Can the tail be tickled?

The moss-covered stone wall is mottled with jet-black blood, and the moss absorbs the nutrients of the blood all the year round, showing a strange reddish-brown color.Surrounded by a strong smell of blood, it was like being in a pool of blood, overwhelmingly blocking every part of his body, making it suffocating.

Mo Ziyi's clothes were soaked in blood, the blood dried up, and then stained again, layer upon layer, as if being scrambled and snatched from top to bottom, flowers from the other side of different shades scrambled to climb onto the red clothes.

Blood trickled out of the pores.Zuo Xingzhou's attack was extremely ruthless, and it was clear that Mo Ziyi's inner palace had been tormented beyond recognition, but after wiping off the blood and cleaning his body, there was no trace of wound on the surface.

In front of the execution platform, Zuo Xingzhou sat leisurely on the dragon chair, propping his chin with one hand.

Mo Ziyi's arms were tied with iron chains, and he was firmly nailed to the cross for torture.A puppet broke it hard, and the entire cross collapsed with a loud "boom", and it hit the ground together with Mo Ziyi heavily, splashing dust all over the place.

Immediately afterwards, they lifted Mo Ziyi's lower half high, lifted a wet towel with sharp claws, and pressed it on his face.

The cold water poured little by little on Mo Ziyi's face.

I didn't feel much at first, but gradually, I couldn't breathe, as if I was in the bottom of the sea, and the nasal cavity was continuously poured into the seawater, blocking all possible ways to breathe air, unable to enter or exit.The feeling of suffocation and drowning wrapped around her body, and she couldn't break free.

But this kind of breathing can't be taken away, but it won't really deprive him of his life, it just keeps him struggling on the verge of dying, excruciating pain.

Zuo Xingzhou waved his hand, and the puppets immediately removed the towels covering Mo Ziyi's face, and poured air into the intake pipe, and Mo Ziyi coughed a few times.

Zuo Xingzhou said slowly: "If you beg for mercy, maybe I can make you suffer less?"

Mo Ziyi glanced at him coldly: "Dream."

Having heard such an answer many times today, Zuo Xingzhou felt very bored, shook his head, and motioned for the puppets to continue.

The feeling of suffocation came back again.

Every time, when Mo Ziyi was about to lose consciousness, the towel would be loosened, and the long-lost air awakened his consciousness, forcing him to regain clarity at that moment.

Zuo Xingzhou stood up, patted Mo Ziyi's face forcefully, pinched his chin, and forced him to raise his head.

"Do you need to be so stubborn?"

Zuo Xingzhou, who had been seen through his true colors, completely took off the disguise of the Wenrun King, and his eyes were sultry, with dark flames, full of unkind pleasure: "The last time, I really don't plan to Beg me for forgiveness?"

Mo Ziyi still gave the same answer: "Dream."

"Stubborn." Zuo Xingzhou completely lost his patience, he grabbed Mo Ziyi by the throat, lifted him up, and the iron chain jingled.

Zuo Xingzhou looked down at Mo Ziyi and sneered, "I heard that you like Master Ye very much?"

"From the previous life to this life?"

Enduring all kinds of criminal laws and all kinds of pain, even if it took his life, Mo Ziyi didn't even frown, but when Zuo Xingzhou mentioned Ye Wuhui's name, his heart seemed to be caught by an invisible He squeezed his hand hard, and all his thoughts were seized, making him unable to control himself.

"Sect Master Ye Shao also has the same deep affection for you." The five fingers suddenly clenched, "It is clear that you have been smeared by me into that disgusting look, but he still believes in you unconditionally, the only one who raised objections in the Fumo Conference Yes, it's him!!"

Zuo Xingzhou's eyes darkened: "It's really... touching."

Mo Ziyi struggled to squeeze out a few words from his throat: "What are you...what are you going to do to him! I am the only one who hinders you from the beginning to the end...!!"

Zuo Xingzhou smiled maliciously: "Hahahaha, are you nervous? I can tell the difference, so naturally I won't do anything to him. But you should know that I have encountered some troubles recently."

"The Awag tribe has threatened the frontier and forced Zuo'er to marry their khan. How can I be willing to let my Zuo'er go to that kind of borderland to suffer? But if I don't agree, what will happen to the people on the frontier? "

"So, the only way to prevent Zuo'er from getting married, and to send troops to capture it, is only one—"

"That is to let Zuo'er get married within a few days. But the marriage partner can't be casual, strength and background are indispensable, just like..."

Zuo Xingzhou paused.He lowered his head, his facial features were buried in a shadow, only the corners of his mouth could be seen upwards, evoking a sinister and vicious smile.

"A figure like the young suzerain of Qing Yanzong."

Mo Ziyi's heart trembled violently.

"you......"

Every time Zuo Xingzhou said something, Mo Ziyi's face turned pale, his lips began to tremble uncontrollably, coupled with his neck being strangled, in the end he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Hahahahaha!!" Zuo Xingzhou was very satisfied with Mo Ziyi's astonished and painful expression, he let go of his hand suddenly, threw him to the ground, stepped on his chest, and twisted it left and right , stepped on him until he coughed up a mouthful of blood, grabbed his collar again, and said viciously: "Mo Ziyi, I want you to lose everything too."

......

Ye Wuhui almost didn't stop, and rushed to the imperial city overnight.

He knew in his heart that it was impossible for the news of "Traiding into the Imperial City without authorization" to spread so quickly. The only possibility for it to reach his ears was that someone deliberately revealed it, intending to lure him to the Imperial City.

Outside the imperial city, an elderly palace official waited for a long time. He stopped Ye Wuhui, saluted respectfully, and said, "Sect Master Ye Shao, the Emperor Weiyang Palace has feelings."

In Weiyang Palace, the fragrance of tea is overflowing, with a blend of thick and light, the aroma is pure and refreshing.

Without thinking, the person who led him to the imperial city was Zuo Xingzhou who appeared in front of him at this moment.

Ye Wuhui held up Qingyu, a cold glow suddenly appeared in his eyes, the temperature dropped suddenly, and frost slowly floated on the ornaments in Weiyang Palace.

"Where is Ziyi?" Ye Wuhui asked coldly.

Zuo Xingzhou will sit beside the coffee table in a leisurely manner, put the awakened tea leaves into the teapot, and brew them with boiling water. The leisurely tea aroma will float out from the spout along with the dense water vapor, elegant, slow and long-lasting.

Zuo Xingzhou poured a cup of tea for Ye Wuhui from the sea of ​​tea, nodded, and signaled Ye Wuhui to sit opposite him.

"Don't worry, young master, you were not like this in your previous life."

Ye Wuhui's pupils shrank suddenly: "It really is you."

"It's me." Zuo Xingzhou didn't deny it, "It was me who raised puppets, invaded the fairy gate, and caused harm to the world, and captured Mo Ziyi."

He held up the teacup, blowing on the cooling air, and took a sip of the tea, "But today, I didn't come to you to talk to you about this."

"I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Zuo Xingzhou didn't care whether Ye Wuhui was listening or not, and continued: "My Zuo'er is being forced into marriage recently, and was tied up by the Awag people a few days ago. The young suzerain must have heard about it." Bar."

Ye Wuhui said in a cold voice: "What does the matter of the royal family have to do with me?"

"Naturally it is related. I hope that the young master can marry Zuo'er. With your strength and status, and in the name of Qing Yanzong, whether it is refusing marriage or sending troops, you can stop Youyou's mouth."

"Zuo'er is definitely willing, she likes the Young Sovereign so much."

Ye Wuhui refused coldly: "Forgive me for being incompetent."

"No, no, no." Zuo Xingzhou shook his head, "Young Sect Master, you won't refuse, come, have a look at this."

A piece of talisman paper was pasted on the coffee table, projecting an image in the void.

It was Mo Ziyi.

He was imprisoned in a dirty corner of the shelter, his wrists and ankles were locked with iron chains, his whole body was hung on a torture rack, and a three-inch long iron needle was inserted into his celestial cap.

At the same time, a few puppets beside Mo Ziyi were holding silver needles, piercing his body one by one, piercing the skin, the whole root was submerged in the blood vessel, and finally turned into a small prick on the skin. Small red dots.

It was like being bitten by countless ants and insects. All the pain gathered at this point and was transmitted into the body. With the beating of the heart, it finally exploded and spread throughout the body.

Mo Ziyi bit his lips tightly, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead, enduring the pain alone, without even groaning.

Zuo Xingzhou filled up the tea for Ye Wuhui: "Now, you can think about it carefully."

"You!!" Qingyu unsheathed instantly, raising ice and snow all over the hall, spiritual power swept in like a tsunami, sword light flowed, like lightning and thunder, with an aura that was contrary to the calmness of the past, roaring angrily , heading towards Zuo Xingzhou fiercely.

"Young Sect Master, this is because you don't know how to praise."

Zuo Xingzhou frowned, facing Ye Wuhui's sword energy fearlessly, he smashed down the white jade teacup heavily, and the tea spilled all over the floor.

The puppet in the image seemed to have heard such a sound, and pressed down the iron needle pierced on the Tianling Cap with all his strength.

As if piercing to the bone, Mo Ziyi's body trembled suddenly from the unstoppable pain.

His complexion turned pale in an instant, but he still stubbornly swallowed the scream in his throat, but bit his lip harder, and a bright red slowly flowed down the corner of his lip...

The image disappears.

The tip of Qing Yu's sword stopped at a short distance from Zuo Xingzhou's forehead.

Ye Wuhui stopped his movements suddenly, with uncontrollable anger flashing in his eyes.

Zuo Xingzhou removed the tip of the sword, walked behind Ye Wuhui, tore up the talisman paper, and said casually: "If the young master agrees, Mo Ziyi will be safe and sound after marriage."

"And if you refuse..." Two fingers picked up the shards of the white jade teacup, and slid across the ground. The white jade rubbed against the bluestone, splashing a small fire, bringing an ear-piercing sound.

And Zuo Xingzhou's voice was even harsher: "I don't guarantee that my group of children will accidentally stick that iron needle into his skull, or they want to have another companion.

The wrist suddenly lost strength, and Qingyu fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Under the sleeve robe, Ye Wuhui clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug into the flesh and blood, the dark red blood flowed from the tiger's mouth, dripping on Qingyu, the scorching blood melted away the scar that covered the sword. layer of ice.

A hoarse voice came out of his throat, each word stopped, full of anger, and he had to suppress it with all his strength.

These few words seem to be pulled out of the throat with all the strength, it is heart-wrenching, it is disgusting.

Ye Wuhui said: "I, agree, agree."