The elders of Zhutou's mother, that is, the elders of Zhutou's grandfather invited me to dinner. Well, I drank some white wine. wWw,QuANbEn-XiAoShUo,cOM
Zhutou actually drinks very little liquor. He has drunk it no more than ten times since he was a child. After a few drinks, he feels a little dizzy!
So, shake your head, and the groggy Zhutou reminds everyone: remember to vote for Zhutou! There are recommendation votes every day! Everyone, please be diligent and log in every day to get recommendation votes!
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In Yingang's disbelieving eyes, countless strands of cyan light as thick as a hair sprayed out from Lin Qi's fingertips, carrying a peaceful aura that made people feel calm, and fell lightly on his body. From his Hundreds of important air pockets in the body are drilled into the body.
Yingang's skin was sore, numb, and itchy, and the pain nerves he had transformed using a secret method were rapidly restored. Wherever the cyan light went, all injuries and abnormalities in Yingang's body were repaired as before. Even the large scars on his body that looked like twisted centipedes were completely removed by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, making his skin smooth and delicate again.
"It's ready now!" Lin Qi rubbed his hands vigorously. He smiled and nodded to the four brothers who were peeling skin and bone and sucking marrow: "Now, it's up to you!"
The four brothers squatted beside Yingang, gently pressed his surprisingly elastic skin, and then showed a satisfied smile. Because Yingang was pressed lightly by them, it was like an ordinary person being hit by dozens of sledgehammers. The pain caused his internal organs to twitch, and the pain caused tears to flow down the corners of his eyes uncontrollably. Rolling down.
The forbidden medicine has begun to exert its powerful effect, and Yingang's body has become extremely sensitive. Even a trace of hair falling on him will have the effect of cutting his skin with a sharp knife. It hurt so much that his soul was about to split.
Lin Qi nodded. He sat back on the high stool, so that Yingang could look at each other with Lin Qi without having to raise his head too hard. Lin Qi looked at Yingang's eyes filled with anger. He chuckled softly and said, "When you can't stand it anymore, just speak up. They are the most skilled punishment masters in the Blood Qin Empire. I don't think there are any creatures in this world that can survive their methods."
In the city of Boreli, various forces are preparing to take action, preparing to pursue the person behind the Hydra token in Iseda's hand.
Wright Chenxi, through Holy Light I, calmly issued an order to summon Mr. Mo to the Hermitage of Mt. At the same time, several other major temples of the church also mobilized a group of high-level clergy with astonishing combat power, secretly sneaked into Bo Laili, and uniformly accepted the command of Wright Chenxi.
Mr. Mo, on the other hand, was still in the manor in the northern suburbs, smiling and personally arranging the food, clothing, housing and transportation for Iris.
Although the terrible enemy successfully directed the spearhead towards himself. But with Yingang cleaning the traces, he didn't have to worry about anything going wrong. Only Mr. Mo knows how powerful Yingang is and how much power he can control Yingang without even realizing it. Probably not born yet.
So after sending Yingang. Mr. Mo put all his attention and care on Yitris, and he carefully arranged every little detail of Yitris' life. Dozens of orders were issued at the same time, and all the intelligence systems of the Yishan Hermitage were transferred to the mobilizing army of the Prince of Beihai. There are also some eyes and ears that have infiltrated Arthur's army and followed their vanguard through a secret channel in the northeastern 'highlands' and embarked on a journey to the Fourth Abyss.
With a kind smile, Mr. Mo gestured an exquisite long dress on Yitris's body: "Dear Yitris, what a coincidence, Arthur's army also went to the fourth abyss. So, father, He will arrange everything for you. All you have to do is follow his army into the Fourth Abyss, find some little mice hiding underground, and kill them all!"
Iris was curiously playing with a cute and plump pet rabbit. When she heard Mr. Mo's instructions, her delicate but lifeless face like a porcelain doll showed a very evil smile. Then a gray halo flashed across her fingertips, and the cute rabbit suddenly exploded into a ball of blood and sprayed out. The blood mist sprayed all over Mr. Mo's body, but there was no blood stain on Eitris's body.
"Oh, hehehe!" Mr. Mo patted Yitris' little head lovingly, and laughed softly: "Cute little guy, my darling! You still can't control your power well? It doesn't matter, you just woke up, this is normal. After a while, you will be able to live like a normal person!"
Gently stroking Yitris' head, Mr. Mo made secret calculations.
The most important thing now is to make those difficult Black Tiger family members disappear forever. Since they were able to escape from the fourth abyss after spatial positioning, it can be seen that their lair is near the place where they escaped. They never dreamed that the church's tentacles, which were equivalent to Mr. Mo's tentacles, had already dived into the fourth abyss, right
When Iris appears in front of the Black Tiger family with the tyrannical force that Mr. Mo has secretly cultivated over the years, everything should be over.
"Where did you get the confidence to embarrass me?" Mr. Mo sighed softly: "I really can't understand, why do you oppose me in the Western Continent? Since you have chosen to become my enemy, then I have only You will be completely destroyed!”
With a relaxed smile, Mr. Mo began to criticize the current leader of the Black Tiger family: "An unwise man. For the sake of a young man in the family, a chess piece that can be given up at any time, he actually chose to be my enemy. A A family that doesn’t know how to exchange interests, a family that rushes in impulsively, a family that thinks force can solve all problems, such a family doesn’t need to continue to exist.”
Realizing that he had laid a plan to deal a fatal blow to the Black Tiger family, Mr. Mo was in a good mood, and he began to plan the arrangements for Iseda.
Iseta is the best carrier for Mr. Mo to test various new secret medicines. Mr. Mo used countless resources and spent countless secret medicines to turn Iseta into a nearly perfect magic weapon with all attributes. The elements are in harmony, so that it can safely withstand all of Mr. Mo's weird secret medicines, no matter how much Mr. Mo tries. These secret medicines will not cause much damage to his body.
For a master-level figure inspired by the gods. Such drug test subjects are rare. Therefore, since Iseda has been involved in the matter of Purple Dragon Bone Bismuth, it is not suitable for him to stay in Borelli.
Perhaps, after making certain adjustments to his appearance. Could he be sent south? Let Iseda sneak into the core of the resistance and become Latus's right-hand man? In this case, if Latus really re-supported Saint Louis XIII and ascended the throne. Then the Lishan Hermitage would still maintain a strong influence on the Emperor of the Gallic Empire.
It's just a change of name and identity.
"That's good, the Black Tiger family helped me make the best choice!" Mr. Mo smiled proudly: "Iseda staying in Bo Laili is just a waste of his talent and learning. Let him go to the south and let him go to the south." He goes to the Resistance, which is the best way.”
Iris looked at Mr. Mo with a little unhappiness. She held up a pair of boots made of fawn leather and pointed at a string of fine white beads on the boots with a frown. Idris hated white pearls. She wanted to change the string of beads to black ones.
Mr. Mo put aside all the thoughts in his mind and kept smiling with him, helping Yitris solve these trivial but extremely important problems for the little girl. No matter how powerful Idris is. In the eyes of Mr. Mo. She was still the delicate daughter who lay dying in her infancy.
Mr. Mo's attention was diverted so that he did not notice. Gingang has been away for too long, long enough for him to send Iseda to a safe secret cave and then make dozens of trips back and forth from Borelli.
He also ignored the intelligence system of Bo Laili. The informants belonging to Bo Laili should have reported to him the information about Iseda's whereabouts and Graham's confession two hours ago. However, under the cover-up of thoughtful people and the full blockade of a group of huge and important forces in the Western Continent, the connection between Mr. Mo and Bo Laili was cut off.
In the underground hall of the big island in the southern sea of Vias, Lin Qi sat on a high stool and watched Knocking Bones slowly using a special awl to carve on Yingang's ribs, which were as clear as crystal glass. A statue of the God of Justice adjudicating disputes between people emerged. The awl and the bones collided with each other, making a crunching sound. Yingang, who was originally tall and majestic, had shrunk a lot. His face became extremely haggard, and he looked hundreds of years old.
Yingang looked at Lin Qi in despair, and howled feebly: "Give me death like a hero!"
Lin Qi crossed his legs, holding a big cigar in his mouth, and sneered lightly: "The Black Tiger family has been pirates for generations. Have you ever heard that there are heroes among pirates? You believe in the God of Justice, even your brain Are all the pieces broken? Dear Mr. Yingang, you should tell me some information that interests me, otherwise, I think you will die of pain."
Sucking his head up with a smile, he said gently: "My lord, he will never die of pain. As long as we don't want him to die, he will never die."
Sui Mui smiled peacefully, as peacefully as a 28-year-old girl, and even revealed a maternal tenderness. But his hands were doing something extremely terrifying. He carefully broke open Yingang's skin and turned the thin skin into a handful of delicate braids.
Seeing his body being twisted and deformed under the hands of these four demon-like young men, Yingang's spirit finally collapsed.
Mr. Mo's magic restriction in Yingang's soul can prevent external forces from invading Yingang's soul, but it cannot prevent Yingang himself from having a mental breakdown and revealing all his confessions.
"Teacher's secret stronghold... I know all the secret strongholds of the Yishan Hermitage, including all the secret vaults of the Yishan Hermitage!"
Yingang wailed in pain: "I said, I will say anything. Let me die, let me die peacefully!"
The pain of betraying his teacher made Yingang completely lose all motivation to survive.
Lin Qi smiled and nodded, then jumped off the stool and stuffed a cigar into Yingang's mouth.
"Take a sip, this thing can relieve pain. Speak slowly, we are not in a hurry!"