His eyes were full of fear and pleading, but he opened his mouth for a long time but no sound came out.
Murong Feng looked at the man chained by the black iron and sneered, "Murong Liufeng, what do you think? You still refuse to surrender, and you still want to continue watching your mother being whipped?"
The man on the torture rack opened his mouth wide, trying desperately to make a sound, tears rolling down his cheeks.
However, apart from his distorted face, he didn't make any sound at all.
"Haha, forget it." Murong Feng said dimly, "I originally wanted to get the identity of the Divine Doctor Xi from you, but since you are so ungrateful, I will just pretend that I never had a son like you."
As Murong Feng spoke, a ferocious and sinister expression appeared on his face. He scratched the upper half of the mask on the man's face with one hand, and soon a beautiful face was revealed, but on this face there was a bright red scar.
"Now that our Murong family has the recipe for the Cold Food Pill, the Divine Doctor Xi is no longer important. But you, like your slutty mother, have seduced many people with this face since you were a child, right?"
"In that case, I will send you to Mr. Liao who is beside the Black Protector. He loves to play with handsome men. If he is happy, he will give us some better recipes than the Cold Food Pill. You, the rebellious son, have made a contribution to the Murong family, hahahaha..."
The man tied to the torture rack opened his eyes wide in defeat and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.
Immediately afterwards, his body struggled violently and his mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to roar.
However, apart from the clanging sound of the black iron chains, his throat seemed to be strangled and he could only make a harsh "ah" noise.
His entire face was covered with tears and snot, making him look no longer as proud as usual. Instead, he looked like a lowly coward, sad and pitiful.
Seeing him like this, Murong Feng thought that he was finally afraid of his torture, and became even more proud. He held a pill in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth fiercely, "After swallowing this Huagong Pill, you will not be able to circulate spiritual energy for seven days. Even if you have the cultivation base of the peak of the Golden Core Stage, you can only lie under Mr. Liao and enjoy his pleasure. After seven days, I'm afraid you will have been raped by Mr. Liao's dual cultivation method."
"Haha, Gu Youlan, Murong Liufeng, this is what happens to you two bitches for resisting me!"
After saying that, Murong Feng waved his hand behind him and said coldly: "Lock up this bitch again. As for this beast, you should clean it up and send it to Mr. Liao."
Seeing the violently struggling "Gu Liufeng" being carried away, Murong Feng felt that he had let out the anger in his heart and turned to walk towards the alchemy room.
He has been very busy these days, and has been busy refining the Cold Food Pill.
He had come into contact with the Hanshi Pill a long time ago, and had even fed it to Gu Youlan for more than twenty years.
However, he could only get the finished product of Hanshi Pill in the past, and never thought that their Murong family could also refine it.
The strength of the major families in Yanjing is getting stronger and stronger, especially the newly rising Huangfu family, which has several top Jindan-level masters. However, the Murong family is getting weaker and weaker, with very few Jindan-level warriors. The medicine halls they opened have all been taken over by the Nalan family and Shengde Hall, and the military has no chance to intervene. (To be continued)