Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Wang Hao, are these two basins good?"

The spring fragrance that went back and returned was back with two large basins. Looking at that size, many people couldn’t help but pump their mouths. Is the spring fragrance black? So big basins, it is estimated that you have not started bloodletting to scare the blessings. You know, it may not feel like the blood is scattered on the ground. If all of them are gathered together, what do you feel? ? Don't mention too much acid and horror, let alone the pain of the body, that is, the psychological fear may also drive the other side.

"Well, although it is a little small, I can barely make it, go and put it under his hand. Benedict wants to see our family prince perform."

Forcing a smile and glanced at the two big tile pots held by Chunxiang. Ling Jingxuan nodded in a pretentious manner. Chunxiang was also very profitable. After getting his approval, he bent down and carefully placed the two tiles under the hands of Wanfu.

"No, Wang Hao, beg you not, is the slave really not? Ah?"

Wanfu scared the pupils to shrink, but the mouth was hard and refused to tell the truth. Everyone only heard a bang, a cold flash, and the pig-like screams sounded, and they fixed their eyes. Wanfu’s left thumb pointed A hollow nail has been inserted into the abdomen, and the blood almost immediately flows out along the hollow iron tube. The ticking flows into the tile basin, and the **** taste gradually fills.

"Ah, the prince is forgiving the prince -"

Five fingers connected to the heart, the thumb was born tightly tied with a nail that is not much smaller than the chopsticks, and the nail is still hollow, watching the red blood flow from his finger into the tile basin, Wanfu scared wow Shouting, tears and a snarl, I want to move my body and pull out the nails that hurt my heart, but his body is like a sorcerer, no matter how hard he does.

"What? What can't you die?"

The eunuch's voice is more sharp than the average man. If his screams are more likely to deepen his own fears, he has already let him temporarily lose his voice. Wanfu has made him abandon and dare not scream again. Turning to choke and beg for mercy: "Hey?? Wang Hao spares, Wang Hao spares?"

"The blood flow is a bit slow, so when can I fill the two basins? Benedict still wants to fill the blood of the two basins before the night, and then let people make blood to let him eat."

In the past, I looked at the blood flow. Ling Jingxuan touched his chin and made it innocent. When he said the export, it was more and more cruel. It invisibly deepened the fear of someone. He is a doctor, and he has studied in psychology. Naturally. More than everyone knows, how can you scare the other side of the liver and gallbladder, Wanfu this **** is commonly known as the old fritters, without the point of hot, he will never confess.

"That's not easy?"

"Hey!"

"Ah."

Yan Yanrui is aggressive and raises his eyebrows. The next second, I saw him glaring, and after a few screams, with the screams, all fingers of Wanfu’s left hand were filled with nails, and blood was simultaneously from different nails. When the front end flowed out, Wan Fu hurt his entire face and wrinkled. Even if the body was fixed, it could not stop shaking.

"Is this speed Wang Hao still satisfied?"

Ignore someone’s pig-like screams, Yan Yurui’s favorite look at his wife, most like the bad smile on his face. “Well, barely, there is another side.”

I nodded and walked back to him to sit down. Ling Jingxuan pulled out several identical nails from the medicine chest. Yan Rurui took over the tacit understanding and did not look at the target. The right hand was like a random one, five. The iron nails brushed out and flew out, respectively, and accurately inserted into the five fingers of Wanfu's right hand.

"Ah, oh? No, don't spare, the lord is forgiving?"

Wan Fu hurts almost in a coma, the voice of screams is getting smaller and smaller, the amplitude of trembling is getting bigger and bigger, and his mouth has been sobbing and forgiving, but he is not willing to let go, as if he and Ye Guizhen are really jealous. In general, Ling Jingxuan’s cold light is even worse. He wants to see if his mouth is hard or his means are hard.

"Hey? According to this flow method, it is estimated that it will take less than half an hour, and his blood should be drained?"

Zeng Shaoqing, who has always been silently watching, whispered twice. It sounded like a little sympathy for him. In fact, the fox eyes were full of killing and frosting. This is what he found himself. It is not worthy of sympathy. If he is really embarrassed, he is When I saw the palace lady at first sight, I wouldn’t be shocked and scared. From the moment when Yan Shan left him in front of them, only the reaction of that moment was real, and the others were pretending.

I have to say that Wanfu’s little trick is to lie to others, but the four of them are not swindling.

"What? You sympathize with him?"

Ming knows that he doesn't mean that, Ling Jingxuan deliberately has nothing to look for him. It is estimated that the **** will only collapse after a while, and idle is also idle.

"I am crazy, me? I sympathize with that kind of person, I have not lived enough."

Without a good look at him, Zeng Shaoqing couldn't help but slam his eyes. The kindness to the enemy is cruel to himself. The sympathy of the transition will only kill themselves. He is not stupid enough to go to that point. He said that he is serious. Doubt, he still has no extravagance and extravagance.

"Ha ha--"

Ling Jingxuan smiled slightly, and did not continue to fight with him. He got up and took the pulse for Dongxiang and Xiaoqixiaojiu respectively. After they determined that they were recovering quickly, Ling Jingxuan sat down at the bedside: "Xiaojiu, will you be afraid of this?" Kind of scene?"

Xiaoqi, he is not worried, he should have been used to this **** scene for a long time, but it is Xiaojiu. In the past few months, he was still a bully and unreasonable little emperor. I am afraid that he has not had the opportunity to see this picture yet?

"Well? No, not afraid, they are the ones who harm the seven emperors, and Xiao Jiu is not afraid."

Clearly the voice is shaking, but reluctantly reluctant to admit that he is afraid, Ling Jingxuan can not help but laugh, reach out and touch his head: "Xiaojiu, afraid of shameless, when people will have fear, I am the same, but we It’s important to know when to be afraid, when not to be afraid. For example, when you are worried about Xiaoqi, it’s time to be afraid. As for now, what do you need to be afraid of? No matter how cruel our means are, for It is the person who cares about it. At this time, we don’t need to be afraid."

Moreover, he is not really cruel. Those who are more careful will find that he has given them a chance to confess before they are forced to give him a confession. As long as they honestly say that they can’t let them live, he will Give them a good time, not to change their side to toss them, they do not see the coffin without tears, blame him for being cruel.

"Well, Xiaojiu remembered, thank you for your guidance."

Although he did not fully understand what he meant, he still knew it. The nine emperors looked at him with a firm nod, and then the fear disappeared.

"Now the only thing you have to do is to take care of the disease. Others, just give it to me and Yunhan."

Look at them separately, Ling Jingxuan got up and walked back, and the harmony on his face disappeared instantly. Instead, he was cold and cold, and he glanced at the pale **** because of excessive blood loss. Ling Jingxuan walked to Yan Ruirui's side. The tea leaves floating on the teacup were sent to him.

"Jing Xuan, will he die from excessive blood loss?"

Chu Yunhan looked at the already flowing out of a lot of blood, and always groaned forever, if he died, their clues could be broken. "Death? How can it be so cheap?" The action of drinking tea, Ling Jingxuan's cold road As long as he does not let him die, he does not want to die easily.

"Oh... I am relieved to have this sentence."

Chu Yunhan smeared a touch of relief, even if Wan Fu was also instructed, he could not let him die too cheap.

Knowing what he was thinking, Ling Jingxuan put down the teacup and pondered the time. He got up and knocked on the two pots that had already filled a lot of blood in front of Wanfu: "Hey?? It’s enough for you to eat two meals. In other words, the folks have a word to say, where to eat where to fill, in fact, from the perspective of the doctor, it is impossible, for example, you blood, you will not have any blood after eating The role, Wanfu, you should not think that Benedict will let you die like this blood? Do not think so, Benedict has a lot of fun means not to make it out, you can be certain If you want to hold on, you have the same kind of patience to use on you."

Some people, perhaps not afraid of death, are not afraid of physical torture, but he must not resist the fear from the heart. What he does is to deepen the fear. When his fear accumulates to a certain extent, he will be old. Honestly confessed.

"Why is the king swearing and forgiving?"

I was so painful that I was so numb that I was so scared that I was afraid that I couldn’t do it. This was the first method that almost killed him, and then? ? He is not afraid of death, no matter how he recruits, he must have been dead, but he is really a little afraid of the means that the Prince has called.

"Ben also wants to spare you, but you don't give Benedict a chance, Wanfu, your destiny is in your own hands, ask Benedict? I see you still beg yourself."

After all, Ling Jingxuan stood up, and after another quarter of an hour, if he still does not confess, he can only change other methods. If he loses more than a certain amount of blood, he may be comatose, so it is definitely not for him. Good thing.

"No... kill me, Wang Hao, beg you to kill me-"

Seeing that he had to go away again, Wan Fu was anxious to tear the heart of the lungs. Every time he added a drop of blood in the pot, his fear increased by one point. He couldn’t stand it. He was a demon, and he would rather die. I don't want to see my blood flow out a little bit.

"Want to die? Which is so easy? You can never die without the permission of Benedict."

Lingxuan sneered at him, Ling Jingxuan disdainfully sneered, crying for the fortune of Wanfu, and there seemed to be a broken voice in his mind. Wanfu’s whole person stunned: “Hey? I said, I said all? I said it. "At this moment, he finally admit defeat, and the method of smashing the prince is too horrible. In his mind, there is only fear in addition to fear.

"Oh... finally see the situation?"

I really don't see the coffin without tears. Ling Jingxuan pointed to the finger of Yan Shan. "Help him pull out the nails, medical doctors, and stop bleeding."

He didn't want to ask half of him and he gave him a coma.

"Yes"

The three people were named and went out. Everyone in Yanshan pulled out a nail. He thought that he had been numb, and he had to scream again. Then the doctors quickly filled up and acted. He stopped bleeding, Ling Jingxuan stood behind them and looked coldly, and then he sat back to Yan Ruirui for a while.