Magical Strategist

Ichiro had a complicated expression. He walked into the cell and without saying a word, he picked up a bucket of cold water and poured it on Zhenlong.

Zhenlong coughed violently. He slowly woke up under the stimulation of the water. His face was pale, and his sad eyes looked at Ichiro blankly.

"How are you? Have you been doing well these days?" Ichiro said with a smile.

The real dragon shook his head weakly and replied in a weak voice: "It's okay..."

Ichiro immediately pulled a long face and kicked the dragon in the stomach. "Tell me! The second half of the blood curse!"

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood sprayed on Ichiro's face. The fishy smell made him feel uncomfortable, and his anger was instantly aroused. He snatched the whip from his subordinate and whipped him like crazy. He whipped him dozens of times until he was exhausted.

The real dragon gritted his teeth and silently endured the pain of his skin and flesh being torn.

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Ichiro asked, panting. The dim light shone on his twisted face, making him look like a roaring beast.

"What can you do to me? By the way, how is your son doing in hell?" Zhenlong said with a grin. It was obvious that he was exposing Ichiro's scars.

Ichiro roared and started to whip madly again. He kept whipping and beating with the whip in his hand, as if he could beat a real dragon into a pool of meat paste but it would not quell the anger in his heart...

Half an hour later, the subordinate finally couldn't help but remind him, "He has passed out. Do you want to rest for a while?"

"Damn it!" Ichiro threw the whip at his subordinate and said unhappily, "I'll give you two days. No matter what method you use, you must make him tell me the content of the blood curse. If you still can't get the result after two days, I will make you wish you were dead!"

The woman named Xing Dixing turned pale. She swallowed and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, I will do my best."

Humph! Ichiro shook his hands and walked away.

Xing Dixing couldn't help but sigh. She had been in charge of interrogating Lieyan for fifteen days, using all kinds of torture, but Lieyan still refused to say a word. Not to mention two days, even two years might not be enough.

Xing Dixing looked at Zhen Long with pleading eyes and said, "Just tell me, I can't bear to fight you anymore."

The real dragon slowly opened his eyes and said weakly, "Don't even think about it."

"After all, we were both students of Podor back then, so please don't make things difficult for me?" Xing Dixing said again.

"Stop tarnishing Podor. I really regret not killing you, Angela!" Zhenlong replied.

This dark person named Xing Dixing is Angela, the top student of the Podor Wood Department. She was spotted by Shimizu Ichiro at the Podor Competition and started working for the Shimizu family after graduation.

"I admit that I'm not a good person, but everyone has their own ambitions. Everything I do is for the Shimizu family, for Gangyi, and to overthrow the Middle-earth Alliance as soon as possible. Do you know why? Because my family was assassinated by people from Middle-earth more than ten years ago!" Angela said earnestly.

The real dragon replied coldly: "What does it have to do with me? Do you want to win my sympathy?"

"Please help me this time. Please." Angela begged desperately, looking at the real dragon with helpless eyes.

Zhenlong sneered and said, "Are Qingshui's dogs worthy enough to beg me for mercy?"

Angela was very upset after hearing this. She immediately showed a fierce look and picked up the whip to whip...

It was not until late at night that Angela ended the torture today...

The dungeon returned to a dead silence. There was no moonlight, no wind, only turbid air and flickering firelight. Everything here was enough to corrode the body and devour the soul.

The semi-conscious Zhen Long seemed to hear someone talking to him. To be exact, it was the voice coming from the cell next door. He looked in a trance, using the dim light to look over there. He saw a man squatting quietly on the ground, with his back against the wall, looking relaxed and contented.

"What are you thinking about?" The man was none other than Mo Tianxing.

This was not the first time that Zhenlong had talked to Mo Tianxing. Whenever there were no other dark men in the dungeon after Angela left, Mo Tianxing would look for Zhenlong to "chat".

"Want to kill someone." said Zhenlong.

"Killing people? You'd better think about how to survive." Mo Tianxing said again.

"Don't you want me to die?" asked the real dragon.

"Your life or death has nothing to do with me. I just think it's a pity for a man like you to die in a place like this." Mo Tianxing said casually.

"What is your position?" asked Zhenlong.

"Position is not important. Do I have to have a stance to help Qingshui? Aren't you the same? Are you challenging Qingshui for the Middle-earth Alliance? There is a kind of person who will risk his life and kill for unworthy people and do all kinds of unscrupulous things, but those are not his intentions. When his hands are stained with the blood of others, he may feel a little remorse... Do you know why he still does it even though he knows it is unscrupulous?" Mo Tianxing looked up at the ceiling and said meaningfully.

"Are you talking about yourself?" asked the real dragon.

“Hehehe…” Mo Tianxing smiled lightly.

"I feel pity for such people. At least I kill people for revenge." Zhenlong said again.

"Forget it, forget it. I'm going to sleep. You should also get enough rest to prepare for tomorrow's torture." After saying that, Mo Tianxing lay down and began to snore soon.

During the period of imprisonment, Zhen Long would be tortured in various ways during the day, and at night, Mo Tianxing would come to chat with him. This was the only way for Zhen Long to relieve his boredom.

It was unknown how long the days without sunlight would last. But Zhenlong knew very well that once he told Ichiro about the blood curse, he would have no chance of survival. At least as long as he kept silent, he would have a chance of survival.

Zhenlong has been thinking about a question: Fifteen years ago, Ichiro first killed his mother Yilu, and then killed Yilu's sister Duoduo, all for the blood curse. Later, Duoduo was desperate and died in Luode Mountain, and the blood curse disappeared. Now, Ichiro is still obsessed with getting it. What use is the blood elf's moves to the Qingshui family? Think about it not long ago, the theft of banned books in major prestigious schools was all caused by the Qingshui family. Why?

A series of questions left Zhenlong clueless. Perhaps because he overworked his brain, the pain from his wounds worsened, and blood gushed out of his mouth. His heart was boiling inexplicably: Blood curse or forbidden book, as long as I, Lier Zhenlong, am still alive, as long as I can leave here alive, I will definitely make a comeback and destroy the Qingshui family!

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The Thunder Emperor, who had been lurking in the Qingshui Family for more than ten days, was a little impatient. On the one hand, the Bright Group was in danger recently, and he was worried that the Archon Bartolomeo, who was not good at management, was not worthy of being entrusted with important tasks; on the other hand, the Chief of Staff, who was imprisoned in the dungeon and was tortured every day, might not be able to hold out for long. He could not continue to waste time, and he had to take action as soon as possible!

The dungeon is guarded day and night by the elite troops of the Shimizu family. Not even a fly can fly in, let alone a huge person.