"I am a thief. Why should you suffer when I am tortured like this? You'd better tell me!"
"It's your grandfather's. You said it yourself just now. I'm being used. Since I'm being used, I naturally don't know anything. So what do you want me to say? By the way, I have a secret that I can tell you.
I had an affair with your mother..."
"Keep fighting!"
"Crackling"
The kind of leather whip inlaid with barbs and soaked in salt water fell crazily on Murong Xiaotian's body.
As soon as the whip was struck, the skin and flesh were forcibly removed by the barbs, and the salt water soaked in the whip entered the wound. You can imagine the pain.
"Should we say it or not?"
"Fuck you, I don't know anything, what do you want me to say?"
"Then hand over the letter!"
"Okay, okay, I'll hand it over!"
Beads of sweat rolled down Murong Xiaotian's forehead. The pain seemed to have made him completely collapse and surrender.
"stop!"
Lu Fang waved his hand and ordered the two NPC prison guards in the torture room to stop.
The young man with the folding fan and the half-hidden face were stunned and looked at each other, looking a little disappointed.
"Look, didn't you bring this upon yourself? Why did you need to suffer this if you said so earlier?" Lu Fang's eyes were filled with strong sarcasm.
"Can you? Get something to eat first? I'm out of energy and can't remember where I put the letter!"
"Forehead!"
Murong Xiaotian's answer surprised Lu Fang, but he was only slightly stunned before turning his gaze to the NPC cell leader: "Go and get him some food!"
"I still want wine, because without wine I can't think of anything!"
Murong Xiaotian knew that at this moment, his life was hanging by a thread. Once he handed over the blank envelope, it would mean that he had failed the assessment. No matter how embarrassing the situation was, the 'Yeying Organization' would never dare to use him.
Then, the 'Yeying Organization' will definitely not let him, Murong Xiaotian, leave here alive.
You understand, what is fake is fake, just let me go. I am a thief. Once what happened today is leaked by him and spread to the ears of the real high-level officials of the Chinese government, the consequences will be disastrous.
Obviously, Murong Xiaotian had already caught the murderous intention from the eyes of the man with the folding fan and the half-covered face quietly looking at each other.
Of course, what's so scary about death? Why not just drop down a level?
However, I am afraid that this death means that I am completely eliminated from the main plot dispute between the NPC government forces in the Chinese mainland system and the forces of the 'Ye Shadow Organization'.
Along with this, all his missions involved in this struggle for hegemony will be judged as failures.
The five words "I am a thief" will be completely erased from the memory of the relevant NPC. As a thief, I will no longer have any authority to intervene in this main plot story.
However, Murong Xiaotian was very relieved. No one would dare to kill him until he saw the blank letter.
Soon, the food was brought, and as Murong Xiaotian wished, he brought a bottle of wine.
After being put down from the torture device, Murong Xiaotian slowly drank wine.
"I said, can you hurry up!" Lu Fang was a little impatient.
"Why don't you put on this 'clothes of confinement' and get beaten to pieces?" Murong Xiaotian replied disdainfully, but ate even slower.
"You..." Lu Fang got angry.
"Don't worry, let him eat slowly!" The folding fan man stretched out his fan to suppress Lu Fang's anger.
How could Murong Xiaotian not know what that means? Anyway, once Xin takes action, he will die. This will be his last supper.
Finally, Murong Xiaotian finished eating, touched his belly, burped, stretched out his hand, and said, "Bring it here!"
"Bring it? What to bring?" Lu Fang was stunned for a moment in confusion.
The man with the folding fan and the half-hidden face were also stunned, quite surprised, wondering what kind of medicine Murong Xiaotian was selling in the gourd.
"You idiot! Paper and pen!" Murong Xiaotian cast a look of contempt.
"Paper and pen? What do you want those things for?" Lu Fang was even more puzzled.
"Fuck, don't you want a letter? I'll write it for you. I'll write you as many letters as you want. I guarantee that I'll write them exactly as you want, and I'll write them to your satisfaction," Murong Xiaotian said.
Laughing wildly.
"Little bastard, you dare to play tricks on me?" Lu Fang was furious and kicked out Murong Xiaotian with a "bump" sound.
The man with the folding fan and the man with half-hidden face looked at each other again, both of them were a little bit dumbfounded, but in their eyes, a hint of excitement quietly flashed, and it disappeared in a flash.
"Hahaha..." Even after being kicked to the ground, Murong Xiaotian still laughed arrogantly: "What the fuck, I don't have any faith at all. I won't change, how can I get it? I'm fine with you.
I want to write it to you, why don’t you fucking want to? Bastards, what else do you want? Come on, kill me now if you have the guts! Anyway, I have eaten and drank enough, and I am not afraid of starving to death.
ghost!"
"Want to die? Want to die if you don't hand over the letter? It's not that easy. I want to see how hard you little bastard is!" Lu Fang walked over, picked up Murong Xiaotian, and dragged him to the torture device.
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"That's enough, that's it!" the folding fan man said.
Then, his eyes turned to his half-covered face: "I think it's okay. Being able to do this is already very good. I'm fully qualified for the position of Holy Lord." But the words changed and he smiled bitterly: "However, like
With a rookie like him, taking on the role of a saint is really a bit of a headache."
"Not to mention, it's rare to have such a strong-willed person like him. Even I admire him a little. However, I want to see if he can resist my purple demon ice flame," Ban Zhe said
A proud smile on his face.
"Purple Demon Ice Flame? Aren't you? How many people in the world can carry your Purple Demon Ice Flame?" The man with the folding fan was shocked, and then frowned: "Since he has passed the review, it's us.
Is it inappropriate for you to do this as one of our own?"
"Hey, no matter what, he's not there yet. I just want to see how hard this guy's bones are! This has nothing to do with the assessment, so it's okay, right?"
He smiled sinisterly with his half-covered face, raised his hand, and an ice blade as blue as the ocean flew out of his hand. The strangest thing was that the blade was burning with purple flames.
To be honest, Murong Xiaotian didn't hear a word of what the man with the folding fan and the half-hidden face said. It was obvious that they had used some kind of invisible soundproof barrier; just by this hand, Murong Xiaotian clearly knew that
There is a huge gap in strength between myself and these two people.
It seems that these two people must be heavyweights in the 'Ye Shadow Organization'.
Although he didn't know what they were talking about, Murong Xiaotian understood that it was definitely related to him. Most probably, he had finished his assessment, right?
So, the next step, is it time to have a face-to-face showdown with myself?
