Siye Leng and the others had no foreign aid in Yan Zhiyu, it was easy for them to control the city palace.
Before the large team started, the princess had already sent people to Fengdu City and sneaked into various places, especially the guards and army in the city. The slow poison was put in the food, and the weight was calculated to ensure that the poison would only happen today. .
At least until tomorrow, Yan Zhiyu will not wait for someone to save him. It takes at least two days for the toxicity to be completely metabolized. In these two days, they will suffer a lot of diarrhea, and their whole body will be weak and weak, even if they know that the palace is in trouble, they can’t move forward. Come to help.
When they regained their vitality, Yan Zhiyu would have died long ago.
Prince Anfeng and Si Ye controlled the city palace, controlled the Yan Zhiyu and his wife, tied them up, and stopped the bleeding.
Yan Zhiyu has a high self-esteem over the years. This is because Fengdu City is wealthy. He can buy many people with money and is touted by all parties. He has never failed miserably because he has not really made enemies. The surrounding gangsters and small tribes are large. Too small, he can win not because he has the ability, but the enemy is too weak.
Compared with people in the court, he is like an untrained bandit, vulnerable to a blow.
Si Ye ordered the two of them to be tied up in the main hall. Yan Zhiyu looked at the scraps all over the floor, with anger in his heart. It was his birthday, and it was his son who hurt him.
This made Yan Zhiyu unacceptable, especially, there are still so many masters present today. There has hardly been a fierce battle before, and I ended up like this, really unwilling!
The Fourth Master helped Leng Fengqing to come to their couple. Leng Fengqing was condescending and looked at their embarrassed and unwilling look. She was both angry and sorrowful. When she killed them, she was avenged in revenge, which can comfort the family. Of the dead.
But how could she allow them to die so easily
"What do you want?" Yan Zhiyu looked at Leng Fengqing and asked angrily.
"I want you to die!" Leng Fengqing stared at him, the hatred in his eyes kept surging, wishing to swallow the person before him alive.
Yan Zhiyu's yellow brocade dress was tightly bound by ropes, like a giant python being tied up, showing a twisted and ferocious state. He sneered, "Since this is the case, kill or kill, why bother to be mysterious? You think. Am I afraid of death? Do you think I will beg for mercy? Don't think about it! For thirty-six years, I have enjoyed all the blessings of Yan Zhiyu, even if I die, I have no regrets!"
Su Rushuang also laughed loudly, "I'm tired of living a long time ago. I wanted to die a long time ago. Come and kill me! Leng Fengqing, I've been waiting for your ghost to come back and kill me. I waited thirty. It's been six years, you are going to kill me."
After she shouted, she laughed at Yan Zhiyu strangely, smiling like a wicked ghost, "After all, it is me who accompanies you to die. You have hated 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 crazily. There was bleeding in his eyes, and he was unspeakable, "Hahaha, cousin, it's so happy in my heart. I'm so happy to have you die with me." what!"
Leng Fengqing looked at her with compassion, "Su Rushuang, you can't die, you have the power of Lingshi in your body. Lingshi will restrain your soul consciousness and stay in your body. Even if I kill you, you will You will not die. You can only watch your body slowly decay and grow maggots, until the power of the spirit stone disappears, you will die, so I will not kill you, you will slowly enjoy the rest of your life in pain Right."
"No!" Su Rushuang yelled excitedly, struggling with all her strength, the chair was dragged to the ground by her, she tried to kick Leng Fengqing with her feet, but was tied to her knees, unable to use her strength at all. It's like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, thumping hard, "Leng Fengqing, you are from a family of heavenly calculations, you can kill me, you kill me..."
She screamed like a pig, but no one paid any attention to her.
Yan Zhiyu smiled gloomily, still looking at Leng Fengqing, "Thank you, don't let this poisonous woman die with me."
Leng Fengqing sat down slowly, put her hands on the armrests of the chair, looked at Yan Zhiyu, and said coldly, "Although I want to kill you, I will not kill you for the time being. After the person dies, I have no sense of anything. It's too cheap. You are. Let you die like this, and even hundreds of dead souls of my celestial family will not agree! Yan Zhiyu, I want you to be tortured, not to survive, to die!
Yan Zhi's balance was bounced with blue veins, but still pretended to be calm, "Do you think I'm afraid? I'm not even afraid of death, what else am I afraid of?"
"You'll be scared!" Leng Fengqing turned her head and looked at Fourth Master, holding his wrist lightly with his hand, "When I was here, I heard from your cold wolf door that there is a person in the cold wolf door who knows the world. The cruelest torture, is it true?"
Fourth Master said softly: "Naturally it is true. His name is Detian, he came from the bones of a werewolf."
"I really want to see if he can bear it." Leng Fengqing said.
The Fourth Master solemnly ordered, "Destroy the sky!"
Ruitian slowly got out of the queue, "Four Lord, please order!"
The Fourth Master looked at Yan Zhiyu, his pretendingly calm eyes fell apart inch by inch, and his body couldn't help shaking. He was very satisfied and said indifferently, "Work!"
Yan Zhiyu suddenly yelled, "I am your father, you dare to attack me and destroy the heavens."
Leng Fengqing heard this, his eyes hesitated for a moment, and he looked at Fourth Master.
Si Ye clung to her hand and said, "My father, only Prince Anfeng who raised me."
Leng Fengqing breathed a sigh of relief, "If he only hurts me, I can still see your face and let him go, but he killed hundreds of people in my family, and I can't forgive him."
"Leng Fengqing, when did you become so vicious? If you want to kill, kill. I killed your celestial family, but I didn't torture them. You killed me and gave me a good time!
Yan Zhiyu was furious. After several struggles, he broke the wound and blood flowed out of his abdomen. When Ruitian approached, the fear deepened in his eyes. The bloody atmosphere of Ruitian coming out of the werewolf bones made him unable to help it. Heart trembling.
"Lengsi," Princess Anfeng called Fourth Master Leng before destroying the sky, "I'm here to accompany your mother, you go out first!"
Fourth Master looked at the princess, "No..."
The princess smiled, "Get out!"
The Fourth Master would not defy the master's order, glanced at Leng Fengqing, and ordered Mutian, "Don't let him die!" After speaking, he turned around and went out.
He knew what the master meant. He had better not be present if it was the biological father. The master didn't believe in evil, but she would always be a little taboo about his affairs.
Ruitian took the sword and broke Yan Zhiyu's hand muscles and hamstrings a few times. A long steel needle pierced Yan Zhiyu's spine. Yan Zhiyu screamed, limp on the ground, trembling all over, but still awkward. Sneered, "That's it? What about abolishing my martial arts? I am not afraid of death, will you be afraid that you abolish my martial arts?"
Ruitian bends over, squeezes a steel needle in his hand and leaned close to him, with a bitter smile, "It hasn't started yet, what's the urgency of City Lord Yan?"
The muscles on Yan Zhiyu's face trembled and he stared at Detian. No matter how hard his mouth was, he was still scared in his heart. His lips were so scared that his teeth were fighting.
Mitian held a steel needle and placed acupuncture on a few painful points on his body. Yan Zhiyu's hand and hamstrings were broken, and his waist couldn't move. The pain struck. He didn't even have the strength to struggle, he could only send out a miserable misery. call.
Ruitian sprinkled a kind of light blue powder in the pierced acupuncture points, a kind of extremely itchy powder. The pain and the itch were mixed together. Yan Zhiyu couldn’t grasp it, and endured the pain of the heart. Scratching his heart and digging his lungs, he could only squirm like a worm, and he was extremely miserable and embarrassed.