the last traverser

"Hey, now you are my prisoner. If you tell the truth first, I will spare you."

Hehe smiled, the manager knew that the gray-haired man in front of him would definitely not tell the truth of the matter so quickly, so he said this in a somewhat unscrupulous tone.

"Ahem..." Coughing out a mouthful of blood, the gray-haired man raised his head with difficulty, his pale face was full of unyielding, biting his lower lip, the gray-haired man said with difficulty: "Don't you want to get out of my mouth?" Ask what."

"Oh! That's it! Then don't blame me." The manager deliberately shook the thick iron rod in front of the gray-haired man a few times. After cooling down, a few wisps of smoke occasionally floated from the front end of the iron rod.The body of the iron rod shone with lightning, like a poisonous snake that eats people.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The gray-haired man knew that what would happen next was very cruel, so he clenched his teeth tightly, hoping that he could survive the demon in front of him.

"Boss, what's the use of that iron rod? Are you going to use this iron rod to beat this person?" Wen Ya was very disappointed that she couldn't get an answer from Sikong Jinglian, so she could only turn the object of inquiry to the manager. .

"Ahem... my Second Prince's Highness! Don't ask, this is not a question that a child should ask." He took out a hand and wiped his sweat. The manager was embarrassed, and what he wanted to do was So evil, can you tell His Royal Highness the Second Prince?If I really told the second prince, then I would have to peel off my skin if I didn't die today.

"...

Wen Ya was speechless. Could it be that what the manager is going to do next is so hard to say, or why did he ask two people, and both of them faltered. Curious.

"are you ready?"

The manager looked at the gray-haired man sinisterly, as if he was thinking about where to start.

The gray-haired man didn't like the manager at all, which made the manager feel very embarrassed, so the manager decided to give the gray-haired man a hard lesson in the future, and let him know how to write the word "serve".

Wen Ya stared closely at the manager's next move, without blinking her eyes, for fear of missing a tiny bit.

The manager slowly approached the gray-haired man, and his heavy steps stepped on the gray-haired man's heart step by step. The gray-haired man's body was covered with cold sweat, and the gray-haired man was very afraid of what the manager would do next. He knew that today's incident would definitely become the greatest humiliation in his life. The gray-haired man stared at the manager with wide eyes, as if he wanted to engrave him in his heart so that he could take revenge in the future.

Baozi, who secretly followed behind Wen Ya, yawned boredly, and watched the manager's actions with a lack of interest, as if he had no interest in what the manager would do.

The manager finally came in front of the gray-haired man. At this time, the manager had an evil smile on his face, looking at the gray-haired man as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but the gray-haired man at this time , his eyes were full of hatred towards the manager, and his aura was not weak at all.

The manager stretched out his big fat hand, and slapped the gray-haired man fiercely. Five finger prints immediately appeared on the gray-haired man's pale face because he hadn't seen the sun all year round.

"You'd better kill me, or I will definitely kill you." Ren blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the gray-haired man vowed like a curse.

"Boy, you are in my hands now, if you want to suffer less, be honest."

The manager slapped the gray-haired man again, not at all worried that the man would come back for revenge in the future. In the eyes of the manager, the gray-haired man must be dead, and there was no way out.

After breaking the gray-haired man's body, the manager ruthlessly inserted the thick iron rod into the gray-haired man's acupoints that had not been dilated at all.

"what……"

How could Juxue, who had never been treated like this before, withstand such a thick iron rod, the gray-haired man finally couldn't bear it, let out a scream, the gray-haired man only felt that his body was no longer his own, that fragile The chrysanthemum acupoint was inserted forcibly by the iron rod, and it was already swollen. The gray-haired man could even feel the iron rod moving in his body, accompanied by the electric magic attached to the iron rod in his body. The grey-haired man wanted to just pass out, maybe he wouldn't be able to feel anything, but the damn electric magic would always kill him when he was about to faint. Pulling back his spirit, the gray-haired man felt that his soul was falling step by step. He knew that if he continued like this, he might not be able to bear it anymore and confessed everything. At that time, he will no longer be the most capable assistant by Wang's side, but a traitor who sabotages the plan.Thinking of this, the gray-haired man couldn't help feeling disheartened, and suddenly had the desire to die.

The bright red blood flowed down the iron bar and dripped drop by drop on the ground. Soon, it gathered into a pool of blood on the ground.The manager looked mercilessly at the distorted face of the gray-haired man, without the slightest sympathy in his eyes. Looking at the man's struggling expression, the manager knew that the man in front of him might do something stupid, so the manager didn't know where to pull it off. A pair of smelly socks were stuffed into the gray-haired man's mouth.

"Um..."

The gray-haired man's black eyes were full of despair. Could it be that the current self doesn't even have the right to commit suicide?

When the manager first started doing this, Sikong Jinglian covered Wenya's eyes, not wanting Wenya to see such a disgusting thing, but Wenya's inner curiosity was too great. It also couldn't stop Wen Ya's determination to see how the manager dealt with the grey-haired man. After watching the whole process, Si Kong Jinglian couldn't help but feel a little bit of regret at the pale Wen Ya, and she also had a point of view on the manager. What torture is not good, but this kind of torture is necessary. I hope that after reading it, Xiaoya will not leave any shadow in her heart. Otherwise, the manager, hum!snort!Sikong Jinglian's mind flashed countless ways to deal with the manager, manager, just pray that Xiaoya doesn't have any bad reactions!

The sky seemed to have heard Sikong Jinglian's words, maybe it was the manager's good luck, in short, Wen Ya's face turned pale for a while, then recovered, and then looked at the manager's next actions as if nothing had happened.