After interpenetrating with Lord Hou, he became addicted to house fighting

Junker said indifferently: "You failed in the assassination, so you probably won't be able to save your life, right?"

The old monk looked up and saw two people standing leisurely opposite. Although one was a man and the other was a woman, the aura exuding from them was very similar at the moment.

He smiled wryly, "Now I am a prisoner, if I want to be killed or cut, Zhenbei Hou just do it!"

Jun Ke said coldly: "This Marquis never talks nonsense with others. If you tell the whole story, Ben Hou can still save your life. If you refuse to say..."

He smiled faintly, "Actually, we don't necessarily have to know."

"That's right," Rong An took over the conversation and said, "Anyway, in my capacity, who dares to question me?"

The old monk sneered and said, "Your current status is nothing more than a little girl, anyone can crush you to death like an ant!"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Rong An pouted, "Your mouth is full of hostility, you don't look like an eminent monk! Don't be a flower monk, right?"

The old monk snorted heavily and turned his face away.

"Ha!" Rong An gave a short laugh, and said to Jun Ke, "Father, I've hit the mark, and he's guilty!"

"You fart!" The old monk yelled, "You are the flower monk, and your whole family is the flower monk!"

Rong An calmly said: "You are wrong, my father is Zhenbeihou, my mother is Princess Jingyang, I am a dignified champion, and my fiancée is the daughter of a great Confucian...

"Our whole family is a well-behaved man in the world, and no one has become a monk."

The old monk was panting heavily with anger.

Jun Ke glanced at Rong An reproachfully, "Why use your tongue? Just do it."

As he spoke, he swung his whip, and the old monk screamed, his left ear was gone, and blood spattered.

Rong An sneered: "I thought you were a brass diamond and iron arhat, but I didn't expect that only your mouth is hard."

The old monk was trembling all over, sweating profusely.

Junker nodded lightly, "Next whip, left eye."

The old monk's eyes showed that he regarded death as home.

Junker doesn't talk nonsense, his whip spits out letters like a snake.

There was a crisp sound of "pa" in mid-air, and the old monk let out a miserable howl that was inhuman, and his left eye was dripping with blood.

He trembled even more, panting like a cow, and when he was able to speak, he said: "You... you are so... cruel!"

"I'm cruel?" Junker sneered, "If you succeed, you will not only kill two lives, but also how many people will suffer because of you.

"In comparison, the two whips you received are really insignificant."

Rong An deeply agreed: "That's right, when the Marquis led his troops to defeat the Northern Qi thieves who came into our Great Zhou to burn, kill and loot, and opened up the territory for the Great Zhou, where were you?

"Where were you when my fiancée was doing her best to save people?
"Just because you are now a prisoner, does it prove that you are a victim?"

The old monk was obviously taken aback, "You...you..."

"What about me?" Rong An sneered, "If I die, do you think the Northern Qi people will make a comeback?
"Will Dong Lin, who is intimidated by me, move west?

"Although I have achieved many victories in the past, I am not alone.

"But I also dare to say that without me, Rong Zigu, the results of the battle would not be so many!"

Although he has a female face now, his proud and sharp aura has not diminished in the slightest.

The old monk dodged his eyes for a moment, then lowered his head.

Jun Ke said to himself, "Where is the next whipping? I mean it's all on the left side, Zigu, what do you think?"