Supreme pardon

The Lord had never said such "self-conscious" words to himself, and Yan Zhen couldn't react for a while.

Before he could sort out what he wanted to say, a thick voice came from the first line.

"Bring people up!"

When the atmosphere of the banquet was at its most enthusiastic, Chen Liangxi suddenly gave an order with a smile.

As his words fell to the ground, the entire hall gradually became quiet, and the dancing girls retreated to the corner. The young man who sang soft music stopped the sound, and stood aside with his head down.

Those who were still talking loudly all lowered their volumes. During the small talk, there was a "creaking" sound of wooden wheels rolling slowly.

The lighting arrangement in the banquet hall was relatively dim, but with the sound of wooden wheels rolling, several beams of bright white light suddenly hit the center of the hall.

A few of Chen Liangxi's personal guards pulled a single-wheeled wooden plank with all their might, and on the wooden plank stood two cross-shaped logs. From the dimly lit place to the center where the bright light intersected, all the details were exposed to the public.

Corresponding to Chen Liangxi's Longteng chair, the two rows of tables on the left and right of the hall are arranged symmetrically, and the wooden shelf is parked right under the top facing one, in the center of the two rows of tables.

"Tick, tick..."

In the quiet space, the sound of blood dripping was very clear.

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a big gash in his drooping jaw was tied to a cross.

The blood continued to flow down from there, together with the blood oozing from other incisions on the body, first gathered on the wooden board, and then fell drop by drop onto the floor of the hall.

There was a heavy panting of "wheeze, wheeze", mixed with the man's uncontrollable moans of pain from his throat, accompanied by the smell of blood, which immediately aroused the interest of everyone in the hall.

It's just that no one expressed displeasure.

The extravagant carnival was ruined, but watching the dying body of the strong man being tortured, another pleasure that belonged to the winner burst out from all the men sitting at the scene.

It is the passion of the victor towards the prey, and the playful heart of the predator after eating the prey in large chunks.

"It's the black tiger." Wei Duan, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said calmly in his mind.

"En." Wenren Jue agreed, his gaze focused there like everyone else's.

The man's feet were firmly strung together by chains, his arms were stretched straight, and tied to the horizontal bars of the cross. They were placed in the shape of a cross just like the wooden frame. The palms of the left and right hands were each nailed with a finger-thick steel nail.

The steel nail was very long, it went through the man's palm and drove into the wood, but there was still a piece left, stained with blood.

Heihu was wearing the unified uniform of the [-]th district team, and he was probably still fighting hard when he was caught.

The welt marks tore his clothes, and the blood marks seemed to go deep into the bones.

Chen Liangxi sat on the head end, his eyes fell on the bottom, and he said with a slight contempt: "Heihu, long time no see."

When he spoke again, all the whispering below stopped, and everyone's eyes shifted from the black tiger to the king above him as if they were watching a show.

The body was bound into a cross shape, and there were many wounds on his body, many of which were still fresh and blood was oozing out continuously. During the few days of being imprisoned, Hei Hu obviously suffered inhuman torture.

The dazzling lights all hit him, and he was dragged to move. How could he not know that he had been transferred out of the prison in the basement.

It's just that he didn't know what Chen Liangxi wanted to do, whether he was going to kill himself, and he didn't have the energy to look at the surrounding environment in his daze.

He hadn't eaten for a few days, and even though his chin was cut, the smell of food still penetrated his nose, making his stomach throbbing.

With his head hanging down, blood stains in his hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, but from the scent around him and the depressing chaotic discussions, he could roughly guess where he was taken.

It's just that I am no longer afraid of death, so I can care about these humiliations.

Hearing the condescending voice from above, he had no intention of raising his head, just like the past few days, he would just bear it all if he wanted to torture himself.

However, suddenly something seemed to come to mind...

He slowly raised his head, tried to open his eyes, and looked directly in front of him.

Dried blood was sticking to the hair on the forehead, and the sight was blocked. Heihu shook his head, but accidentally pulled his hands, and blood began to flow out of the palms that had died long ago.

Frowning, he snorted.

Sitting high, Chen Liangxi was filled with joy when he looked down at the man who was also the king.

Heihu twisted his face, endured the severe pain from the tearing of flesh and blood just now, tried his best to raise his head, and looked at the blurry figure in front of him.

The light was too dim, and only the small place where he stood was under the bright white light.

Looking from the bright place to the dark place, there is only a group of black shadows in the hazy place. The excessive blood loss made him look at one place for a long time, and it was a little staggered.

He opened his mouth, rolling his throat, but no sound came out.

Among the men sitting on both sides, someone sneered.

Swallowing the bloody saliva in his mouth, Heihu ignored the voices coming from both sides, his gaze was still fixed on the shadow above, he coughed heavily, and managed to squeeze out some voice: "Chen Liangxi, you The seventeenth district is stronger than me, but you still only dare to fish in troubled waters when I am attacked by the fifteenth district, what can you be proud of?"

The two had actually known each other before and met several times.

At the King's District Conference held in the Southeast Continent, it seemed that they were not very pleasing to each other.

It's just that to Chen Liangxi at that time, there was nothing to look at in the wilderness of the [-]th district, and there was a king's district living in the lush forest of Shanan, which was a good thing for the surrounding king's districts, but To a certain extent, it manages and restricts the alien beasts in the forest.

There is no need, the two royal districts have never dealt with each other. If it weren't for the evolution of human beings and the emergence of the crystal nucleus energy system, he thought he would never come to the eighteenth district in his life.

He knew that Hei Hu, who relied on his own strength to do it with one punch and one kick, was the king, and he looked down on people like him who relied on the strength of his family to wear the crown.

But he also looked down on the other party, what kind of tiger king, he only knows how to fight and kill, if he doesn't have a certain plan, why should he stay on the throne for so long, in his eyes, the powerful tiger king is just a reckless man.

Especially right now, this loser whose fate is entirely in his own hands, is actually trying to provoke him.

"Hahahahaha," he laughed a few times before brushing away the docile girl beside him who was feeding him vegetables, and sarcastically said, "Fishing in troubled waters? It would be more appropriate to say that mantis catching cicadas and orioles are behind!"

Standing up from his position, he slowly raised one hand, pointed straight at the black tiger in the white light, and said disdainfully: "But even if you are fishing in troubled waters, right now your dead fish has landed in the palm of my hand, allowing me to scrape the scales." cramp."

It was not easy for Heihu to be able to squeeze out the words, after finishing a sentence, he felt a burning pain in his throat.

Chen Liangxi was talking eloquently and triumphantly, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth so as not to faint.

After devouring the crystal nucleus, his body became more and more powerful and separated from human beings, but after many days of torture, he still tasted the feeling of dying.

Chen Liangxi continued, retracting his pointing hand, took two steps on the stage, and said proudly and contemptuously: "You think that as long as you can fight and kill, you are qualified to be a king? Do you think that what a king wants is Strength, but no brains?"

"Hei Hu, don't sit on the throne if you have no brains. You are stupid and you can die by yourself, but if you overestimate your own strength and insist on sitting on a position that doesn't belong to you, countless people will die because of your stupidity!"

After saying this, Chen Liangxi turned around and sat down again, taking a rest.

Naturally, he didn't say these words to persuade him out of good intentions, he just wanted to prove to everyone below who was the real king.

Whoever is the most suitable is born to sit on this throne.

Heihu didn't want to say anything to him at all. Although he was tortured and tortured to death, his heart seemed to be extremely calm. Regardless of the wounds and nails in his palm that would be torn as he twisted his body, he slowly twisted his upper body on the cross, His eyes were weak and persistent, scanning all the people sitting in the dark on both sides.

Finally, they converged on the man sitting above again.

With an unbelievable chuckle, he struggled to twitch the corners of his lips, and said with deep meaning: "Chen Liangxi, do you think you have won?"

The hand holding the wine glass froze, and Chen Liangxi stared at him with cold eyes.

Heihu laughed again, his voice was obviously weak and hoarse, but because of the certainty that came from nowhere, it actually made everyone in the hall feel terrified.

"The [-]th district was not yours before, and it will never be yours in the future."

The dying cry of the loser does not deter people's hearts, but makes the winner get joy from it.

But... Wu Guang stared sharply at the man who had been king.

For some reason, the other party's words seemed to carry absolute affirmation, and there was such a hopeful faith.

Amidst the taunting voices that suddenly stopped, Heihu spoke meaningfully and forcefully said, "The real master of the [-]th District will not be you!"

After panting, the unprecedented pious voice continued melodiously: "Its true owner will come back sooner or later!"

"Bang!" A bullet shot out and hit the wooden frame on which the black tiger was tied, just a palm away from his head.

Chen Liangxi held the gun, his hands trembling slightly, and stared at everyone with a little anger.

He was very angry, obviously he wanted to humiliate this man who was also the king in public, but for some reason, the group of people were finally suppressed by a man who was powerless and at the mercy of others.

He shot down the weird atmosphere first, and then said coldly to the bottom: "Do you think you can regain the eighteenth district? Be your king? Hahaha... daydreaming! Your life is in my hands now hands..."

As he spoke, he stepped off the stage in two steps, and walked a few steps in front of the bound man. Chen Liangxi slowly raised his right hand, put the muzzle of the gun on the man's forehead, and continued: "Believe it or not, I will send you to the place right now." King's Landing again?"

Having been observing everything in the field, Wei Duan spoke in a timely manner, with a very flat tone: "Master, will Heihu die?"

"No," Wen Ren Jue's tone was not a little more fluctuating than it was, and he said indifferently: "The eighteenth district still has power outside, and killing Heihu at this time is of no benefit at all. Keeping him is a detriment to the eighteenth district." Maximum restraint of residual power."

Chen Liangxi would not fail to understand such a simple truth.

Wen Renjue answered Wei Duan in his mind, but his eyes still fell silently in the white light, no emotion could be seen in his pupils, he put his right hand on the armrest of the chair, and tapped the handle with his middle finger comfortably and rhythmically.

Wei Duan looked at it for a while in silence, then suddenly asked: "Heihu said that the real master of District [-] will return to King's Landing, is he waiting for you?"

His eyes were still there, and Wen Renjue gave a low "hmm".

Being pointed at by the muzzle of a gun, Heihu was not afraid, looked directly into the eyes of Chen Liangxi who was close at hand, and suddenly laughed indulgently.

That laugh used all his strength, shaking his chest, and even when he opened his mouth wide, blood began to pour out continuously, but he still said to all the people in the field with that ruthless voice: "You guys It's just a group of doves occupying a magpie's nest, when that day comes, none of you will be able to escape!"

Wen Renjue smiled slightly and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The author has something to say: No responsibility to talk about it, Heihu: Don't I know what kind of temper my master has?You guys will die when he comes back, you must be worse than me, woo woo woo.

Zhuizi: (nods, nods vigorously) Mmmmmmm

Heihu: He will definitely come back, I believe he will come back, when he comes back... you can

Pendant: Mmmmmmm! !

Heihu: Wait a minute, did I forget something? ? ...This is the much-anticipated reappearance you said yesterday? ? ?

Zhuizi: (smiling) It’s very popular, everyone is looking at you

Black Tiger: What else can I say? ?

Zhuizi: Don't say it!