Supreme pardon

"I... have given them an order to let them go, and told them to come to Wangcheng tomorrow morning. Can you let me go?" Carefully putting the phone back, Zhan He hugged the back of his injured hand and wiped his arms casually. With the blood gushing out of his lower nose, he asked vaguely.

With his right hand propped on the table, Wen Renjue leaned back, Wen Yan glanced at him, turned around without any response, and blew out smoke rings, looking out of the window.

The sun has completely risen, and the bright sunlight comes in through the glass windows, and shines on the crystal ornaments placed by the windows, emitting beautiful three-color rays of light.

The burning pain on the back of the hand was still there, white blisters swelled up, and viscous liquid mixed with blood flowed out, and Zhan He smelled the smell of burnt meat in a trance.

Frightened, he observed Wen Renjue's reaction.

The man sitting sideways on the big table didn't even look at me, but just now, after I screamed for so long, the guards on the porch outside the door didn't even ask...

It's not that I don't know what the consequences will be if I call my two orders. Those high-level officials who refuse to obey will definitely not survive after they arrive in Wangcheng.

But he had no choice but to find a way to save his own life first.

Reasonable and honest cooperation, with hope, he tentatively tried a sentence.

Before Wen Ren Jue, he killed himself calmly, but when he raised his head to speak, he realized that several teeth in his mouth were loose, and after spitting it out, the smell of blood could not go away.

"You guys, what did you do?" Unable to wait for relief and an answer, Zhan He's heart was ashamed, and he slowly turned to Pan Zhiyi who was motionless in the room.

"What are you referring to?" Pan Zhiyi asked politely.

With his left leg crossed over his right leg, Wen Renjue leaned back halfway, looking sideways out of the window, distracted, and didn't respond at all to the conversation between the two in the room.

"What's the matter with Guo Zi's group?" I just called one by one, but no one answered.

If it is said that these people betrayed him along with Pan Zhiyi, Zhan He would not believe it.

"Dead." Very concisely, Pan Zhiyi moved his upper lip and spit out two words.

Before his head was smashed against the table, although he was able to stand on his own now, the dizziness has not completely disappeared. After hearing such a two-word answer, Zhan He suddenly fell back after being dazed, and said harshly: "You say what?"

Shrugging his shoulders, the expression on Pan Zhiyi's face remained unchanged, disapproving, but he gave Zhan He affirmation again.

"You! You guys!" Turning his head to look at Wenren Jue, Zhan He gritted his teeth and said, "It's useless even if you occupy the royal city now, brother..." He swallowed the title of brother who came out of his mouth, "Zhan Pei is back , you still can’t defend the royal city.”

It was obvious that he was still hating a day ago, but now when he talks about Zhan Pei, he has a hint of smug pride.

With such a sarcastic tone, it seemed that Wen Ren Jue and Pan Zhiyi were going to be unlucky right away.

"Dead." Without moving his eyelids, Pan Zhiyi interrupted without even bothering to look at him.

"What did you say?" Zhan He's mouth froze.

Looking back and forth between Wen Ren Jue and Pan Zhiyi's expressions, one was covered by a mask and could not see clearly, while the other had a cold and flat expression, as if wearing a mask.

But the only thing in common is that the indifference between their eyebrows is exactly the same.

Doesn't look like... doesn't look like a lie.

"No! Impossible, brother, how could he die so easily, no!" Shaking his head violently, Zhan He suddenly rushed towards Pan Zhiyi, his face twisted, and he was about to grab it.

Pan Zhiyi did not expect that he would suddenly lose control of his emotions and flee in a panic.

"You lied to me, hahaha, how could Zhanpei die?" Although growing up, he often felt unconvinced and even unwilling, after Xiaosangyu appeared and died, he even began to hate his brother, But... There is one thing that has never changed in his heart, that is, he feels that Zhan Pei is very powerful.

So strong that he doesn't want to resist all the time, and he doesn't want to prove himself all the time.

But... how... so dead.

impossible!Pan Zhiyi must be deceiving himself.

I have worked hard for so long but failed to defeat the person who killed me, so I just died in the hands of outsiders, what is this!He hasn't seen his majestic appearance in the royal clothes, hasn't he knelt down at his feet, truly recognized himself once, and just died like this?what ah.

So funny!

I don't know whether it's sadness or hatred, but tears suddenly flowed down Zhan He's distorted face.

The five fingers bent and scratched were only two centimeters away from Pan Zhiyi's face. Zhan He roared heart-piercingly, and suddenly fell forward.

The palm hit Pan Zhiyi's instep, but he still tried to grab him by the throat.

Lifting his trouser legs, Pan Zhiyi frowned, and leaned in the direction of Wen Ren Jue.

Just as Wen Renjue retracted his raised hand, the pen holder rolled to the ground. If it hadn't hit Zhan He's ankle in time, Pan Zhiyi's face might have been disfigured on the spot.

"Thank you king." Pan Zhiyi bowed and saluted.

Wen Renjue nodded without paying too much attention, and shouted at the door in a deep voice: "Come in!"

"King." Two men wearing the guard uniforms of the thirteenth district king pushed the door and came in. Seeing this scene, without saying a word, they stepped forward, each with one foot, and stepped on Zhan He's arm who was still struggling.

Another tall man walked in from outside the door, turned around and closed the door first, and was still buttoning his chest when he turned around.

Under the unfamiliar uniform, there was a familiar face.

After saluting Wen Renjue sitting on the big table, the man approached Zhan He, and while bending down, he grabbed his hair and lifted his head up, patted his cheek insultingly, and said hoarsely: "How do you do that?" My lord hates noise when there is such a big commotion, don't you know?"

"Who are you!" With his head folded back, Zhan He's body was forced to assume an unnatural shape, and he asked the three people who controlled him intermittently.

He was obviously wearing the clothes of his personal guard, but he didn't recognize her.

The guards brought by the Lord are replacing Wang Juzhong's Wang's guards. There is no need for the man to explain this to Zhan He. Seeing people staring at him full of hatred, he just grinned and moved his middle finger on the person's cheek. into Zhan He's mouth.

"You... um!" The words he wanted to yell stopped because of the severe pain.

The man remained motionless, and removed Zhan He's chin.

Squeaking, tears welled up in Zhan He's eyes, but he couldn't make any more noise.

But the man still refused to give up, quite happily, he reached out his hand to touch a pen from the carpet, and then inserted it into the back of Zhan He's hand without any pause.

"..." The silent scream was accompanied by the continuous flow of liquid from his mouth. Zhan He bent his knees and wanted to roll on the ground, but he could only twitch on the spot because of the control of the two personal guards of Wen Ren Jue.

Wen Renjue knocked people over with a pen holder just now, seven or eight pens rolled down on the carpet.

The guard of Wenrenjue who came in later looked kind-hearted and honest, but at this moment he revealed his cruel nature. He picked up the pens one by one with a smile, and then inserted them one by one with a playful heart. Zhan Hyuk's body.

With the tragic whine in his throat, and the helpless twitching of his body under control, Pan Zhiyi stood beside Wen Renjue, lowered his eyelashes, and watched quietly.

During this process, Wen Renjue changed his sitting posture once.

"Dizzy?" Talking to himself, the long-browed man motioned to the two companions who were controlling Zhan He. One of them took out a bottle from his bosom and poured it into Zhan He's mouth. The unconscious man slowly woke up again. .

The long-browed man got up and moved aside, and the other two Wen Ren Jue's personal guards also stood up.

After Zhan He woke up, he lay on the ground for a while. After thinking clearly, he looked up at Wen Ren Jue, his lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound.

The long-browed man who was abusing just now lowered his body, but he didn't know what to do, so he helped someone put his chin back.

Zhan He struggled with both hands and feet, crawling towards Wenren Jue with blurred eyes.

Popping out the burnt cigarette, Wen Renjue retracted his legs that were placed on the table, dangling in the air, waiting for Zhan He to approach.

"Please...please, let me go." If Zhan He was still thinking crookedly before, planning to join forces with Zhan Peri to kill Wen Ren Jue first, or pretend to obey and then look for opportunities, then now, he Only one thought remained.

It means that people can let themselves go, "As long as you let me go, I will do anything for you."

"Are you willing to do anything?" Wen Renjue elongated his voice with a strange tone.

"Yes, I am willing to do anything!" With tears streaming down his face, Zhan He knocked his forehead to the ground again and again.

Wen Renjue jumped off the table with a smile, walked in front of the person in two or three steps, bent down, lifted the person's chin with one hand, and said softly: "Really willing to do anything?"

"Really, I can do anything, as long as you don't torture me anymore!" At this time, no self-esteem and dignity can be taken care of, physical pain can easily destroy people's mind, even if Wen Renjue's eyes are evil now , the implication is obvious.

Somehow, Wen Renjue pinched the man's chin with his thumb and middle finger and turned around, looking at the face, "Just like what you did to those children?"

"Yes, yes!" Zhan He nodded without any hesitation.

When they entered the palace for "cleaning up", Wen Renjue's subordinates discovered that there were several rooms on the top floor, in which there were some puberty boys. Two of them looked like Xiao Sangyu from the profile.

"Tsk..." Sneering aside his chin, Wen Renjue straightened up and took a white handkerchief from the guard at the side, wiped the fingers he had touched, turned around and took two steps towards the window, his eyes cast on Pan Zhi carry on.

Pan Zhiyi nodded, took the blank paper and pen from the table, walked to the side of Zhan He who kept begging, put it down softly, and said flatly: "Those high-ranking and powerful old people who have retired from Zhan's family have a unified idea." Where do you live? Write down the address."

"You...I..." Tried to raise my head to look at the back of Wen Renjue. Although I felt very humiliated, but... just now Zhanhe thought that Wen Renjue meant to treat himself... but he never thought that it was to treat his family. The residence of the elders.

"You'd better write it, so you don't have to suffer, huh?" Seeing that Zhan He's eyes were filled with disappointment, and his gaze towards Wen Ren Jue was still a bit complicated, Pan Zhiyi shook his head in disgust, and got up Stay away from people.

The author has something to say: Zhan He's mental journey:

1. You actually want to fuck me, humiliation, anger and anger

2. If you want to fuck me, will you let me go?

3. You want to fuck me anyway, if you can't resist, you might as well obey

4. I didn't expect that you were going to fuck me... (It turns out that...a person like Wen Renjue actually has such thoughts about himself...)

Wen Ren Jue mental journey:

1. I said I want to fuck you, and then showed me the expression of humiliation, resistance, hatred, and wishing to die.

2. You actually asked me to do...?Huh... how disgusting

3. Stop playing