"It's okay, it's not like this. You went through a lot of trouble to find me and finally killed me." Feng Qiming looked at Fuling's walking back, with a slight smile on his lips, and followed him.
Mulin had no choice but to follow him quickly with a frown on his face.
"Are you sure you won't tell me?" Xiaoqiu's arrogant voice was heard from a long distance away.
Mulin followed and looked at the surrounding environment. This was obviously an abandoned dungeon.
"Bah, you stinky bitch, you can kill me if you can. You only know these little tricks. Your grandpa and I will not give up easily." The man looked at Xiaoqiu with hatred in his eyes.
His whole body was bruised with blood from the whip, and the ferocity in his eyes was getting bigger and bigger: "It's best not to let me go and kill me, or else when I get out, you stinky bitch, I can't spare you.
Damn you."ωωw..net
When Mu Lin heard this, his eyes subconsciously turned cold and he clenched the knife in his hand.
Snap, there was another crisp sound of the whip: "Really? Let's see if you have this ability? You have a sharp mouth and cheeks, and your mouth is very hard."
After saying that, he was whipped again, and he heard a painful groan. He gritted his teeth tightly. When the pain was over, he still couldn't spare his mouth: "Damn you bitch."
Xiaoqiu was tired from beating him, so she swung the whip to the side, sat down in front of him, and took a sip of tea comfortably: "Auntie, the prisoners I interrogate are all very tough-talking. Who do you think you are?"
"The pain is just a small lesson for you, and the main event is next." Xiaoqiu suddenly looked at him with a sinister look.
With a gentle clap of his hands, a small wooden box was brought in.
"Let's just watch here." Fuling led Feng Qiming into a darkroom, where he could clearly see and hear what happened inside.
"Sit down." Poria sat down first and started making tea.
Without looking there, he made a cup of tea with a series of pleasant movements: "Drink it while it's hot. This Qianshan Snow Tea is extremely precious and good for your wounds."
Feng Qiming looked at the steaming tea in front of him and repeated: "Qianshan Snow Tea."
Then he sat down and took a sip: "It's really good tea. Even my father only gets a little when he pays tribute every year."
Poria cocos is not surprising. Qianshan Snow Tea was brought by Suihe. After drinking other teas from it, I can no longer drink it.
The two of them were not talking, but tilted their heads and looked forward in perfect agreement.
Xiaoqiu gently stroked the box in her hand, with regret in her tone: "It would be a pity to use such a good thing on you."
The man's eyes did not change, and he snorted disdainfully: "Come on, you stinky bitch."
Xiaoqiu smiled at him: "How can I not satisfy you? Since your mouth is so smelly, let's start with your mouth."
After Xiaoqiu finished speaking, she opened the wooden box and took out one small bottle after another: "Give the rest to those people."
He held the vial and waved it in front of the man: "If you give me another chance, do you really not want to say anything? If I take action and force you to say it, the result may not be so good."
Xiaoqiu stepped forward and looked at him. The two of them were facing each other, with each other's figure reflected in their dark eyes: "What a pity."
After saying that, the expression on Xiaoqiu's face changed, and she opened the bottle with lightning speed, and a crystal clear caterpillar crawled out of it.
What kind of poison did the man think it was? When he saw the insect in Dao Xiaoqiu's hand, his expression changed, and he struggled hard and the iron chain crackled: "You bitch, what the hell are you going to do? If you want to kill me, I'll cut it into pieces."