Did you know you were wrong

"How should I tie it?" The men in black clothes held the rope in their hands, one stepped Jinchou on the ground, and the other took the rope, thinking about how to act.

Others also had ropes in their hands, and they watched.

"Jin Qiu's mana has been imprisoned, and he can't move. How to treat a dead body with sentience, isn't this something we knew a long time ago?"

"But the king is watching, the monotonous tying up is too boring."

"Monotonous? Even the simplest rope can make life worse than death." The person who spoke took the rope into his hand, turned Jin Chou's face and looked at it.

He pressed his knee against Jin Qiu's abdomen and crushed him fiercely.

Jin Qiu's pupils constricted, but he didn't do anything else.

His face is not quite the same as in the future, but there are still some human things, such as hidden deep stubbornness, hatred, and the same green pines and white snow as before.

The monks in Xuanyi stood and looked at him. On the street belonging to Ye Zhou in Jindi, all Jindi people disappeared, only these Xuanyi people from Yindi, who symbolized death and misfortune, remained.

The rope was added to Jin Qiu's body and connected to every joint of his body. At the moment of binding, the rough hemp rope cut Jin Qiu's already tattered skin, and black blood flowed out. Imagine that the blood of a monk like Jin Qiu would be so dirty. A few years ago, he was a noble son praised by the world of cultivating immortals, a model of perfect virtue, but now even his blood is black.

"Does the king like blood or something else?"

"The king likes everything. As long as Jin Qiu is not happy, the king will be happy." When Wang is happy, they will be happy. It is really a good deal to use one person's injury to make Wang, who can't see a smile on his face, nod to them.

There were more and more places where the rope was tied, splitting the original wounds on Jin Chou's body, and some tattered flesh fell off and fell to the ground.

"Too much meat was cut yesterday," said one person.

The others were not very talkative, they just replied: "Sooner or later, the carrion will be cut. He is in good health and recovers faster than ordinary monks." The faster the injury heals, the more he will suffer.

It's just that there were too many injuries, and the blood flow gradually decreased.

Jin Chou's body trembled, his eyes were closed, and he was panting heavily. Those rough hemp ropes were cutting open the existing wounds on his body, making him smell a strong smell of blood, which came from himself, and the disgusting feeling became more and more intense. With heavy hair, he finally couldn't help it, and vomited, but because he couldn't move, he just opened his mouth slightly, making an unbearable vomit sound.

The rope seems to be untied

Except for the first few sentences, these monks from Yin did not speak anymore, this is their nature, every time the first words are just to scare him, most of the executioners in Yin are unwilling to speak .

The body gradually relaxed, and some flesh and blood were taken away when the ropes were untied. Brother Yin didn't care if he would die, and of course he didn't care about the flesh torn off during the untie.

Is it the end of the day?

Jin Qiu's eyes were a little dazed, the wounds on his body were on fire, and the huge burning pain burned him, burning away all the emotions he had, as if as long as he didn't think about anything, he wouldn't be in pain , will not feel bitter.

But he is still a human being, not a detached person.

The mouth was opened, those bloody hemp ropes stretched in, the tongue was rubbed, and the throat was split.

"Ugh, uh, ugh..."

The number of hemp ropes protruding in was still increasing, and Jin Chou tried to struggle, but he couldn't get rid of it. He opened his eyes, and seemed to see Yin Wang's cold and aloof face in his blurred vision.

He couldn't see clearly. When he was kneeling on the execution platform with his father Jin Bai and the others, he wanted to see King Yin's face clearly, but the moment he saw it clearly, his eyes hurt and he couldn't see anything else clearly.

Although it will be healed for a moment, it is also a warning to him that King Yin doesn't like others to see his face clearly.

There seemed to be more and more hemp ropes coming in, his belly was a little bulging, the pain intensified, he began to twitch violently, his flesh and blood burst, and the surroundings were noisy and silent.

When he woke up again, Ye Zhou was the same as before. There were no people from Yin, only those from Jin who pointed at him and regarded him as a shame.

His body was gradually able to move, and he crawled on the ground, trying to find a place to hide under the eaves.

But was stepped on a few feet.

He curled up on the ground in pain, feeling something stuck in his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

"Where did the young master go? Could it be that he was being played with by someone, and there is still a rope in his mouth?" This person is very familiar with Jin Qiu, and the King of Yin is also very familiar with him. Most of the suffering that Jin Qiu suffered in Jin was caused by this person. brought.

His name was Xun Ji, a member of the Jin family, he tortured Jin Qiu, his whole family was slaughtered by the king of Yin together with Ye Zhou at that time, he lived by idling, he hated Jin Qiu, and died for Jin Qiu.

He squatted on the ground, looked at Jin Qiu, and smiled slightly.

"Young master, don't be afraid, Xun Ji will help you get the things out, and soon, the pain will pass."

It was true that the pain went away after a while, the people around him held Jin Chou down, while he himself held Jin Chou

Very long, Jin Qiu's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils dilated.

He struggled to hold his belly, the rope scraped inside, the pain drove him crazy, but in the end he only let out a weak muffled sound.

It's getting louder and louder.

"This is a gentleman who seeks fame and fame. Did you see that after losing power, he is as dirty as mud?"

"I, Ye Zhou, have been with people like their father and son!"

"Hey, let him move away, it's blocking the way!"

"..."

Jin Chou was kicked, kicked and kicked. Ye Zhou hated his father for being disloyal to Yin and hurting Jin.

King Yin looked at everything, saw that Jin Chou had no relatives and was hated and tortured by everyone. His flesh and bones were all open, and he no longer looked like pines and cypresses.

With some pain in his heart, King Yin stood beside Jin Chou and looked at him carefully.

Something was wrong, and the sense of danger came, King Yin suddenly opened his eyes.

The inn was empty, with only some ordinary decorations left. He lay on the bed, covered with a quilt woven from black stones, and remembered that he was dreaming, a dream 6000 years ago, when he had just killed Jin Qiu Manmen, because he was dissatisfied with Jin Qiu being blessed by God, and feared that he would cause trouble, sent people to torture him every day, while he watched everything in the water mirror.

"Wang Fangcai was frightened by the dream?" came a familiar voice.

King Yin saw Jin Chou beside the bed, he was no longer so embarrassed, he was already the supreme cultivator in everyone's hearts.

"How did you find this place?" He tried not to think about the dream, but because the dream happened in real life, he couldn't forget it for a while.

"If you want to look for it, you can always find it. Wang doesn't like many places to live, and I have lived with him for a hundred years. As long as Wang doesn't get rid of his old habits, I can find it." Immortal Chongxiu didn't get up from the bed, he looked Looking at King Yin, he guessed that King Yin had a nightmare, and nine out of ten it was still about him.

The king of Yin was very talented, and he was never hindered in his practice.Everyone in the land of Yin dotes on him and believes in him. The king of Yin, Yanshang, just gave him all the good things. After thinking about it, the king of Yin has lived for more than 8000 years. The only inconvenience is that he met himself. I took advantage of his amnesia to deceive his feelings, and killed everyone in Yin, took his position, and killed their children.

All this must have been a nightmare for King Yin.

King Yin was really silent. He got up from the quilt, put on his clothes, and looked straight at Immortal Chongxiu, as if he wanted to see a flaw in it.

"You have no scars on your body." He said suddenly.

Immortal Chongxiu nodded, "No, you know, my body

It was King Yin, who took a look just now and found that those things had some impact on King Yin's body.

There are faintly visible scars.

But with King Yin's mana and Yin land's medicine, this shouldn't have happened.

"Do you want to eat oranges? I brought them from the Jin family." Immortal Chongxiu conjured two oranges out of thin air. He went to the Jin family earlier and saw that the oranges were growing quite well. He recalled the scene when he planted them with King Yin , and took it off.

The meeting of cultivating immortals has always been long and boring, but he has never left early, this is one thing, there are two, he left once a few days ago, this time with oranges in his pocket, he left early again.

It was very easy to find King Yin, but Fang walked to his bedside, he probably knew someone was coming, so he woke up instantly.

After tearing off the orange peel, the flesh inside was exposed, and they were clustered together, tightly surrounding each other. He broke off half of it and gave it to King Yin.

The King of Yin took it, but did not eat it. The food from the Immortal Chongxiu really made the King of Yin feel uneasy.

"Yin Lie said today that he wants to hold a competition in various places every ten years, in the name of training disciples, but I think he is just afraid that the world will not be chaotic."

"You promised him?"

"He was with Qi Wen, and then he brought in other people. Zhao, Wei, Qi, Chu, Yuan, Han, and you and my Yin, Jin and Song all agreed."

"The Yin and Song that he represents?" King Yin's expression was ugly, and his depression was a bit scary.

Immortal Chongxiu ate a slice of orange, "It's a bit sour." He suddenly changed the subject.

King Yin lowered his eyes and ate his petals, "If you are sour, you can give it to Gu."

"I thought you'd let me just throw it."

"You don't want to waste."

After he finished speaking, the room was a little quiet, except that Immortal Chongxiu didn't give him the remaining oranges, but just ate them alone, "Yin Lie is our child, I asked Hunyuan, don't doubt it anymore he."

"Jin Qiu, do you believe Hunyuan's words? If his words are believable, neither you nor I will suffer."

"I don't believe in Hunyuan, I just believe in Yin Lie." I don't believe in Yin Lie's thoughts, but I believe in Yin Lie's identity.

Perhaps deep down in his heart he had been looking forward to having a child of his own for too long.