It would be easy for Fourth Master Leng and the others to control the city palace when Yan Zhiyu had no external aid.
Before the large team set off, the princess had already sent people to Fengdu City, infiltrated everywhere, especially the city guards and soldiers, and put a slow poison in the food. She calculated the portions to ensure that the poison would be released today. .
At least tomorrow, Yan Zhiyu will not wait for someone to come to rescue him. It will take at least two days to metabolize the poison. During these two days, they will have severe diarrhea and their whole bodies will be weak. Even if they know that the city palace is in trouble, they cannot move forward. Come to Xiang to help.
By the time they regained their strength, Yan Zhiyu would have been dead long ago.
Prince Anfeng and Fourth Master took control of the city palace, controlled Yan Zhiyu and his wife, tied them up, and stopped their bleeding.
Yan Zhiyu has had a high self-esteem in recent years. This is because Fengdu City is rich and he can buy many people with money and has been praised by all parties. The reason why he has never been defeated is because he has not really made enemies of others. The surrounding bandits and the size of small tribes It's too small. He can take it not because he has the ability, but because the enemy is too weak.
Compared with the people in the imperial court, he was like an untrained bandit, vulnerable.
The Fourth Master ordered people to tie them both up and tie them up in the main hall.
Yan Zhiyu saw the ruins and debris all over the ground, and felt angry in his heart.
It was his birthday, and it was his own son who hurt him.
This was unacceptable to Yan Zhiyu, especially since there were so many masters present today.
She had almost never had a fierce battle, and she was really unwilling to end up like this! The fourth master helped Leng Fengqing to come to the front of the couple. Leng Fengqing was condescending and looked at their embarrassed and unwilling look. She was both angry and angry. Sadly, if you kill them, your great revenge will be avenged, and you can comfort the souls of the family.
But how could she let them die so easily?
"What do you want?"
Yan Zhiyu looked at Leng Fengqing and asked angrily.
"I miss you to death!"
Leng Fengqing stared at him, the hatred in her eyes kept boiling, and she wanted to eat the person in front of her alive.
Yan Zhiyu was wearing a yellow brocade dress, which was tightly tied up with ropes, like a giant python being tied up, showing a twisted and ferocious look. He sneered, "If that's the case, you can kill if you want, why bother to be mysterious?"
Do you think I'm afraid of death?
Do you think I will beg for mercy?
Don’t even think about it! Thirty-six years have passed and I, Yan Zhiyu, have enjoyed all kinds of blessings. Even if I die, I will have no regrets!”
Su Rushuang also burst out laughing, "I've long been tired of living, I've wanted to die for a long time, come and kill me! Leng Fengqing, I've been waiting for your ghost to come back and claim my life. I've been waiting for thirty It’s been six years, please kill me.”
After she finished shouting, she smiled strangely at Yan Zhiyu, her smile was like an evil ghost, "After all, it's me who will accompany you to death. Even though you have disliked me for thirty years, in the end, we still have to die together." "
Yan Zhiyu's eyes were cold, "Shut up!"
Su Rushuang didn't shut up, but laughed even more crazily, with blood oozing from her eyes, which was unspeakably terrifying, "Hahaha, cousin, I feel so happy. I feel so happy to have you accompany me to death." ah!"
Leng Fengqing looked at her with compassion, "Su Rushuang, you can't die. You have the power of the spirit stone in your body. The spirit stone will imprison your soul and consciousness in your body. Even if I kill you, you will not die." Will not die.
You can only watch your body slowly rot and grow maggots. You will not die until all the power of the spirit stone disappears. Therefore, I will not kill you. You can slowly enjoy the pain and suffering for the rest of your life."
"No!"
Su Rushuang shouted excitedly and struggled with all her strength. The chair was dragged to the ground by her. She tried to kick Leng Fengqing with her feet, but her knees were tied up and she couldn't exert any strength at all, as if she was waiting to be slaughtered.
The chicken was thrashing about wildly, "Leng Fengqing, you are from the Tianshu family, you can kill me, you kill me..." She howled like a pig, but no one paid attention to her.
Yan Zhiyu laughed gloomily, still looking directly at Leng Fengqing, "Thank you for not letting this poisonous woman die with me."
Leng Fengqing sat up slowly, put her hands on the armrests of the chair, looked at Yan Zhiyu, and said coldly: "Although I want to kill you, I won't kill you for the time being. After a person dies, he has no consciousness. It's too cheap.
is you.
If I let you die like this, I don't think hundreds of dead souls from this family would agree! Yan Zhiyu, I want you to suffer so much that you can neither survive nor die!"
Yan Zhiyu's head was throbbing with veins, but he still pretended to be calm, "Do you think I'm afraid?
If I’m not even afraid of death, what else should I be afraid of?”
"You'll be scared!"
Leng Fengqing turned back, looked at Fourth Master, and gently held his wrist, "When I came here, I heard someone from Lenglangmen say that there is a person in Lenglangmen who knows the cruelest punishment in the world, right?
Really?" Fourth Master said softly: "Of course it's true, his name is Ruitian, and he came out of werewolf bones."
"I really want to see if he can handle it.
"Leng Fengqing said.
Fourth Master solemnly ordered, "Destroy the sky!"
Ruin Tian slowly stepped out of the queue, "Fourth Master, please give me your orders!"
The Fourth Master looked at Yan Zhiyu and saw his pretended calm eyes falling apart inch by inch. Even his body couldn't help but tremble. He was very satisfied and said calmly: "Work!"
Yan Zhiyu suddenly yelled, "I am your father, if you dare to attack me, you will be punished by heaven and earth."
Hearing this, Leng Fengqing hesitated for a moment and looked at Fourth Master.
Fourth Master held her hand and said: "My father is Prince Anfeng who raised me."
Leng Fengqing breathed a sigh of relief, "If he only harmed me, I could still let him go for your sake, but he killed hundreds of members of my family, and I can't forgive him."
"Leng Fengqing, when did you become so vicious?
If you want to kill, kill them. I killed people from your Tianshu family, but I didn't torture them. If you kill me, give me a happy life!"
Yan Zhiyu was furious, and after several struggles, the wound was opened, and blood flowed out from his abdomen. When Ruitian approached, the fear in his eyes deepened. Ruitian came out of the werewolf bones, and his whole body was filled with the smell of blood, which made him unable to bear it.
Heart flutter.
"Leng Si," Princess Anfeng called Fourth Master Leng before ruining the sky, "I'm here with your mother, you go out first!"
The fourth master looked at the princess, "No..." The princess frowned, "Get out!"
The fourth master would not disobey his master's orders. He glanced at Leng Fengqing and told Ruitian, "Don't let him die!"
After saying that, he turned around and went out.
He understood what the master meant. After all, he was the biological father and it was best for him not to be present. The master did not believe in evil, but she would always be somewhat taboo about matters related to him.
Ruinian took the sword and cut off Yan Zhiyu's hand tendons and hamstrings with a few strokes. A long steel needle pierced Yan Zhiyu's spine. Yan Zhiyu screamed a few times and collapsed on the ground, trembling all over, but still unruly.
Sneered, "That's it?
So what if my martial arts are abolished?
I am not afraid of death, but am I afraid that you will destroy my martial arts?"
Duitian bent down, holding a steel needle in his hand and approached him, smiling sternly, "We haven't started yet, what is City Lord Yan so anxious about?"
The muscles on Yan Zhiyu's face trembled, and he stared at Ruitian. No matter how hard he spoke, he was still afraid in his heart. He was so afraid that his lips lost color and his teeth kept chattering.
Duitian held a steel needle and injected several painful acupuncture points on his body. Yan Zhiyu's hand and leg tendons were severed, and his waist could not move. The pain hit him. He didn't even have the strength to struggle, and could only let out a shrill scream.
Call.
Ruitian sprinkled a light blue powder into the pricked acupuncture point, a powder that made people feel extremely itchy. The pain and itching were mixed together. Yan Zhiyu couldn't scratch it even if he wanted to, and endured the heartbreaking pain and pain.
The itching that scratched his heart and lungs caused him to squirm like a worm, feeling extremely miserable and miserable.