I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

"Don't worry, wait until Guoguo and the others come to meet us." As Shi Yuhuan spoke, he subconsciously looked back in the direction of Yaogu. "Le'er, you watch the three of them here, I'll go pick up Guoguo and the others."

"Brother, but I..." Shi Yule was a little scared.

"Don't be afraid, brother will be back soon." Shi Yuhuan comforted him.

"Well, okay, I'll wait for you."

He couldn't be afraid. This time he came to Wufo Temple with a mission. It’s not like we’re here to play. Now that we’ve made the choice, we have to endure everything that happens here.

A few minutes later, Shi Yuhuan brought Shi'er and the three of them over.

"Brother, sister..." Shi Yule stood up and rushed over. "Are you all okay?"

"It's okay, Brother Le, don't worry." Guoguo had already adjusted her mentality, so she comforted her.

"As long as it's okay, I'm worried." Shi Yule said seriously: "We all have to remember that if we come in peace, we must go back in good health.

No one is allowed to be left behind. "

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his palm.

"Okay." Shi Yuhuan understood what Le'er meant, and he put his hand on the back of Le'er's hand.

Guoguo, Shi'er, and Xi'er put their hands on it at the same time.

"Let us go quickly, or you will all die here." The leading monk, who had been struggling with the clothes he was tied to, shouted angrily when he saw the little guys in front.

"Yes, do you know where this place is? How dare you break in here without permission? You are really looking for death."

"Let us go..."

The other two monks also started shouting.

"Are they the newly caught fake monks?" Guoguo asked Shi Yule in a milky voice.

"They wanted to hurt me, but my eldest brother helped to catch them." Shi Yule turned around and kicked the leading man in the stomach.

"Ah..." the fake monk cried out in pain.

Shi Yuhuan broke a thin branch and then came to the fake monk.

"I'm asking you now, and you answer whatever you want. If you can't answer, or the answer is wrong, then don't blame me for being rude to you.

Let you taste the taste of these thin branches! " Shi Yuhuan said.

The three fake monks stared at Shi Yuhuan coldly, their calm expressions seeming to retort, who would be afraid of you!

"I know you have backbone and you are not afraid of pain, but..." Shi Yuhuan hesitated, raised the thin branch in his hand and slapped the three monks on the face. "Your skin is thick, but the skin on your face shouldn't be that thick. Does it hurt?"

The monks screamed in pain and kept shaking their heads, trying to avoid the whipping of the branches. But no matter how they avoided it, the pain still made them twitch.

"Stop... As the saying goes, you don't slap someone in the face. Don't go too far." The leading monk scolded angrily.

"Who is in charge of you?" Shi Yuhuan was too lazy to talk nonsense to them and directly asked the question in his heart.

"I don't understand what you...ah..." are talking about.

The monk wanted to pretend to be confused, but before he could finish his words, he was slapped hard on the face several times.

Shi Yuhuan is a person who knows martial arts, and he can be very aggressive. The thin branches hit the monk's face directly, leaving whip-like marks.

"Answer me." Shi Yuhuan asked again, never stopping to hold the thin branch in his hand.

"Ah... stop."

The two monks next to him heard their boss screaming so miserably, and they obviously avoided it, hoping that the branches of the tree would not fall on their faces.

Shi'er thought it was a bit fun, so she went to the side and broke off a thin branch.

She didn't hit the leading monk, but the two monks next to her.

The fake monks must be very depressed because they clearly did nothing and said nothing. Why did the blame suddenly fall on him?

"This seems a bit unnecessary, right?" Guoguo and Xi'er looked at each other.

"It doesn't matter, just let them... let them vent. If they really can't ask, shall we come again?" Xi'er blinked her big black eyes and answered Guoguo tentatively.

"Okay." Guoguo sat on the grass and watched them quietly.

The monk's mouth was so harsh that blood almost came out of their faces, and they kept screaming in pain. None of them answered Shi Yuhuan's question.

"Kill us if you dare."

"Yeah, do it."

They are all dead soldiers and are not afraid of death at all. More importantly, their lives are always in the hands of their master. If they make any mistake and compromise with a few brats, they will die too.

"You're not afraid of death." Shi Yuhuan was so angry that he threw the branch in his hand to the ground.

"Brother, don't be angry. Let me help you." Guoguo stood up and walked over. She took out a box from her backpack and took out a silver needle from the cowhide cloth in the box.

"Prick them to death with needles." Shi Yule blurted out as he looked at the needle in Guoguo's hand.

"Let's not pierce him to death yet." As Guoguo spoke, he pierced the waist of the leading monk with the silver needle in his hand.

After one and two sticks, the monk didn't have much reaction until the third stick. The monk suddenly roared loudly.

Xi'er walked over to help and stuck the silver needle she had prepared long ago into the monk's vocal cords. With the blessing of the silver needle, the monk could only make small painful sounds hysterically, and could no longer cry out.

The monk's whole body was shaking in pain, his face was covered with veins, and a large amount of cold sweat slid down his face. He felt that the muscles and bones in his back were being torn apart by something, and his blood was boiling, burning his body like boiling water.

The other two monks looked at their boss in such pain, and they obviously started to feel afraid.

How could these little brats be so powerful?

Guoguo showed no mercy, took out the silver needle from the box, and inserted a silver needle into another monk's body.

"You are the only one now, do you want to try it too?" Guo Guo gestured to the last monk with the silver needle in his hand.

"Don't... don't." The monk was so frightened that his voice was choked, even hoarse and trembling. "Whatever you...want to know, I...I will answer truthfully..."

"If I had said this earlier, how could I have suffered so much?" Guoguo put the silver needle in his hand back into the box and gave the remaining time to his eldest brother Shi Yuhuan.

"Sticking to the same question, who is in charge of you?" Shi Yuhuan took a step forward and asked coldly.

"Similarly...is...a monk."

"Brother, this is for you." Shi Yuxi handed the silver needle in his hand to Shi Yuhuan and reminded: "If he is dishonest, you can pierce this silver needle into his waist."

"I said..." The monk was so frightened that he shouted anxiously.