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Soon they reached the gate of Du's mansion, but they couldn't see Du Ruo's face.

The four beautiful maidservants who opened the door respectfully replied, "The master just left not long ago, and went to the northeast corner with the breeze and bright moon to look for the real Millennium Ganoderma lucidum..." and invited Mr. Su to enter the mansion.

Su Yu shook his head in disappointment, and asked if there were any medical experts in the mansion?

Several beautiful maidservants shook their heads in unison.

Su Yu sighed slightly, it was nothing, he clasped his fists and bowed, and saluted Simei politely, so that Simei's maid hurriedly dodged away, how could even our little servants be worthy...

Su Yu was no longer polite, and only said, "Actually, I just came to seek medical treatment." Without going any further, he turned and left.

After walking a few steps, two maids came running from behind, pointing in the direction, telling him to turn Santiao Street, turn right, there is a Ping'an Hall, the old gentleman there is surnamed Zhuo, although his medical skills are not as good as his master's, he is by no means a quack doctor .If it is not a difficult disease, it should be no problem to go to him.

Su Yu thanked him, jumped into the car, drove the horse, and ran in the direction indicated by the beautiful maidservant.

When he was about to leave the alley, he looked back, only to see four beautiful maidservants standing there with lanterns in hand, watching from afar.

Ai Bu smiled and said, "It seems that she is quite popular with girls."

Su Yu smiled: "Don't guess randomly, their master is the real beauty, a fairy-like figure. What kind of person can match it."

Abu couldn't believe it: "Is there really someone more beautiful than Mr. Su?"

Su Yu didn't answer, whipped his horse and galloped forward.

Soon to the Ping'an Hall, regardless of the dead of night, broke in.

Mr. Zhuo Lao went out in disheveled clothes, and just about to reprimand him, Su Yu held a large piece of gold.

The old doctor is a good man, and he can see that it is pure gold under the moonlight.So no more nonsense, just ask where the patient is.

Before dawn, Su Yu rushed out of the city with a large bag of herbs in his carriage and pulled Abu.

Ai Bu was still in the car and said with a smile: "It's fine to see a doctor and get medicine, why do you ask people to bring a lot of pots and pans?"

Su Yu replied while driving: "Let's go to a place where there is no one to take good care of your wounds. The doctor, the injury is not serious but it is not light. You need to find a place to rest and take medicine on time. It will take a month or so to recover. .”

Abu lay in the car, looked at his back, and repeated the sentence: "A place where no one is?"

Abu's voice was obviously different when he spoke.

Su Yu drove the horse with a whip, and after a while, he replied: "Go to a place where there is no one, just because... Zhao Jun is not so easy to find..."

Abu didn't ask any more questions, just stared blankly at his back.

Su Yu clearly felt the strange gaze behind him, but he didn't look back, raised his long whip, and hit the horse's back hard.

The horse neighed, pulled the cart, raised its iron hooves and galloped forward.

Su Yu drove the cart out of the city gate to the deep mountain a hundred miles away.

The carriage couldn't drive in completely, so he abandoned the cart and horse, carried Aibu on his back, carried a large bag of herbs, and then carried pots, bowls, ladles and spoons, and ran to the depths of the mountain forest.

Dimly bright.On the way, the pots, pans and spoons collided with each other and clanked.Amid the ear-piercing jingle sounds, Abu lay on the beautiful boy's back, hugging his neck, and clinging to his body...

Abu shook his head, trying to drive out the sudden nasty thoughts from his mind...

Su Yu clearly felt the other person's physical reaction, stopped suddenly, and said lightly: "I was wrong before, so I used it... But later I was so tired that I was injured, and I felt sorry, so I took him into the deep mountains to recuperate. I will accompany you in the mountains Let's wait until the injury is healed. We can be friends, but the others... I'm really sorry..."

After a long while, Abu smiled and said, "In the deep mountains where no one can be with you... After a month of silence, how can Abu ask for more?"

Su Yu said nothing, carried him on his back, and continued to run forward.

Abu turned his face slightly, his lips almost touched the beautiful boy's neck.

He turned his head like a fire, just looking at the ground, at the thick layers of fallen leaves in the forest.There are fallen leaves constantly falling from the sky above the head, falling into the mud and mud, after all, they can't escape the ultimate fate of mud and mud.

Inside the palace of Prince Yan, in a hidden crypt.

Piles of shackles stained with blood were piled on the ground.The fire was burning vigorously, the charcoal was peeling and peeling, and the three long-handled shovels in the charcoal pile were burnt red, emitting a frightening red light.

A man in only a pair of shorts was shackled all over his body, tied to an iron pillar, his hair was disheveled, his body was bruised, his head was hanging down, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

King Yan, dressed in a royal robe and jade belt, looked dignified, walked slowly into the dungeon, covered his nose with an incense brocade handkerchief, and frowned slightly.He made a gesture, and immediately a big man with a big arm and a round waist picked up a bucket of dirty water and poured it on the head of the only prisoner.

Seinfeld trembled all over his body, and finally woke up.

Immediately, someone brought a clean nanmu chair, and King Yan sat on it, covering his nose with a brocade handkerchief, looking at the prisoner from a distance, and smiling slightly: "Hall Master Song, your bones are still intact." It’s really hard, even after so much, I still won’t let go.”

Sein Fei gritted his teeth and didn't open his mouth. Through the dirty hair hanging in front of his eyes, he stared at Yan Wang without blinking. His bloodshot eyes were full of hatred.

Yan Wangsheng chuckled: "It's fine if you don't want to let go, you'll just stare at people like you don't know what to do!"

The big man next to him was about to wave a leather whip with salt water and barbs in his hand. King Yan waved his hand, and the big man put down the whip and stepped back respectfully.

King Yan's eyes fell on Song Fei's hands.Under the light of the fire, all ten fingers swelled up, and the nails were clearly filled with bamboo sticks.

King Yan sighed: "He is a real man, Hall Master Song, how can he deal with our Hall Master Song in such a way as to deal with people?"

Stand up, walk slowly.

Seeing this, the big man next to him quickly stuffed the prisoner's mouth with a big ball of dirty gauze.

King Yan walked over slowly, covering his nose with a brocade handkerchief.The entourage around him observed the words and expressions, and immediately brought out another brand new brocade handkerchief with a strong fragrance.

Cover your nose with a brocade handkerchief, and rest your hands with another brocade handkerchief.Through a layer of brocade handkerchiefs, King Yan gently held the bamboo stick inserted between the fingers of the other party, and pulled it up hard——

Sein Fei couldn't make a sound, his body trembled slightly, the bamboo stick was finally pulled out, and the whole fingernails also fell off, but there was flesh and skin attached to it, hanging there precariously.

The fingers without nails turned into small blood-red lumps, and the blood dripped down.

Yan Wang smiled and said: "He is really a tough guy. But... he actually dyed his nails red like a human..."

Reach out again, still through the brocade handkerchief, and pull out the second bamboo stick.

The second nail fell off completely, but Seinfeld was only trembling.

King Yan took his time and pulled out the three bamboo sticks next to him.

Between the five fingers of Sein Fei's right hand, there was no nails, and it was already stained red with blood.

King Yan covered his nose and smiled, "But it's even more dazzling than the impatiens that people love..."

Seinfeld raised his head and stared at him intently.

Yan Wang covered his nose with one hand, and pinched the bamboo stick in the opponent's left hand with the other hand through the brocade handkerchief, and said with a smile: "As long as Hall Master Song is tall, he is willing to answer this king's request. Hall Master Song can be spared from being raped." The needless suffering of flesh and blood will immediately become the king's guest. And this king will also apologize for the grievances suffered by Hall Master Song..."

Song Fei didn't have a head, but suddenly spit out the gauze from his mouth, and spat hard on the king's face.

Immediately, two big men came up and punched and kicked Seinfeld, then stuffed his mouth full with a larger gauze, and finally tied it tightly from the back of his head with a cloth strip, so that the other party could no longer spit.

King Yan lowered his head, slowly wiped the saliva off his face with a brocade handkerchief, and when he raised his head, there was no expression on his face.

King Yan approached slowly, and said with a smile: "Teacher Song has a really big temper."

Slowly, pull out the bamboo sticks between the five fingers of the opponent's left hand root by root.

This time Seinfeld didn't even tremble anymore, his eyes closed, and he passed out.

King Yan took a few steps back, came up to the big man, and poured a bucket full of dirty cold water over his head and face.

Seinfeld woke up again, but his eyes were blurry.

In the fuzzy film, a figure seems to be slowly approaching the burning fire.

Yan Wang held the long handle of the burning shovel through the big piece of Ropa, slowly lifted it up, pointed the red-hot shovel in the direction, and stretched it out suddenly.

The terribly red shovel was pressed tightly against the small bump on Seinfeld's chest.

Suddenly there was a puff of blue smoke from the left chest, and the skin and flesh were burned with a sizzling sound.

Seinfeld, whose mouth was stuffed, could not make a sound, his whole body trembling violently.

King Yan threw down the shovel and said, "Take out the gauze from his mouth."

The gauze was taken out immediately, before Seinfeld could catch his breath.Yan Wang grasped the shovel through Luopa and stretched it towards his right chest.

The hysterical screams seemed to be made by no one.

King Yan clenched his hand tightly so that the red-hot shovel was pressed against the opponent's flesh, and said with a smile: "Hang Master Gang Song is a tough guy, why can't he do it right away? He sounded like a frightened person , really disappointed this king.”

Seinfeld bit his lips tightly, holding back the hysterical scream deep in his throat.His lips were almost bleeding from biting, he raised his head and stared at the other party without blinking.

Yan Wang said with a smile: "It turns out that it is still a hard bone, so it is embarrassing."

King Yan grabbed the handle, the shovel pressed against the opponent's flesh and still did not let go.

The prince smiled kindly: "Actually, this king is also sending a big deal to the Guitang. Isn't it just asking the brothers in the Guitang to help break into the palace. The current emperor is incompetent, how can the Dragon Seat of Daheng be such an idiot child?" What? When the king of Japan ascends to the main hall, our heroes will naturally be greatly rewarded. It's a pity that Song Hall Master is so obsessed with obsession, insisting that this king wants the brothers in your hall to die..."

"Brothers who are so worried..." King Yan said slowly, "I'm afraid the one I'm most worried about is that Junior Brother Su Yu..."

The fleeting panic in Sein Fei's eyes was immediately caught by the prince.

A smile rippled across his face.

Yan Wang: "It turns out that Hall Master Song doesn't love me, but loves his beautiful junior brother."

"That little Su Yu is so annoying..."

King Yan let go, and the red-hot shovel fell to the ground.

"Temple Master Song, don't worry, this king will bring that beautiful junior over to meet the Hall Master in a short time."

Seong Fei couldn't speak, but struggled desperately, the iron chain was grinding on the iron pillar and rattled.

King Yan took a few steps back, and said with a smile: "This king can't wait to see the touching scene when we meet Fenghuo brothers..."

Seeing that Sein Fei was tied to the iron pillar and couldn't break free, but his eyes were almost bursting with madness.

King Yan stepped back slowly, smiling silently.Finally turned around, laughed and left.

Everyone left, and there was only one prisoner left in the huge dungeon.

Sein Fei was tied between iron pillars and iron chains, his body trembling constantly.

I have never been as trembling and frightening as I have been tortured before.

Seinfeld stared at the blazing fire in front of him, and the last red-hot shovel in the fire.

At this time, the master of the Fenghuo Hall was trembling in front of the instrument of torture like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind...