Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

Half of the dark room was illuminated by the torch in the hands of the servants, but the other half was still silent in darkness.A gust of wind blew in from outside, through the dark corridors and empty walls, whimpering came into everyone's ears, very much like the soft sobbing of a maiden.

The young man dressed in white stood quietly in the darkness, his blue hair was slowly blown by the breeze, accompanied by the strange sound of the wind, his dark eyes and pale blue cheeks looked like a life-threatening ghost.

Du Shicun's heart trembled when he was laughed at by the young man, but he only thought that he was stern and bluffing: "As expected of a good guy who was transferred and trained in Qifeng Tower, you were almost deceived by you. You said that the old man was about to die Don't you know? Heh... I wanted to save your life, but now it seems unnecessary."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged butler firmly held the iron chain with one hand, preventing the boy from moving.The servant at the head rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, laughing and grabbing the boy's arm, pressing him hard against the cold wall.

"Hmph, play hard for the truth! If you don't die, just stay here with him."

Du Shicun sneered and dropped a sentence, and the other servants who were slightly frightened by the boy's strange expression all shivered, looked at each other and bit the bullet and touched the boy's clothes one after another.

They didn't like this at first, and when they were selected by the steward, they were still beating drums, fearing that they wouldn't be able to harden themselves.But when their own rough hands touched the young man's delicate and warm skin like suet jade, all the previous hesitation turned into obsessive lust and lust, their eyes gleamed with lewdness, and they wished they could have sex immediately. The fragile and helpless young man in front of him abused him until he cried and begged for mercy.

Feng Ze's body trembled slightly, he was really disgusted by the ugliness of these servants.

If he hadn't realized that the power in his body would be useless as soon as he used it, and the buffer period would take several days, he could only wish to give this group of people a kick, and in terms of blasting eggs, he would definitely be accurate!

But he needs to be patient until the group loses their guard against him.

The young man struggled, the clothes on his shoulders were mercilessly pulled off by the servants, and the obscene palms on his waist kept stroking. The thin shoulders of the young man with exquisite eyebrows and eyes trembled, and there seemed to be a trace of tenderness in his phoenix eyes. In the mist, his eyes stared straight ahead in emptiness, but moved slightly inadvertently...

He is looking at me?

On the side, the middle-aged housekeeper was slightly taken aback, the young man's desperate eyes fell on him, and a trace of pity flashed in his heart inexplicably.

It's now!

Feng Ze stared carefully at the butler's hands that unintentionally loosened the iron chain, and stomped hard on his feet.

With a "bang", the thick iron chain on the child's arm was stunned to be broken by the seemingly powerless boy.The butler subconsciously grasped one end of the iron chain, but he didn't expect that the broken chain would fly into the air, like a flying dragon snake, and ruthlessly swung past several servants.

With perfect take-off and landing, the servants were knocked off the wall by chains unconsciously, making a "thump, boom, boom" sound.

The last scream sounded in the dark room. It was the middle-aged housekeeper covering his face, and blood flowed from his fingers.

The chain fell on his side, reflecting the coldness in the firelight.

"You!" Du Shicun was startled when he saw the crowd who fell to the ground in a short while, and took two steps back, unable to believe it, "Your martial arts have recovered?!"

"I said earlier that you are dying but you don't know it." Glancing at the servant who was lying on the ground with disgust, the young man gently pulled up the clothes on his shoulders, and walked into Du Shi with extremely slow steps. in front of you.

"No, it's impossible!" Stepping back into the dark corridor, Du Shicun regretted for the first time that he had underestimated the person in front of him. The bone marks were stabbed by him in those years.

The youth's martial arts were abolished by him, and the tendons in his limbs were broken by him. This, this shouldn't be!

Feeling flustered, the man actually retreated from a corner and fell to the ground hard, unable to get up for a while.

"Nothing is impossible." Looking at the man's embarrassment, the young man chuckled, picked up the chain from the ground, and kicked the middle-aged butler who was rolling on the ground to the wall, "I have been waiting for this moment. for three years."

It was also at this moment that he realized that Du Shicun, without his lackeys, was nothing more than a dying old man.

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The torch in the dark room fell to the ground, and the young man stood in the middle of the dark room, surrounded by unconscious servants, and the trembling middle-aged housekeeper whose face was severely cut off by chains.

Du Shicun was tied up with iron chains, and stared coldly at the expressionless young man: "What do you want to do!"

"Of course I gave you to me, return everything..." The boy leaned down and whispered in his ear, "What you did to my mother and the punishment you gave to my father back then, you wouldn't have done that. Have you forgotten? You said, how about I impose those criminal laws on you, and comfort me to seal the ancestors of my family?"

Du Shicun fixed his turbid yellow eyes on the boy, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

"Don't look at me like that." Looking at the man, Feng Ze straightened up and said coldly, "Not only you, but also Du Lingshan, where would it be better to send him after I go out? Qifeng Tower, or He Huan Pavilion? Presumably, the young master of the Du family will be sought after by everyone in Yanjing, right?"

When Du Lingshan was mentioned, the anger in Du Shicun's eyes almost turned into reality: "Feng family son, you will die!"

"A bad death?" The young man tilted his head with a calm expression, "This body died as early as three years ago."

"...Three years ago, you tortured my father to death in prison. You wanted to humiliate and humiliate my mother, but you caused her to die in a sea of ​​flames... I sealed my family and killed everyone! Du Shicun, you are the one who deserves to die !"

After finishing speaking, the young man smiled suddenly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He kicked the middle-aged housekeeper who was squatting on the ground, leaning his back weakly against the cold wall, and said softly, "If you want to survive, you know what to do."

The middle-aged housekeeper shuddered. The severe pain on his body and face made him want to survive. He knelt and crawled to Du Shicun's side. The middle-aged housekeeper gritted his teeth and looked back at the young man with half-closed eyes. , and finally said in a trembling voice: "Master, the little one is also here to survive!"

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, pulled off Du Shicun's waistband, and leaned over.

"Ah——! You bloody slave!!" Twitching violently, Du Shicun's face was stuck to the mud floor, and behind him came a series of shocks, "You bitch of the Feng family, you will die, you will die!" Retribution, ah——!"

Severe screams echoed in the dark room, and finally gradually reduced to rough panting.

Feng Ze leaned against the wall weakly, staring at the dark ceiling in a daze.

Finally, an absurd farce ended.

Du Shicun was lying on the ground with a pale face and twitching, and the middle-aged housekeeper was also lying on the ground with an ugly face, almost fainting.

Slowly walking in front of the two of them, Feng Ze squatted down, only to hear the messy old man keep saying: "Feng's bastard, you will die..."

"Oh... don't you want a good death?" The young man's expression frantic for a moment, but he regained his composure, "Then, let's go to die together. If I don't want a good death, then you will go down to the eighteenth floor of hell with me! "

One day later, when the Ministry of Criminal Justice received the news of Du Xiang's disappearance, and the Dali Temple searched secretly to find the whereabouts of the missing queen's adopted son, but found the existence of a private prison in Du's mansion, the gate of the private prison was also opened by officers and soldiers.

There was no fire in the private prison, so they lit torches and walked into the deepest dark room of the private prison.At the moment of entering the corridor, a disgusting stench hit the face, even the guards who were used to torture couldn't help covering their mouths and noses.

Opening the half-closed door of the darkroom, the guards couldn't help being shocked by the sight before them.

I saw Du Xiang, who was over half a hundred years old and had great power, lying on the ground in a distorted posture. There were deep purple marks on his neck from being strangled, and the thighs of his lower body were opened and closed. Bloody water and filthy liquid, the skin and flesh are bruised, and bones can be seen.

Beside him, a middle-aged man was buried on his neck in a kneeling posture, a large piece of flesh was cut off from his face, and dark red blood slowly flowed from under him.

These two people have long lost their anger.

There were also a few servants dressed as servants who were hit in the back of the head and fell unconscious at the door of the dark room.

"That's..." Suddenly, a guard pointed to the corner of the darkroom in horror, his voice trembling, "Is it a human or a ghost?"

With a clatter, the guards held up their weapons and looked towards the corner.

The long gray hair hung around the man's neck, and the white clothes were stained with dark red blood. The man slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of empty, emotionless eyes on his pale cheeks.

# # #

"Your Highness, the army will leave camp tomorrow. You are still injured, so you should take a good rest." The handsome young man in eunuch uniform followed Qi Yin and said softly.

"Step aside!"

Qi Yin waved him away impatiently, and only saw the little eunuch's similar appearance to his family's boy, and he couldn't stop his irritability.

"Your Highness..." Shangyang held the golden sore medicine that the mother gave her in his hand, and there was a slight sense of disappointment in his voice.

Finally getting rid of the annoying little eunuch, Qi Yin went to the back tent, outside the tent were guarded by more than a dozen elite soldiers, nodded, he lifted the curtain and walked in.

In the tent, the obese Chen Tian was firmly nailed to the cross. He was whipped many times, and his mind was a little blurred.

"Still won't say it?"

Qi Yin slowly pulled out an iron tongs from the brazier, and walked in front of Chen Tian.

The obese man felt the heat around him, and shrank back in horror: "I, I don't know anything, Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Don't tell me yet?" The tongs moved closer to Chen Tian's cheek, and a drop of sweat fell on it, making a sound of "stinging, stinging".

Frightened out of his wits, even though Chen Tian thought about his family being controlled by Du Xiang, his own life was more important, so he said, "I say! I say! It's the Du Xiang faction." I came to Northern Xinjiang... because of the mission he sent me before, I, I failed."

"Before?" Qi Yin frowned, "What mission?"

"Yes, the Feng family. Back then, the only descendant of the Feng family was abolished by Du Xiang and sent to Qifeng Building. A few months ago, Du Xiang asked me to go and take that person away, but who knew that the Feng family boy He was bought by a mysterious person on the way, and his whereabouts are unknown..." Chen Tian said weakly, from Du Xiang's framing of the Feng family at the beginning, to the abuse and humiliation of the only son of the Feng family, "Du Xiang said, if you look for If you see that person, kill him without mercy."

The Feng family... the only son?

Qi Yin couldn't really hear Chen Tian's voice at this moment.A child with braided horns vaguely appeared in front of his eyes, and gradually merged with the boy he had been thinking about in his heart.

The bright red blood slowly dripped onto the poker along his injured right arm, making a "stab" sound, and his heart seemed to be pinched hard. Thinking of the boy's silence to his past, thinking of how he once said Asked coldly.

What does it feel like to be in extreme pain?

At this moment, Qi Yin realized that the truth was so cruel.