Traveling through memoirs

Although there was a transparent hole pierced in his body, fortunately, Qing Luo dodged in time and did not hurt his vitals.After recuperating for about five days, the wound was almost scabbed, and Qing Luo was able to walk on the ground.

During this period of time, Qing Luo has not only maintained her body well, but her cultivation of 'Ye Chun Pin' can also be described as rapid progress.

Have you ever seen a genius who cultivated two levels in five days?Well, Qing Luo could see it this time, it was himself.

For five days, Qing Luo would exercise energy when she was free, and her body would automatically and slowly exercise energy while sleeping.When Qing Luo went to the ground, she was surprised to find that her 'Ye Chun Pin' had already reached the fourth floor.

'OMG~ Is this the cultivation speed of a genius? 'Qing Luo leaned on her chin to let go,'It seems...it doesn't feel like...'

Qing Luo was a little bit worried when she was happy with her fast cultivation of kung fu.

Now it's the fourth floor, not far from the ninth floor!The ninth floor is about to double repair, but who can I find for double repair?

Qing Luo blinked her eyes, and searched in her head for someone she could double cultivate with. "First of all, this person must be able to take care of others. After all, we will double cultivate together for a lifetime. How can I find a life idiot to serve me?"Secondly, this person can't have bad intentions towards me. If I get stabbed again, won't I look too stupid?In the end, I have to like this person, or rather, have the possibility of liking this person.Well, this is very important, it's too uncomfortable to be with someone you don't like all the time. '

After deleting, deleting, and deleting the people in her head, Qing Luo suddenly realized that there was only one candidate left——Chen Ling...

'It seems...not bad...Isn't the god of thieves looking down on me?I'll fuck your protagonist! In less than two seconds of fantasizing, Qing Luo quickly shook his head and poured Chen Ling out, repeatedly warning himself not to be dazzled by resentment, "Even if I want to be crazy and cool now, I can't court death like this, old man If God doesn't kill me, the protagonist will fight me endlessly... Two against one, there is no chance of winning, you can't be so stupid! ! ! '

Sighing "sorrowful for the spring and hurting the autumn", Qing Luo decided to take one step at a time.

"Fox spirit! Are you alright?" Just as she stood up while leaning on the table, Qing Luo was almost bumped by Yingcao who rushed in.

"What are you doing..." Because the right arm was tied to the wound and it was difficult to exert force, it was hung on Qing Luo's neck with a bandage.At this moment, Yingcao hit his hanging right arm straight, causing the wound to tear painfully.

"Go to the dungeon today! Don't say you forgot!" Yingcao pinched her waist angrily, her face puffed up like an inflated puffer fish.

"Tsk..." Pushing Yingcao away in disgust, Qing Luo gently pressed the edge of her wound to relieve the itching after the pain: "I know, let's go now..."

After hearing this, Yingcao immediately smiled, and grabbed Qing Luo's sleeve: "Let's go, let's go, don't go to the torture hall to interrogate those prisoners! Qing Ke will be scolded to death by the Lord of the Shadow Pavilion!"

Those decent people will attack [Purple Smoke Valley] at any time, but [Purple Smoke Valley] knows nothing about their plans, which undoubtedly puts [Purple Smoke Valley] at a disadvantage.

Naturally, Ying and the others can only hope to pry some news from those captives, but since Qing Ke has promised Qing Luo to hand over these people to him, Qing Ke will not hand over these captives to Ying Luo anyway. in their hands.

[Purple Smoke Valley] has distinct levels, Qing Ke is the young master who is under one person and above ten thousand people, even if Ying is the master of the shadow pavilion with the core strength of [Purple Smoke Valley], he cannot violate Qing Ke's orders.

Therefore, Ying can only rely on the old to sell the old, and move him with emotion and reason, wishing to directly transmit the current situation of [Purple Mist Valley] to Qing Ke's mind, to tell him how urgent the situation is now.

However, Qing Ke's brains are as dead as Tie Mu's, he only knows that he can't break his promise if he agrees to Qing Luo.

To the Master of the Shadow Pavilion, he only scolded his mother in a hurry, and in the end he could only find a breakthrough from Qing Luo.

After turning a few turns in her head, Qing Luo let go and said, "Leave the elder who fought with me, the rest is up to you~"

Lips dead and teeth cold, [Purple Smoke Valley] If something happened, Qing Luo must have no good fruit to eat.Qing Luo participated in it from the beginning to the end, and naturally understood how urgent the situation is at this moment. Naturally, Qing Luo would not hold someone back to make things difficult for [Purple Mist Valley]. Competing with Ying would not do him any good.Furthermore, it can also be sold to Ying's favor in this way. There are not many favors that are easy to sell, so it's not for nothing, isn't it?

Ying and the head of the punishment hall jointly interrogated the other people. I don't know if the methods were not ruthless enough or they really didn't have the slightest information. After three days of interrogation with the head of the punishment hall, Ying and the head of the punishment hall did not pry anything out of their mouths.

The younger one was killed, and only a few elders were left to continue the interrogation.

Although Qing Luo has been recuperating in bed these days, but with Yingcao's crap, Qing Luo is naturally aware of these situations.

Even if you didn't see Ying and the others' interrogation scene with your own eyes, listening to Yingcao's description was quite bloody.But just like that, no one confessed, and Qing Luo didn't expect these righteous people to be so tough.

"But... the harder the bones, the more fun..." Qing Luo licked her lower lip as she lightly rubbed the wound on her chest.

Yingcao was very anxious, and she had to say ten words that she disliked Qing Luo for walking too slowly.Qing Luo was also seriously injured, and she felt very uncomfortable after walking for a long time.In the end, Ying Shixi was called out, and Qing Luo was carried by Ying Shixi to the execution hall.

Without going through the entrance of the punishment hall, the three of them went directly into the prison of the punishment hall.

The dungeon of the punishment hall is not small, but there are not many people.Except for a few guarding the dungeon door, there were only a few elders left after Ying and their interrogation.

Or say [Purple Mist Valley] is the Demon Cult, because the people of the Demon Cult are very 'different'.The head of the punishment hall is also a character, he doesn't like 'pressing goods'.Therefore, people who entered the prison of the punishment hall were usually dealt with immediately.If the people in the punishment hall have other tasks to go out, and there is no manpower, he will even clean up the 'inventory' himself.

Looking at it this way, there are actually quite a lot of people left in the dungeon this time.

As soon as Qing Luo stepped into the dungeon, she immediately saw the elder who lived in a 'single room' with special treatment.

According to the descriptions in martial arts novels and TV, the dungeon should be a dark, damp place where the sun is not seen, and there are horrible torture instruments everywhere.

Ke Xingtang's dungeon can be said to be a clear stream in the dungeon circle, clean and bright, and even has a skylight.If it weren't for the neat cells everywhere, it would be a good place to live.

So Qing Luo was very unhappy...

I have been lying on the bed for several days, my whole body is sore, and it turns out that people are doing well in the dungeon?

"Open the door..." Qing Luo signaled the guards to open the cell door.

Because of Qing Luo, this elder didn't go through the interrogation by Ying and the others, so besides his dirty clothes, his spirit is a little weaker, and he looks much healthier than Qing Luo.

"It's not bad..." Qing Luo kicked the knee of the person who was sitting cross-legged on the ground: "Elder Wu..."

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and glanced at Qing Luo, then at the footprints left by Qing Luo on his knee, snorted coldly, closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

With a sneer, Qing Luo pursed her lips: "It's really interesting, you said, it's this far. You can still put on a disdainful face, who will show it? Show me? Do you think I will dump you because of you?" I will be angry if you show me face?"

Turning her head slightly and scratching her brow bone with her index finger, Qing Luo shook her sleeves: "Let's go, remember to lock the door."

"Are you finished?" Yingcao was a little puzzled, and asked softly while grabbing Qing Luo's sleeve.

"It's over?" Qing Luo looked back at Elder Wu who was still motionless, and then smiled at Yingcao: "Do I really look like a good person?"

Qing Luo led Yingcao out of the cell, staring at the guards who locked the cell door.

"Two chairs, one table. Some snacks and some wine." Qing Luo tapped the place facing the prison with her toes: "Just put it here."

Although he was puzzled, since Qing Luo said it, the guards had to follow suit, and Qing Luo's order was quickly conveyed.

The efficiency of [Purple Smoke Valley] has never been overstated, it is less than a stick of incense.The tables, chairs, wine and food were all neatly arranged, and Qing Luo and Yingcao were almost hugged to their seats.

Glancing at the cushion on the chair, Qing Luo was very satisfied, and sat down on the chair directly.Leaning on his chin, he casually squeezed a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth, staring blankly at Elder Wu who was still sitting in the prison.

Yingcao looked at Qingluo, then at Elder Wu, then at Qingluo, then at Elder Wu, and approached Qingluo like a thief: "Did you poison him?" Yingcao's voice was subdued. It's like being a thief.

Taking a sip of the wine, Qing Luo glanced at Yingcao.

"What are you doing so badly, like a thief?" After finishing speaking, he picked up another pork belly with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth: "Yeah, it's poisoned, it's not waiting for the poison to take hold."

As soon as Qing Luo finished speaking, there was movement from Elder Wu's side.

Putting down the chopsticks in her hand, Qing Luo became interested, her eyes fixed on the movement of the prisoner.

In order to prevent these elders with strong martial arts from escaping from prison, [Purple Mist Valley] had poured Sangong Powder into them. At this moment, Elder Wu is completely like a fish on the chopping board, being slaughtered by others, and there is no room for them to resist.

After the poison took effect, Elder Wu, who couldn't use his kung fu to resist, soon became powerless to resist.With his hands clasped tightly in the mud, his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and it was completely obvious what the other party was restraining.

But this kind of stalemate was only a few blinks, and the opponent succumbed under the effect of the poison, and began to frantically tear his skin and clothing, stripping himself naked in a short while.

"Hey..." Yingcao turned her head away in disgust, but she still pricked up her ears curiously to listen to the other party's painful cry.

Soon, the bare/exposed skin was scraped off layer by layer by the not-so-sharp nails, and the thin shreds of meat seemed to have hanging potato shreds rubbed on the ground one by one, and the blood was muddy and mixed in the soil.

With the spread of the medicine, Elder Wu couldn't restrain himself from scratching his body more and more, a tragic cry burst out from his throat, and the wailing like weeping blood made Yingcao's skin goosebumps all over.

This kind of torture lasted for about a quarter of an hour, the areas where the skin was not thick had been scratched to the bone, even the large blood vessels were scratched, and the scarlet blood was rubbed everywhere due to the struggle.

Seeing that the effect of the medicine was almost over, Qing Luo took out some wound medicine from his cuff and put it on the table: "Give him the medicine, don't let him die, and then hand him over to the Shadow Pavilion Master."