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There were not tens of thousands but thousands of prisoners interrogated in Zhu Yiwei.

The most sensitive part of the human body is the thighs.

"Ah!" Emperor Wu's shrill cry rang out. He felt the sharp sword rolling in his flesh, and uncontrollable pain almost swept through his body.

Hearing Emperor Wu's shout, Fan Dongming quickly opened the door.

Frightened by the sudden movement, Yang Ying stared blankly at everything in front of her, not daring to make any move.

"I am the Lord of the Dawu Kingdom! How dare you treat me like this!" He shouted angrily, his eyes as if he wanted to skin Niao Niao alive.

Niao held the dagger, looked at Emperor Wu below him indifferently, and turned the dagger around without any warmth in his eyes.

"Since Emperor Wu has been here for so long, he must have heard of the beast farm."

Emperor Wu, who closed his eyes in pain, opened his eyes instantly when he heard the word "beast field".

Of course he had heard of the 'Beast Farm'. In order to intimidate him, Anguo even let him observe on the stage.

"How dare you!" Emperor Wu panicked, holding back the pain and shouting at Fan Dongming: "I am the leader of Wu Kingdom, you just let her insult me!"

Fan Dongming shrugged his neck and sneered, "Forget about you, what can our emperor do with her?"

"Wudi, you'd better do as she says. With her temper, she can do anything."

After Fan Dongming finished speaking, he waved people to leave, and even thoughtfully left the door open.

Emperor Wu struggled to sit up, his pale face contorted with pain.

Thin beads of sweat slid down his forehead to his cheeks, and his soaked hair clung to his skin, making him look as embarrassed as possible.

"I'll write." He gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words from his throat.

He withdrew the dagger and sat across from him, his eyes filled with cold arrogance.

Like a lazy leopard, it has restrained all its sharp edges, but it is still terrifying.

"and many more."

Emperor Wu stopped holding the pen, not knowing what trouble she was going to make.

"It's all gone, we can't let it go to waste. Write it in blood."

Emperor Wu was so angry that he tried to move his legs. Heart-wrenching pain instantly swept through his body, and he slumped to the ground helplessly.

The broken jar said: "I won't write anymore! It hurts too much!"

"What did you say?"

She raised her eyes and looked at him motionlessly with her deep eyes.

Wu Di had no choice but to cry in pain while writing and drawing on the paper with the blood on his leg.

After he finished writing and handed it to Niao Niao, he thought he would never see her again.

After reading the ghost-drawing talisman he wrote with a frown, he pinched the red paper and tore it into pieces.

"Rewrite. The handwriting doesn't look good."

Emperor Wu stared at Nau Nyu dumbfounded, "Are you serious? I can't even hold the pen because of the pain, how can I write so beautifully!"

"None of my business. Rewrite."

The aggrieved Emperor Wu patiently wrote it again.

"Rewrite."

"Why this time?"

"Not enough emotion. As a monarch, is this all your writing skills?"

Facing Niao Niao's mocking gaze, Emperor Wu took the paper back from Niao Niao's hand and sat at the table to meditate.

"Hurry up. If the blood clots, you need to redraw it."

Emperor Wu trembled, holding a pen and writing anxiously on the paper.

As he wrote, Emperor Wu cried sadly. Niao Niao took a closer look and saw that the writing was good this time.

"The sage said, I have to examine myself three times a day. You have done a good job of reflection. This time, you passed the test."

He shook the blood book dry, folded it and put it away, looking at Emperor Wu with a stern look, the smile on his lips was playful and evil.

The tight string in Emperor Wu's mind suddenly broke, he could no longer control it and passed out.

"Brother Royal."

Yang Ying ran over anxiously, her tears pouring down like raindrops out of control.

He picked her up by the collar and walked outside the temple. He walked to Fan Dongming and threw down a reddish-brown porcelain bottle.

"Don't let him die."

With a word of instruction, Yang Ying was carried out of Yong'an Temple. Outside the temple, Ning Yuanzhou saw them coming out and immediately went to greet them.

"Ah Ying, what happened? Why do you look so bad?"

Yang Ying just shook her head. She had not yet recovered from the shock.

As soon as we got on the carriage, raindrops fell from the sky. After a while, they became heavier, and the ground was instantly wet by the raindrops.

The horse's hooves walked in the direction of Siyi Pavilion with a dripping sound in the rain.

After meeting Emperor Wu, Emperor Anguo had no new news.

With nothing to do, Niao Niao and Chi Guazi followed Ren Ruyi and Ning Yuanzhou on Thirteenth.

In front of the lipstick stall, Yu Shisan carefully selected some, picked up a small jar and sniffed it at the tip of his nose.

"Niao Niao, this suits you very well."

He happily opened his sleeves, revealing the color test marks on his wrists.

On the fair wrists, the color of the lipstick is more obvious, making the skin fair and translucent.

It's really good.

"Don't forget what the two of us are here for." He put the lipstick in his hand back on the stall, pulled his sleeves, and followed the disappearing figure furtively.

Ning Yuanzhou and Ren Ruyi in front looked at each other, understandingly planning to get rid of the person behind them.

"You are blind! If you don't want your eyes, you can dig them out and feed me wine."

"Young master, it was just a bump. Why are you so angry? Besides, it was you who bumped into me. Why don't we each take a step back..."

Yu Shisan didn't want to be troublesome, but the person opposite didn't think so.

The person who came was wearing a green robe, holding a fan in his hand, standing crookedly, looking like a local gangster.

"Do you know who I am? My father is the young minister of Honglu Temple! Who dares not to give me a little favor under the emperor's feet? Even if I bump into you, it will be your honor!"

His arrogant expression made those around him subconsciously take a step back.

It's not that they don't help, it's the young minister of Honglu Temple who they really can't afford to offend.

"Then what do you want?" Yu Shisan stood on tiptoe and looked in the direction of Ning Yuanzhou, but the two of them could no longer be seen.

He straightened his sleeves and asked absentmindedly.

"You stepped on my shoe, just kneel down and apologize to it..."

Niao Niao pressed his head, folded his face on his shoes, rubbed it twice, and then took his hair to let him stand up.

"It's clean, can you go?" Niao held his sleeves and tilted his head to look at the group of people, his eyes without any warmth.

"I... you... tie them up for me. I will make their lives worse than death!"

"Who are you going to make life worse than death?"

His shoulders sank, and he turned his head impatiently, planning to curse. When he saw the person coming, he quickly bowed and said, "Master Marquis, why are you here?"

"Where am I going? Do I still need to report to you?" The hand on his shoulder slowly tightened, and his tone was calm, but it was as if it was wrapped in a layer of ice.

"Of course not, that's not what I meant, little one." His bones were about to break when he was pinched, but he bit his lips to prevent himself from making any sound.

Following Fan Dongming, he was lucky enough to meet the young Marquis.

Once, when he was interrogating a prisoner, the blood he spat out accidentally splashed on his clothes.

That dress doesn't seem to fit. I don't know why, but the blood stain was almost undetectable, but he suddenly ordered the person to be beaten to death.

I personally saw the man twisting on the ground a few times before losing his breath. He would never forget this scene for the rest of his life.

"Who did you just say you would make life worse than death?"

"Master Hou, spare your life!"

With a 'plop', the originally arrogant man knelt on the ground.