Mingyue teaches.
"Dafa protector, that prisoner refused to eat!" A young man in a white cloak came to report.
"Unwilling to eat?" He smiled sinisterly: "Then you won't teach him how to open his mouth. Do you still need to ask me about this kind of thing?" The voice suddenly became angry.
"Yes, but—"
"If you have something to say quickly, if you have a fart, let it go! Don't waste my time here!" The person who was called the second guardian turned around quickly.
This person has a very strange appearance, with a full face, hanging eyes, a crooked nose, and disheveled hair. He is about fifty years old, and he is just a ghost.
"However, the leader has confessed to be careful and not to use lynching!"
"You mean that little boy Yu Chen?" He smiled sharply: "I didn't know where that boy was when Mingyue Sect began to take power? Even the previous leader called me brothers and sisters, and I will still I'm afraid of him, that little boy, just do as I say!"
"Yes! Subordinates retire!"
"Hey! Want to fight with me! You won't be my opponent in another ten years!" After speaking, he burst into laughter.
Gradually I felt a burst of cold air constantly invading my body, and the smell of rotting corpses was tormenting my sense of smell. I don't know how many times I woke up.
"Hey! Boy! You'd better be behaved and eat the meal, or else—" A cell boss grabbed the bullwhip in his hand: "You will be the one who suffers!"
"Bah!" Although my head was still a little dizzy, I still spit on his face angrily when I heard him say something: "I would rather starve to death than eat your dirty rice!"
The old man glared at me fiercely and wiped his face with his sleeve, full of swear words: "Damn, you dare to spit me, I didn't beat you to death today, I just stayed here for three times. ten years!"
As he said, he raised the bullwhip in his hand and slammed into my body fiercely, painful every time.
"You will get retribution!" I reluctantly yelled at him.
"Retribution? Haha—I would stop doing this if I was afraid of retribution!"
The pain of the whip falling on the flesh made me want to slam my head against the wall and bit my lip fiercely. Even though it was already bloody and bloody, Chu Mengfan really wouldn't come this time.
"Stop!" A familiar voice came from a distance in a trance.
The cell head's face changed when he heard the sound, his hand trembling, he couldn't even hold the whip, and fell to the ground with a snap.
After a while, the person appeared in front of me, dressed in white, covered with a thin layer of purple sand, and a bun was pulled up between his hair. I strongly told myself that I had admitted the wrong person, he was not Yuchen , It just looks a lot like him.
With a biting chill in his eyes, he glanced at me coldly. I didn't know what to ask, but I dropped my head in fear.
"Who told you to torture him?" Words mercilessly.
"Thank you back to the leader, yes, yes, great guardian!" The cell boss replied tremblingly.
"Great protector? You listen to the protector's words so much!"
"Subordinates dare not! It's just—"
"Come here! Drag him down for me!" Without allowing the cell boss to finish speaking, a few black masked men had already entered the cell and sent the cell boss out, leaving a series of begging for mercy.
Unprecedented silence. Since I came here, I have never been so quiet. I felt a faint sound of footsteps gradually approaching me, and slowly squatted down, my eyes fixed on my feet.
A rusty nail pierced through the foot fiercely, and the blood has been solidified for a long time.
Seeing him stretch out his hand and gently brush the wound, he suddenly had a bad feeling: "No!" I almost blurted out.