It's okay, it's easy to overthrow the heroine's system

The blood-red tongue retracted, and she reluctantly took her hand away from Jiang Jingmo's neck and turned to look at the owner of the cloth shop.

"You came quickly."

"If I hadn't come earlier, you would have ruined the adults' things."

"My Lord, all you want is the spiritual root. Just leave the blood to me."

"That's after we dig out the spiritual root. You know that the master doesn't like dirty things, especially such a pure ice spiritual root. You don't want to make the master angry, do you?"

Snake Girl snorted coldly and stopped arguing. However, when her eyes swept across Jiang Jingmo, she couldn't help but reveal a hint of greed in her eyes.

Xu Fengzui woke up slowly, and this was the scene he saw when he opened his eyes. For a moment he felt a pain in his head, and he felt a little dazed.

The snake lady left soon, leaving behind only the smiling cloth shop owner.

"I wonder how my hospitality has been these past two days?"

Jiang Jingmo looked up at him, with no emotion in his eyes.

"Very good, the boss acted very well too."

"Haha, you are too kind, young lady. Isn't this the purpose of your coming to our shop? Now your purpose has been achieved."

"Boss, you are a smart guy. I admire you. But I don't know who is the person behind you? You are playing such a big game, aren't you afraid that he will die of overeating?"

Jiang Jingmo raised the corner of his mouth. The invisibility pill had long lost its effect. His fox eyes glanced at him lazily, without any fear.

"Haha, that's a lot to say, girl."

"Have you captured all those people in the city?" Xu Fengzui finally came to his senses.

"Where are my disciples from Changqing Sect?"

"I don't know. We have arrested too many people. Who knows where they are being held? Maybe they have already become dye in the dye vat."

The boss said with a smile, but what he said made Xu Fengzui's face turn pale.

"Okay, now you've finished asking questions, I guess. Now it's my turn."

The boss produced an iron torture instrument out of thin air. It looked like a branding iron, but it exuded the aura of a magical treasure.

"My subordinates went to the inn of your brothers and sisters, but it's really strange that none of them were there. Where did they go?"

The boss rolled the iron magic weapon in the torch next to him, and the moment the fire touched it, it burned red.

"How would we know? Weren't we already knocked out by you when you went to look for them?"

Jiang Jingmo smiled, and the branding iron looked even more terrifying in her eyes.

"How could you not know? How could a brother or sister from the same sect abandon you?"

The smile in the boss's eyes deepened, especially when Jiang Jingmo was looking at the soldering iron, he even lifted it up.

"You may not know this, young lady. This thing is called a branding iron. It is made from a mortal's torture device. The difference is that this magic weapon is not afraid of the physical strength of a cultivator, and can make a person unable to live or die."

Xu Fengzui breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that there was no one in the inn, but when the boss walked towards Jiang Jingmo with the branding iron in his hand, her heart rose to her throat again.

"So what? We really don't know where they are."

Jiang Jingmo still looked the same, even his tone hadn't changed.

"Hey, since the girl is so stubborn, I'm sorry."

The boss sighed helplessly but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Without any hesitation, he pressed the red-hot iron in his hand onto Jiang Jingmo's body. The sound of his flesh being burned was sizzling. Veins on Jiang Jingmo's forehead bulged and cold sweat dripped down. In the pain, he bit his lips tightly and refused to make any sound.

She bit her lip and blood flowed down her chin, the bright red color reflected on her skin, forming a sharp contrast.

When the color of the soldering iron returned to dark black, the boss tore it off with one hand. The stuck flesh and skin fell off with it, blood gushed out, and the charred flesh next to it looked particularly glaring and shocking.

"Still not telling?" the boss said with a smile.

"I do not know how to describe?"

Jiang Jingmo opened his mouth, his lower lip was bitten by her and it was bloody, but he still forced a smile.

"You're really stubborn."

The boss laughed and put the iron into the fire again. When it was red hot again, he was going to use it to print Jiang Jing Mo again. But this time, before he could put the iron down, Xu Fengzui next to him suddenly spoke.

"She doesn't know anything, there's no point in torturing her!"

Hearing this, the boss looked at her with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Oh? So you mean, you know?"

"Yes, I know."

Xu Fengzui nodded without hesitation, not noticing Jiang Jingmo's puzzled and shocked look at all.

"Then tell me, where did they go?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Xu Fengzui curved his lips, with disdain written all over his heroic face.

The boss raised his eyebrows. No one is a fool and can see that she wants to be punished for Jiang Jingmo, but who can stand such a blatant provocation?

So, the next second, the branding iron was imprinted on Xu Fengzui's body, and it was an insulting imprint, directly on her chest.

It was so painful that Xu Fengzui could even smell the burnt skin and flesh.

When the boss pulled off the branding iron, there was another sharp pain. A large piece of flesh on his chest was torn off, and blood gushed out, looking extremely hideous.

Xu Fengzui raised his head with cold sweat, met his boss' eyes again, and raised the corners of his mouth again.

"I just won't tell you."

.........

At this moment, Jiang Jiting was hiding outside the wall of the City Lord's Mansion with a few people. An Yang was holding a strange spiritual beast in his hands, which was the Dream Weaver.

Suddenly, the Dreamweaver began to twist its body uncomfortably.

"Master, she seems to be in pain." The Dream Weaver frowned and covered his stomach unconsciously with his hands.

When Jiang Jingmo and Dreamweaver signed the contract, although it was not a master-servant contract, due to the special connection of the contract, Dreamweaver could still feel some of Jiang Jingmo's feelings.

Such a strong feeling must mean that Jiang Jingmo is in extreme pain.

"What should we do, Senior Brother Jiang, can't we really go in now?" Nan Xun was a little anxious, wishing he could rush into the mansion to save people the next second.

Jiang Jiting tightened his hands around the jade flute again and again, until his joints turned white, but he still squatted where he was.

He looked towards the City Lord's Mansion in the night, his usually gentle eyes now had a hint of scarlet. He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

"Wait a little longer. If we go in now, we will just alert the enemy and everything Mo Mo has done will be useless."

Ji Chuhe also grabbed Nan Xun's wrist, then pulled the latter back, shaking his head at him seriously.

"This is an opportunity that Jing Mo and Fellow Daoist Xu risked their lives to create for us. We cannot let it go to waste at this moment. I know you are anxious, but you cannot act on impulse at this moment."

Nan Xun could only retreat, and Mu Yuanqian was equally anxious. She looked at the City Lord's Mansion with deep worry in her eyes.

Sister, stay safe...