Just when Zong Zhenglu's eyes widened, he wondered what Jin Qing meant.
But Jin Qing suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked him off the city wall.
Zong Zhenglu has a strong body, weighing one hundred and ninety pounds.
At this moment, Jin Qing was suddenly kicked off the six-meter-high city wall, and all his strength was concentrated on one point.
His eyes suddenly opened wide, and his hands fluttered unconsciously, as if trying to pull the rope holding him.
Although the pain had not yet occurred, he had already imagined the pain it would bring to him when those things were torn out of his body.
Unexpectedly, just when the rope was stretched straight and he felt some pain, his body was suddenly lifted up.
Perhaps Zong Zhenglu, whose pride as a man was threatened and who had suffered numerous injuries on the battlefield, could not help but burst into tears.
Are you saved?
Unexpectedly, Jin Qing's devilish whisper came to his ears, "Let's do it again."
Zong Zhenglu had heard this voice many times.
When the second prince was alive, he felt that there was a feather in this voice, which made him feel itchy.
Last night, the sound was like beads falling to the ground and broken cloth.
The shrill cry satisfied him to his heart's content.
But now, the voice sounded like a ghost, making him tremble with fear.
For a moment, Zong Zhenglu even wanted to ask Jin Qing to give him a good time.
707 "Host?" Is this still its host?
Jin Qing: "Get out of here, I'm not busy!"
707 instantly breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed the password. He was still online.
It's just that after the upgrade, its host is obviously sicker than before!
After tossing Zong Zhengli several times in a row, Jin Qing finally felt bored.
She once again gave Zong Zhenglu a hint of spiritual energy and waved her hand to Zong Zhenglu, "I'm tired, you can get on your way!"
Then he kicked Zong Zhenglu off the city wall for the last time.<
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After several rounds of torture, Zong Zhenglu's heart was on the verge of collapse.
This time he descended and felt the tearing pain. He even felt a little happy in his heart. He was finally free.
The falling speed was very fast, but in Zong Zhenglu's eyes, everything became slow motion.
There were even replays of his memories from previous decades appearing in his eyes.
Although his body hurt, as long as he landed, everything would be over.
Wait for the next life
Zong Zhenglu closed his eyes and waited quietly for the arrival of the next life.
But just a second before he was about to hit the ground, someone suddenly grabbed his ankle.
The blood continued to spray, but he stayed ten centimeters above the ground.
Zong Zhenglu did not open his eyes, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and quietly seeped into his scalp.
Jin Qing's voice came to my ears again, "Surprisingly, I still have unused golden sore medicine, so I'll use it for you!"
As the severe pain struck, Zongzheng Lu fell into complete despair and couldn't even pray for death.
Seeing this scene that ruined his outlook on life, Song Ankang was so excited that he immediately threw the thing in his hand away.
It turns out that his life is really not painful. People like Zong Zhenglu who can't die are really suffering.
Jin Qing didn't know that she had inadvertently injected chicken blood for Song Ankang, so she returned to Song Ankang carrying Zong Zhenglu, which was like a gourd of blood.
Put the person on the ground and look at it carefully.
Song Ankang kept telling himself in his heart that he must not meddle in others' affairs.
But in the end, he couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart and approached Jin Qing: "What are you going to do with this person?"
Jin Qing shook his head, "I haven't thought about it yet, I have to wait until he wakes up."
Song Ankang's voice was hesitant, "Why do you have to wait for him to wake up?"
Although he knew that Song Ankang might not be able to see it, Jin Qing still gave him a look of disdain, "If he doesn't wake up, who can I show him?"
How can there be such stupid people in the world.
Song Ankang: "Are you an evil ghost that crawled up from the underworld? You actually have to torture the other person while they are awake."
But having said that, if he had this ability, he would probably make his enemies suffer even more.
Thinking of this, Song Ankang suddenly thought of an important question: "Where are your father and the others?"
He still had some accounts to settle, but he didn't know what his attitude was towards the father and son.
Jin Qing picked up the mandible from the side and kept drawing strokes on Zong Zhenglu's face, while still responding to Song Ankang's words, "They are dead."
At the end, I didn’t forget to add, “Can you sew?”
Although she can set bones, needlework is her shortcoming, so she is relatively blank in the area of sewing.
707 ""What gave you the courage to misunderstand yourself so deeply? Is it really Erguotou?
Song Ankang's expression was slightly stunned!
How could he accept that the man who was not reliable at all and dragged him and his mother and aunt into hell was actually dead?
Who will he seek revenge from in the future?
After staying in the cold palace for sixteen years, he had never even seen clearly what that man looked like.
Why did he die suddenly!
Perhaps because his mood was too complicated, Song Ankang asked this question unknowingly.
But Jin Qing replied matter-of-factly, "I accidentally blew up the house. Do you want to avenge them?"
It doesn't matter, if you have any questions, you can just ask, and she can send the donkey down to reunite with Emperor Maoxiang and the others.
Song Ankang heard the danger in Jin Qing's words. He was so alert that all the hairs on his body stood up. "It's okay, I'm just asking casually."
He would not argue with the cheap sister in front of him over a dog father who had no feelings for him.
While the two were chatting, the sky had completely darkened.
Seeing Jin Qing still tinkering with Zong Zhenglu's chin, Song Ankang sighed and resignedly took off a needle with thread from the lapel of his inner coat, "I'll do it."
He lives in a cold palace, surrounded by his former ladies, who know everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting to cooking and celebrity.
Especially Sun Niangniang, who once raised him as a girl.
As time goes by, although I have not mastered embroidery, I can still learn some simple patterns.
Therefore, I often carry needles and thread with me.
Who would have thought that it would actually come in handy today.
Seeing Song Ankang taking over the job, Jin Qing looked calmly into the distance, but her eyes were fixed on Song Ankang: "I want a lightning here, and I want to come here on the other side."
Finally someone is uglier than her.
Song Ankang, who was sewing for the first time in his life, couldn't help but twist his thread, "It's so long, what else do you think you can sew."
Even stitching is not enough.
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked hard at Zong Zhenglu, who was lying on his back. This man had a hairstyle similar to that of the Qing Dynasty.
The hair on the front of the head and on the temples has been shaved, leaving only a piece of long hair the size of an egg on the back of the head, braided and allowed to hang down.
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at that section of hair, then suddenly pressed Zong Zhenglu's head and pulled off the braid, "It's wired now."
The hair was torn off by Jin Qing, and the back of Zong Zhenglu's head was suddenly bloody and bloody.
Zong Zhenglu unexpectedly regained consciousness again, and Jin Qing's voice came to his ears, "It's okay, I have a golden sore medicine."