The system asked me to save people, and he agreed with his life

The secret guard camp was established by taking advantage of the natural moat.

There are indeed many arrangements for inspections and warnings.

There are only two people guarding the entrance and exit, relying on hidden eyes from all directions.

If there is any slightest sign of trouble, if the person coming is sure to be unknown, he will kill them directly.

Only those who have been ordered to return to the secret guard camp will be released under the signal of the secret whistle.

The defense is quite tight, but it can't stop Yan Jinxi.

Eyes from all directions were removed before she stepped into the camp. It was necessary to create a good home-stealing environment for herself.

The dark guard camp was quiet at this time.

After all, the donkeys of the production team also have time to rest. The purpose of training secret guards is to create useful people, not to kill them.

Yan Jinxi was not sure whether Ying San was in the dark guard camp at this time.

Ying San is the chief trainer of the secret guard camp and will go to the Third Prince's Mansion from time to time to report on the progress.

Occasionally, I would leave for a long time, and when I came back, there would be a few or a dozen more children in the dark guard camp.

Fortunately, Yan Jinxi has good luck.

That brat from Ying San never went out. There was the sound of water running in the house, so he must be taking a bath.

There was no rush to break into the banquet.

Instead, he knocked on the door very politely: "Chief Trainer, my subordinate Shadow Seven has come to ask for advice in an emergency."

The sound of water stopped.

Ying San in the room quickly put on his clothes to cover the bruises on his body caused by whipping.

He put on his mask, picked up his sword, and looked at the figure printed outside the door with bright eyes.

All these injuries on his body were caused by Ying Qi.

He really didn't expect that the person who had been trained under him for more than ten years would hide his strength under his nose and bring him such a big surprise on his first mission.

I have something urgent to ask...

Ying San opened the door, seemingly relaxed, but actually he was already preparing for battle.

"What's the matter?"

He looked at the past and present of the banquet.

It felt different to him last time.

He couldn't tell exactly what was different, but his whole body was screaming for danger.

Ying San's eyes were sharp, the scabbard in his hand fell to the ground, and the sword was swung towards Yan Jinxi without any hesitation.

Almost at the same time, Yan Jinxi raised his hand carelessly, letting his movements freeze in the middle of the move.

She sighed softly: "It's too slow."

He raised the iron sword he picked up and slapped it at Ying San.

Ying San, who was full of horror, was forced to retreat, but due to Yan Jinxi's proper control, he did not fall to the ground and remained standing firmly.

Yanjinxi lazily stepped in, hooked his foot, and closed the door.

Ying San's room is very simple, just like her private house, but fortunately there are chairs to sit on.

Yan Jinxi sat down and put his long legs on the table: "I came to you because it is indeed urgent.

I would like to ask who was the former owner of the Dark Guard Camp. "

Ying San turned his eyes to glare at her.

"You seem very unconvinced."

Ying San was facing the door, and Yan Jinxi was sitting on Ying San's side. She didn't feel that the angle was wrong at all, and she waved the iron sword with some displeasure.

Snapped--

The sword made of fine iron fell to the ground.

The hand holding the sword was unscathed, but both Yan Jinxi and Ying San knew that the finger bones were broken.

Not in one place, but every inch.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I hit you too hard and accidentally disabled your right hand. I guess you won't be able to hold a sword in the future." Yan Jinxi tilted his head, "That's wrong. Whether it's disabled or not, you can't hold it."

She kicked Ying San, knocking him straight.

Facing Ying San's eyes filled with anger and fear, Yan Jinxi's lips curved into a smile without warmth.

Another sword hit his arm.

"Aren't you going to tell me? Your current master is the third prince. If he knows that you still remember your former master, I'm afraid there will be no good fruits to be gained."

The bones of her arm were also broken by her in an understatement.

Ying San: "..." If you want me to say, please open my acupuncture points!

After another slap in the banquet, his left hand was also destroyed.

"You really don't want to say anything? Your bones are so hard. I just don't know if you can continue to keep silent if all the bones in your body are broken."

Ying San has always considered himself a tough person.

Not to mention that the bones in his two arms were broken one by one, even if his whole body was really broken, he was still a man of iron bones.

Ying San, who had suffered countless injuries and even jumped on the verge of death several times, was about to collapse.

He didn't expect that a broken bone could affect his whole body.

Whether it was the meridians or the bones and blood, an unignorable and unbearable pain, numbness and itching swept through him.

This feeling made him want to howl if he hadn't been unable to speak.

He wished that someone would give him pleasure so that he would no longer suffer such torture.

Even the poison that controls the secret guards is not so sinister.

Veins popped up all over his body, and his eyes were fixed on Yan Jinxi, trying to tell her with his eyes that he was willing to speak, just for relief.

Yan Jinxi pretended to raise his hand to cover his mouth: "Ah, I forgot that you were unable to speak after I tapped your acupuncture points.

What do you mean by looking at me like this? Are you planning to say it? "

Shadow Three is crazy and eye-catching.

Yan Jinxi flicked his hand, without even touching it, and used his energy to open his acupuncture points.

"Hmm!"

The pain that had been held in for a long time escaped from Ying San's throat.

The relatively cool standing posture could not be maintained immediately, and he fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment. He had no memory of his high posture, which was as unscalable as a mountain. He rolled on the ground, trying to use the pain caused by the whiplash to relieve the unbearable taste in his bone marrow and flesh.

Yan Jinxi lowered his eyelashes and admired it coldly for a moment.

"Go ahead."

Ying San also wanted to say it, but his mouth was filled with uncontrollable wailing and he couldn't utter a clear word.

"Tsk."

Yan Jin and Xi disliked it, "It's so crispy."

"Hundreds of people in the secret guard camp have been fed poison by you, and the youngest among them is only five years old. He has never been like you when the poison took hold."

Yan Jinxi took off the mask on his face and left a blood mark on his face seemingly inadvertently, "Looking at you, you must be at least forty.

At an old age, it is not as bearable as a child. "

After insulting him, Yan Jinxi reluctantly took action to temporarily suppress the poison on his body.

Yanjinxi knelt down on his knees, his long hair falling down from his shoulders and flowing in front of his chest.

"Now you can tell me. If you are hiding something...you probably don't want to taste the taste even more unbearable than before. Right?"

"The former owner of the secret guard camp, yes, yes..."

Ying San struggled to raise his head, with a look of fear on his face.

'whoosh'

A poison needle shot out from Ying San's mouth.

Before he could show his winning smile, his expression became steadfast without embarrassment.

Because, as the poisonous needle approached Yan Jinxi's throat, it was blocked by an invisible barrier and fell to the ground.

Although there was no sound at all, Ying San suddenly heard a muffled sound.

It wasn't an illusion, it was his spine that was broken in the midst of the banquet, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"It's still not honest after this."

Ying San was really scared this time, especially when the pain, numbness and itchiness that had just stopped came back again.

"Your bones are not hard, but your mouth is quite hard. Since you don't want to talk about it, let's experience the 'five flavors of the world'."

I took the time to develop the poison, but there happened to be no suitable person to test it.

Now is the time to see how powerful this poison is and how long it can last.

Death is impossible.

Mainly a torture.