In the gloomy dungeon, the psychic Dharma King, who had not been seen for many days, was lying on the cold ground, almost exhausted. For more than 20 days, no one gave him food and he could only drink water to survive. Even though he had extraordinary powers,
I can't stand it either.
Nowadays, he is extremely thin. According to visual inspection, he has lost at least thirty kilograms. His originally rosy face has become dull and has countless wrinkles. He seems to be twenty years older than before.
He was so thin that he looked so big. He struggled to climb in front of the iron fence, put his hands on it, and begged feebly, "I want to eat... take pity on me... give me some food?"
Who could believe that the ragged man in front of him who looked like a beggar was actually the majestic psychic king before. He was usually like a lion, but now he was like a mangy dog.
The guard's eyes flashed with hatred, and he cursed: "Go away, without the instructions of the chief sect master, you will never get anything to eat in your life, and you will starve to death."
As the saying goes, "When people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads." Since he doesn't want to die like this, he can only choose to surrender. The psychic king said helplessly: "Hurry up and let Ximen Lang come over... You tell him, I surrender.
I'm...I'm completely convinced. He can do whatever he wants me to do, even if he kills me...just let me have a full meal before I die..."
With a "clang", the iron door was pushed open, and hearty laughter came, "Haha, King of Psychics, if you had known this, why did you do it in the first place, making you look like a ghost or a ghost now..."
After the laughter, Ximen Lang, who was tall and tall, walked over surrounded by people. When he got close, he stopped and looked at the poor guy inside.
There is a rose standing next to him. He is wearing a long light gray windbreaker on his fiery body. He is holding a crocodile leather handbag in his right hand. He looks like he has a unique androgynous temperament.
In other words, a beautiful woman like Rose looks good in anything she wears. Even if she is naked and wearing a sack, she can still make people fascinated. Of course, it will look better if she wears nothing at all.
Weakly, he raised his head and saw that it was him. He said hurriedly: "Ximen Lang, it was my fault. Give me something to eat... As long as I am full, I will do anything..."
Ximen Lang smiled proudly, "Okay, now I'll give you two choices. First, you completely surrender to me and work for me unconditionally from now on. Second, you continue to be stubborn and starve to death."
"I...I am willing to surrender, as long as you give me something to eat..." A little hope flashed in the eyes of the psychic king. Yes, when he was about to starve to death, there was no condition he could not agree to.
Ximen Lang showed a proud smile on his face, waved his hand and said: "Open the door and remove this guy's handcuffs and shackles."
The guard behind agreed, took out the key and stepped forward, scolding: "Move back, I'm going to open the door."
The King of Psychics stepped back, and the guard opened the iron door of the cell, stepped in, squatted down, removed the shackles on the prisoner, and stood aside.
The stench in the prison cell was overwhelming. Ximen Lang frowned and thought, what kind of person would become a human being and a ghost if he stayed here for a while. He stretched out his hand and said, "Rose, give me the medicine?"
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Rose opened her crocodile leather handbag, took out a small porcelain bottle from it, and opened the cork of the bottle. In an instant, a fishy smell emerged around her. She poured out a dark brown pill, picked it up with orchid fingers, and said with a smile: "Tong
King Lingfa, we Ming people do not do secret things. Let me tell you clearly first. This is my latest refined Hundred Poison Pill.
There is a medicine to suppress it. If you take it, it will not attack immediately. It will take a hundred days for the poison to take effect, and your whole body will erode and die. You are a vicious and ruthless guy. It will be difficult to control it after you regain your strength. Therefore, you only have to
Only after you take this Hundred Poison Pill will we believe that you have truly surrendered, and then we will give you something to eat."
Damn it, these two little cubs are so thoughtful, they are comparable to little foxes. The psychic king secretly cursed in his heart, but he did not dare to make a mistake. After being hungry for so many days, he only had half a life left, and the master of Huamen
Ruyun, the young man and woman in front of him alone are top-notch masters, and it is impossible for him to fight against them now.
Ximen Lang took the pill in his hand and added: "Of course, this Hundred Poison Pill also has an antidote. As long as you obey my orders, I will give you the antidote regularly in the future to control the poison you have.
On the other hand, if you dare to offend me, you will be dead. What do you think, are you willing to take this pill?"
The psychic king secretly resented it. He knew in his heart that if he took this pill, he would be controlled for life and become a slave of others. However, if he did not do this, he would starve to death. Thinking of the life he has lived these days, it would be worse than death.
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Son, he felt frightened for a while, and sighed, forget it, a good man will not suffer the immediate loss, just take the pill first, and then make plans later. Thinking of this, the psychic Dharma King said helplessly: "I am willing to be a slave.
Give poison..."
Ximen Lang said unceremoniously: "Okay, open your mouth."
As soon as the psychic king opened his mouth, Ximen Lang flicked his finger and the pill shot out quickly, landing right in the other person's mouth.
Ximenlang squatted down, pinched the psychic king and his Adam's apple with his hands, forcing him to swallow the pills involuntarily. Then, a smile appeared on his face, "Very good, from now on, you will be my slave."
After taking the pill, the psychic king felt very uncomfortable, as if there were countless small bugs crawling back and forth in his stomach. However, at this point, he could only feel erect and unable to fight any more. He couldn't wait to shout: "Eat"
,Give me something to eat..."
Ximen Lang said: "Don't worry, you will definitely have to eat. However, you haven't eaten for a long time. We can't let you eat too much or be too full for the time being. We have to take it step by step. This is also for your own good. Drink a bowl of water first."
Porridge bar."
As the saying goes, after three years of fighting a bachelor, an old sow can compete with an immortal. After being hungry for a long time, porridge has become a luxury product in the eyes of the psychic king. "It's OK... porridge is OK..."
Ximen Lang ordered: "Come here, bring him a bowl of cold porridge."
"yes."
The guard next to him hurriedly turned around and left in a hurry. The psychic king was waiting with eager eyes. Time seemed to pass so slowly, but it was only more than ten minutes, which seemed as long as a year in his eyes.
Finally, the guard came in with a bowl of rice porridge. The psychic king's eyes suddenly lit up. He was too weak to stand up, and he used all his strength to stagger to his feet. He grabbed the bowl of porridge with trembling hands and leaned against the iron fence.
Go up, open your big mouth, raise your head and pour the gruel into your mouth...
In less than a minute, the porridge in the bowl entered the belly of the psychic king. He stuck out his tongue and licked the inside of the bowl clean, as if it had been washed...