The leader of the Demon Cult ran away with the ball

In the originally dark torture room, four torches were lit on the wall, illuminating the room brightly. The wall on one side of the torture room was covered with instruments of torture, and on the wall on the other side a young man was handcuffed and hung on the wall.

His mask has been taken off, revealing the handsome and gentle face under the mask, with slightly raised eyebrows, phoenix eyes and thin lips, but he seems to be not fully awake yet, his brows are slightly furrowed, his eyelashes are trembling, and he has not fully opened his eyes .

There were several voices from outside the execution room, someone called the leader respectfully, and then a cold and magnetic male voice, he said to open the door, and there was the sound of creaking and unlocking the door outside the execution room.

On the dark steps of the execution room, a congregation led Xue Jingying in, and Fu Jiu followed behind.

Xue Jingying was still wearing the light ink brocade gown with dark patterns and the dark blue cloak of fox fur. He walked in leisurely step by step, his eyes raised slightly, looking at the sinking jade hanging on the wall, the corner of his mouth curled up, and his eyes flickered. A little smug.

The congregation moved a chair for him and placed it in the middle of the torture room facing Shui Chenbi. Xue Jingying sat down and watched the person handcuffed to the wall slowly open his eyes and wake up slowly. The congregation waved their hands: "It's none of your business here, you go down, as long as Fu Jiu stays here."

"Yes, my subordinate will leave." The congregation bowed their hands respectfully and withdrew.

Shui Chenbi opened her eyes from the drowsiness, and when she looked up, she saw Xue Jingying sitting not far from her, with a smile on her mouth, which was beautiful.

The corners of Shui Chenbi's mouth also curled up slightly, and he raised his hands to touch him, but when he moved, he found that he couldn't move his hands at all. He seemed to be conscious for two minutes, and when he looked up, he saw that his hands were separated and handcuffed to the wall in the instrument of torture.

He gave up struggling and looked at Xue Jingying.

Xue Jingying smiled even wider, her eyes shining brightly: "How about it, now that you are my prisoner, are you willing to speak out about the following thoughts?"

Shui Chenbi blinked, because her voice was a little hoarse just after waking up, she looked at him and said: "The deity has already said that the following mental methods will damage the mind, you can't practice."

Xue Jingying got angry when she heard the words, and rushed to him and grabbed his clothes: "Don't use this excuse to lie to me! You are clearly afraid that I will surpass you in practice, do you want to say it or not!"

Seeing him like this, Shui Chenbi felt that it was useless to explain, so she just kept her lips shut.

Xue Jingying was extremely angry, and said: "Okay, since the Master of the State Teacher refuses to speak, he will force me to execute the sentence."

As he said, he walked across the wall covered with torture instruments, looked at them one by one, then turned his head to Shui Chenbi and said, "Which one do you like, Mr. National Teacher? Is it this whip soaked in salt water, or this one that was burned?" The flaming iron, or this bone-cutting meat knife? The pampered Master of the State Teacher should rarely suffer from such flesh and blood. For the sake of how many times you have saved me, I will choose the lighter one for you. How about starting with this whip?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to take off the whip from the wall of the torture tool, took the whip and tapped it on the palm of his hand, and then slowly approached Shui Chenbi step by step.

Shui Chenbi still looked at him and didn't speak, Xue Jingying's face became angry, and she spread the whip with force, and the soft leather whip made a 'crack' sound on the stone floor of the execution room.

This kind of whip is specially designed for torture tools. It is wrapped in soft leather, but it hurts the most. Although it won't hurt the muscles and bones, it can tear people's skin to pieces.

Shui Chenbi lowered her eyebrows slightly to see that he still didn't speak, not even the slightest fear on his face, Xue Jingying was furious, and with a raised hand, he whipped a whip, and the whip hit Shui Chenbi hard. On his body, his clothes were torn instantly, leaving a trace of a long whip, and a bloodstain was also soaked on his clothes.

The tail of the whip also swept across his face, his right cheek was scratched, and there was a small bloodstain on his cheek, leaving a drop of blood.

Shui Chenbi pursed his lips and looked at him, Xue Jingying's subordinates also felt a little numb, he lowered his eyes in Shui Chenbi's gaze, and then looked at him coldly: "Are you going to tell me or not?"

Naturally, Shui Chenbi still didn't speak, but his eyes drooped slightly. The two confronted each other coldly. Shui Chenbi kept silent. Xue Jingying's hand holding the whip became tighter and tighter. The sound of cracking whips and the sound of meat being drawn made everyone who heard it feel pain.

Xue Jingying didn't know how many times she had smoked, his anger was getting bigger and bigger, but the person handcuffed to the wall was silent, his clothes were torn and bloody, but he didn't say a word, Xue Jingying I also remembered the first time I saw him when I was young, when someone stepped into the mud, his body was covered in mud, he clenched his lips and didn't say a word, neither crying for pain nor calling for help.

Just like now.

Xue Jingying became even more angry in an instant. He felt that the cloak on his body was hindering his movements, preventing him from raising his hands better. He untied the strap of the cloak with one hand, threw the cloak to Fu Jiu, and swung the whip with his hand. Just approaching the water sinking bi.

Shui Chenbi, who was lowering his head, suddenly raised his head and looked over. His gaze went from Xue Jingying's face to Xue Jingying's hand, and then fell to Xue Jingying's abdomen. He saw that the abdomen under the dark pattern robe was flat and without any fluctuation , he was suddenly stunned.

He raised his head to look at Xue Jingying's face, and asked in a dull and blank voice, "Why is your stomach flat?"

Xue Jingying didn't notice it at first, he was furious, but he was stunned when he heard this sound, and it took him a while to realize what he was talking about. He looked down at his stomach, and then looked at him indifferently. Shui Chenbi: "This seat is a man, what's so strange about having a flat stomach?"

Shui Chenbi's voice became a little cold: "Where's the child?"

Xue Jingying frowned and looked at him: "What child?! There is no child in this seat!"

Shui Chenbi looked at him coldly: "Did you knock him out?"

Xue Jingying finally burst into anger: "Yes, I just got rid of him, and he will be gone after a bowl of medicine, otherwise, what do you think, do you think I will give birth to this monster?!"

Shui Chenbi looked at him straight for a long time, then suddenly smiled, obviously smiling, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, instead, there was a kind of disheartened, disappointed to the extreme sadness.

He lowered his head, looked up at Xue Jingying for a while, and said: "I thought that after being with you for so many days, even if you didn't treat me much, no matter how little, there was still a little bit of heartbeat. Now it seems that it is the deity You are being sentimental, this deity is just a tool for you to use. For the sake of this secret book, Master Xue can even offer it to people who don’t like it tactfully, he is really cold-blooded and heartless."

When Xue Jingying heard this cold-blooded and ruthless sentence, her heart was as hard as a stone, and she didn't know why she became very angry. It was obvious that he had heard this sentence the most since he was a child, from leaving Shaolin Temple to becoming the leader of the Demon Cult, and he obviously always sneered and dismissed it , but I don’t know how to hear this from his mouth, he will be very angry.

Xue Jingying looked at him and looked at herself coldly. It was obvious that this person was covered in blood and he had the upper hand, but he suddenly became inexplicably annoyed and flustered in his eyes, but his arrogance did not allow him to show his weakness. He clenched his whip tightly and looked at him with the same cold eyes.

Xue Jingying held the whip tightly and loosely: "I will ask you again, will you tell me where the secret book of the mind is?"

Shui Chenbi didn't even want to look at him anymore, he looked to the side and lowered his eyes, Xue Jingying was furious, she used her inner strength with her hand, raised her hand and lashed him a few times, The whip with internal strength instantly ripped open the skin on his body, the blood stained his clothes red, Shui Chenbi snorted, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Xue Jingying clenched her whip tightly: "If you don't say anything, you will die in my hands."

Shui Chenbi was already a little dizzy due to blood loss. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, his lips were tightly pressed together, and there was no reaction. Xue Jingying looked at him holding the whip, but felt that his palm was hot and could no longer swing it.

Xue Jingying bit her lip, her hands loosened and tightened, she didn't know whether to say it to herself or to Shui Chenbi: "Master Guoshi is really tolerant, even if I am tortured like this, I won't open my mouth today. Well, I still owe you two conditions, you can use up one and let me let you go."

After Xue Jingying finished speaking, there was silence in the torture room. The silence was so long that Xue Jingying thought he was unconscious, but suddenly heard a mocking laugh from him.

The man didn't lift his head, and said in an interfering and hoarse voice: "Do you think this deity will still believe you?"

Xue Jingying's hand holding the whip tightened for an instant. His face was as black as carbon, and he was so angry that he could hardly hold the whip. He was about to say something in anger when he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach.

He curled up slightly due to the pain in his stomach, and after a while, he slowly stood up straight. He held his stomach, and his brows were unconsciously tightened. When he was in pain and anger, he looked at the person hanging on the wall, but I don't know what's wrong with me.

Obviously he has the upper hand, obviously he controls everything, but now he feels an inexplicable anger in his heart, so angry that he has nowhere to pour it out, but he still doesn't know where this unhappiness comes from?

Xue Jingying only felt that she didn't want to see him again, so he stood up straight, handed the whip to Fu Jiu, who had been standing behind her with her head bowed and silent, and said to him, "Go, you Go and ask him, if he doesn't say anything, you will put him in the dungeon, I'm tired today, I'm going back."

Saying that, he didn't care about Fu Jiu's reaction, didn't take the cloak, and went out angrily.

Fu Jiu looked at the people hanging on the wall, digested what he had just heard and what happened in the other garden before, and understood something in an instant. Looking at the whip in his hand, he couldn't guess what the leader just said. True or false.

He looked at the whip, but couldn't make a decision. After thinking about it, he called the guards outside and ordered: "The leader is tired today, put this person in the dungeon and put him in jail."

"Yes!" The two guards responded.

Fu Jiu handed them the whip, and got up and left the torture room.

The author has something to say: I have enough words for this list, I will take a day off tomorrow, see you on Thursday