Traveling from ancient times to the present: The general’s live broadcast of farming

Father Wen asked someone to ask about the origins of the two people. After knowing that one of them was Nangong Qi, he frowned and hesitated, "Where is Wen Qiao?"

"The young master is still in the basement." People in the control room can see the monitoring situation in the basement. Wen Qiao has been staying there since Nangong Ying woke up.

The person who came to report thought for a moment and then added, "Ms. Ye has been squatting at the basement door."

"Have someone take her back to the rest room. She can't go anywhere." Father Wen snorted coldly. Hearing Ye Xiyao's name reminded him of the way he was manipulated by Ye Xiyao for Nangong Ying's matter. He had never How dare anyone really negotiate with the Wen family! It's just a gadget, it just has some effect, Ye Xiyao really takes herself seriously.

The Wen family is only temporarily in decline. When Nangong Ying finds Nangong's token, the Wen family will rise again. At that time, no one will dare to negotiate terms in front of him.

"Yes." Someone took the order and went to do it.

Several other people in the room exchanged glances in private, and everyone knew very well that Father Wen was tired of his current female companion.

Father Wen's women are like food with a shelf life. They have to be careful to protect it during the shelf life, but once it's past the shelf life, it won't matter if they are thrown into the trash can.

Father Wen slammed the table with his hand and said, "Call Wen Qiao over to deal with this matter."

He didn't know much about Nangong Qi, and it was too strange to appear here now. Whether it was good news or bad news, Wen Qiao would handle it, and he only had to wait safely behind.

In the Wen family, no one lives alone...

Father Wen smiled lightly and leaned back in his chair. After thinking about it, he still felt uneasy and sent a few people out to investigate the surrounding situation.

The passage was dark and long, echoing with a sharp female voice.

"What are you doing! Do you see clearly who I am?!"

Someone responded, a dragging sound was heard, a woman screamed, and the entire passage suddenly became noisy.

In the dark basement across the door from here, Nangong Ying smiled lightly and asked leisurely, "Why don't you go out and take a look?"

"Nangong, you can no longer protect yourself." Wen Qiao waved his hand in the darkness, keeping his eyes fixed on the direction of Nangong Ying.

He has been in a stalemate with Nangong Ying for a long time.

After tying Nangong Ying here, he did not provide Nangong Ying with food or water. Wen Qiao was reluctant to use force on her as soon as she came. He could only calm Wen's father's emotions and tried to use endless darkness and hunger to force Nangong Ying to speak.

Nangong Ying rubbed his stomach. Although he was a little hungry, his body had been put on a diet to lose weight by the system before, so resisting hunger was not that difficult.

"I'm afraid it's your Wen family who can't protect yourself."

Wen Qiao's veins popped out, "Don't make me torture you."

penalty?

Nangong Ying became interested now.

She thought the Wen family would just close the dark room and deny food.

I really don’t know what punishment is like in modern society. How is it different from when she interrogated prisoners of war...

She is not afraid of so-called torture.

"Okay, if you don't want to say it, don't blame me." Wen Qiao knew that time was running out and he couldn't wait any longer. He reached out and took the barbed whip from the guard outside the door.

It is coated with a special medicine that can make the person who is beaten extremely painful. It is estimated that the ancestors of the Wen family studied poisons. The poison on this whip is left by the ancestors, but this craft has not been passed down.

A trace of pity flashed in Wen Qiao's eyes.

No one who has been whipped can survive five lashes. He didn't want Nangong Ying to be in pain either...

Wen Qiao waved his whip, and by the light from the crack of the door, he was about to swing it in the direction of Nangong Ying.

Nangong Ying had already figured out what the other person's things were by relying on her hearing, and the smell of the whip always gave her a feeling of déjà vu.

Just when Nangong Ying was thinking about how to seize Wen Qiao's whip and turn the guest into the master, a person suddenly rushed in from the door.

The light instantly filled the basement, and Nangong Ying could see the complicated expression on Wen Qiao's face.

"Master! I am... urgent..."