Psychic

Outside the palace was the sound of one stick after another. This kind of sound was accumulated layer upon layer on the eardrum, and people could not breathe. The extremely cruel method of stick killing made the whole Chonghua Palace silent, and no one dared to intercede. No one dared to stop him, even crying three times when he smelled blood was not allowed. Ying Twenty bit his lips tightly, and the forbearance and strength he had trained for many years forced him not to lose his composure and yell. It's not clear whether it's blood or sweat rolling down from his forehead densely, and the damaged flesh and clothes behind him are mixed together. The pain that never stops drags Ying Twenty into the abyss. He first hears that his leg is broken. The voice, then the spine, then the ribs, he seemed to feel that the bone pierced the lung lobe, and a mouthful of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. He didn't want his blood to dirty Jin Tongyi's eyes, and wanted to swallow, but the blood was too hot to It was so hot that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, his consciousness became more and more blurred, his mind became chaotic, and he had a hallucination similar to his past and present lives in a daze. Drunken, with a clear and natural look, quiet and simple with a little bit of wisdom, he remembered that Jin Tongyi took him to the forge, handpicked the best sword for him, and said that the weapons of the Shadow Pavilion were simple, and he had to wear them after he recognized the master. Only with a good sword will you not lose your demeanor and face

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It hurts so much. Ying Twenty wants to struggle and escape, but he can't. Jin Tongyi wanted him to die. He disobeyed orders and contradicted His Highness. He deserved to be tortured to death like this. He deserved it How can you hide from yourself?How dare you hide?

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In the Chonghua Palace bedroom, the incense steamed into a white mist, floating along the curtains to form a graceful girl. Jin Tongyi stroked a sword with deep and dim eyes. This sword is nothing but an ordinary sword. Any gorgeous decoration is made of ordinary iron, just like a man with a sword, hiding in the dark to hide his sharpness. As the saying goes, martial arts is not about hurting people but protecting them. This is the simplest way to protect the person you love the most. This sword has been with Ying for 21 years. After Jin Tongyi stroked it for the third time, he finally stood up and shouted, "Come here, report the number of sticks"

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Immediately, a servant came in to salute, and reported, "His Royal Highness, I have already swung 360 times."

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Jin Tongyi put the sword on the table, looked up at the silent and dark sky, a round of bright moon was shining brightly like the hope bestowed by the gods, he sighed, shook his head, and ordered, "Drag the shadow [-] back, After he wakes up, let him go to Xingsheng Palace to deliver this martial arts mental method."

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No one dared to question Jin Tongyi's words, the servants immediately ordered the torturers to stop, and everyone carried the dying Ying Twenty back

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Jin Tongyi looked at the sword, picked up the scabbard on the table and closed it. The metal light suddenly diminished, making it look more plain and innocuous. Jin Tongyi still didn't let Ying Twenty die. But as a sword, Shadow Twenty is sharper and smoother than others after all

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Dawn had already spun into Xingsheng Palace with one leg, and the faint light swept away the darkness from the sky, ushering in the first ray of dawn. Gu Xilou was holding a clean cloth, on which was the brocade belt that he had been looking for for a long time At this moment, it was glowing with a soft luster of metal texture, looking extremely noble, Gu Xilou respectfully knocked on the door of Jin Wuyan's bedroom

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Jin Wuyan never sleeps too much. When he heard someone knocking on the door, he quickly opened the door. Seeing that it was Gu Xilou, the good mood in the morning disappeared immediately, and his radiant face was immediately covered with a layer of ashen. , he frowned, and asked annoyedly, "What are you doing here?"

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Gu Xilou no longer dared to act recklessly, restrained his arrogance, even breathing in a regular manner, he was really afraid that Jin Wuyan would kick him out of Xingsheng Palace, Telling him that he never wanted to see him again, he lowered his head, bent over, and raised the tray in his hand, explaining the purpose of his visit, "This subordinate is here to serve His Highness to change clothes."

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Only then did Jin Wuyan see what was in Gu Xilou's hands, a brocade belt transformed from dragon tendons, lying quietly on a neatly folded cloth, shining like a silver mountain spring,

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Gu Xilou's trick was wonderful, he said preconceived words, and his posture was kept to the lowest level, which is not annoying, but the thing he was holding in his hand reminded Jin Wuyan, reminded Jin Wuyan of his previous promise, promised Gu Xilou As long as Xilou finds the brocade belt, he promises to keep him. Jin Wuyan also underestimated Gu Xilou. He didn't expect that he could really dig the brocade belt out of the pond with his bare hands. Jin Wuyan picked up the brocade belt on the tray. , picked up Gu Xilou's chin with a belt, and forced him to look up, "There are no extra clothes in Xingsheng Palace for me to wear. Where did you get this suit?"

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Gu Xilou swallowed, he looked at Jin Wuyan as if he was looking at a prey, and was about to cook up a pot of oil to feast on his food, he couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, are you driving me away?"

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Jin Wuyan was amused by his question, he looked at the bright hope in Gu Xilou's eyes, and felt ironic, this old dragon king really felt that he accepted him?He calculated that he would stay in Xingsheng Palace forcibly. Do you really think he doesn't know about such indecent means?It's not that Jin Wuyan doesn't want to chase away, but the emperor appointed Gu Xilou to work in Xingsheng Palace. Jin Wuyan has no power and power in the palace, so he can't chase him away. The more he thinks about it, the more angry he gets. Holding hands, a brocade belt smacked Gu Xilou's cheeks, and angrily scolded, "Don't think that you can really stay if you let my brother help you stay in Xingsheng Palace. If I'm capable, even if I don't drive you away, I will definitely not make your life easier."

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This brocade belt is different from ordinary whips. It is a sacred weapon in the demon world, a fairy product in the world, invisible to kill, and unpredictable. If it is infused with divine power, it can overwhelm the sea and move mountains. With this blow, Gu Xilou didn't have any divine power to protect his body, so he was pushed out ten meters in an instant, a scarlet streak of blood on his face stretched from his cheekbone to his chin, dripping blood, and hit his back against the white marble railing Going up, the heart and lungs were severely injured, and Gu Xilou spat out a mouthful of blood.

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Jin Wuyan naturally knew the power of dragon tendons. He looked at Gu Xilou's distressed appearance and remained indifferent. He just wanted to make Gu Xilou's life worse than death.

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Gu Xilou licked his lips, took a mouthful of blood foam, endured the severe pain in his chest, staggered up, walked a few steps back to Jin Wuyan, he, the ruthless old dragon king, How could you be afraid of such intimidation?He held up the brand-new cloth that was not damaged at all, and he didn't know how Gu Xilou kept the white cloth so clean in severe pain. He pointed to Jin Wuyan and said, "Jin Wuyan, this dress I bought it with my own salary, you threw away your patched clothes for me, and I have to wear new ones, it doesn’t matter if you hate me or hate me, I, Gu Xilou, just don’t want you to suffer Wronged"

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How domineering this person is to say such a thing, when did Jin Wuyan want an outsider to pity him?A phantom flashed before Jin Wuyan, and before Jin Wuyan could react, Gu Xilou had involuntarily stuffed the clothes into Jin Wuyan's arms. He wiped the blood from his face, sucked his nose, and said, " Put away the brocade belt carefully, don’t hurt yourself, remember to wear your clothes, I won’t annoy you when I’m gone.”

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After all, he turned around and left, regardless of etiquette and identity, Gu Xilou still regarded Jin Wuyan as the furry doll who tied his hair and taught him etiquette when he paid homage to the mountains and rivers. One glance is ten thousand years

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Jin Wuyan looked at Gu Xilou's back, feeling powerless as if he had punched the cotton. This feeling disgusted him very much. He still lost this round. Jin Wuyan sighed and touched the cotton. The brand-new commoner clothes, although not as soft as silk and satin, can still provide shelter from the wind and cold. There is no need for him to make things difficult for him. Since Gu Xilou is not willing to confront him tit for tat, and is willing to serve him with food, clothing, housing and transportation, he will stay here for now. , but also helpless

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These few chapters written these days feel good