Rebirth: How to tease the leader of the Demon Cult

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Mu Changfeng stared at the bowl of porridge for a long time, and finally took it and drank it with his head up.To be honest, what he said just now didn't mean to say goodbye, but he just didn't want to see Duan Yange for the time being, but Duan Yange already understood that, so let's go.

Three days later, Mu Changfeng set off from Shenyang City to return to Qianjue Peak, but on the way, he received the news that Li Qing had been assassinated.

The thin lottery in Mu Changfeng's hand turned into ashes and flew up. He realized that he had been turned into an army by someone, and that person was not the only one who had wings in the various divisions of Qianjue Sect.Then this news was passed from him to the hands of two people, but it was not the same message that got to Guan Qingyue, so it proved that Li Qing had betrayed that person.

Mu Changfeng swung the whip fiercely, and the horse raised its hooves and galloped forward at an even faster speed. After traveling almost overnight, Mu Changfeng finally returned to Qianjue Peak a month later.

Throwing the horse to the servant who came to pick him up, Mu Changfeng flew straight to the dungeon. In the deepest part of the dungeon, the prisoner was Su Lang.

Mu Changfeng stepped up to Su Lang step by step. Su Lang was lying on the ground, but his hands were scratching around his body. His face was covered in bloodstains by himself, it was a horrible sight.

Seeing Mu Changfeng approaching, Su Lang stopped moving, and Mu Changfeng knew from his twitching body what kind of torture he was going through.

"What are you doing here?" Su Lang asked calmly.

Mu Changfeng smiled lightly, his eyes were full of sincerity: "Of course I came to see you, my good brother, the guardian Su of the Holy Cult."

Su Lang forced himself to calm down, and said coldly: "Master Mu, please go back, hold the pickled place, and not keep such a holy person as the leader."

"No, no, no," Mu Changfeng waved his hand in denial, "I want to catch up with Su Hufa today, how could I leave so easily?"

"Come here! Bring the wine!"

Soon someone came over with a pot of tea and wine, Mu Changfeng motioned for the dungeon guards to open the door of Su Lang's cell and brought them out, and the two of them set up a table and chairs in the middle of the open space and sat down separately. .

Mu Changfeng sat across from him without saying a word, but just smiled quietly, while Su Lang was restless, he didn't want to lose face in front of Mu Changfeng, but he couldn't help not scratching his itch, his brows were frowning almost Traps the flies.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, Mu Changfeng opened his mouth and said, "My seat is not good at drinking, you know Protector Su, today I will offer a glass of tea to Protector Su instead of wine."

"Do you know what I want to respect you?" Mu Changfeng asked with a smile.

Su Lang said nothing.

"My seat," Mu Changfeng shook the teacup, looking at the delicately carved blue and white flowers, "I want to respect you for stealing the blood spirit jade."

After speaking, he poured a glass of wine for Su Lang and clinked glasses with him, the expression on Su Lang's face changed.

"Second, I want to respect you for having an affair with Ning Yan." Mu Changfeng poured another glass of wine for Su Lang, and repeated the previous action, but his voice was raised a little. As expected, Su Lang's expression changed drastically again. .

"Third, I respect you for setting this seat empty." The smile on Mu Changfeng's face deepened: "Do you want to be the leader yourself? That's great. People have great ambitions. I understand."

Su Lang was already trembling all over, Mu Changfeng pinched the cup in his hand, and after a while the exquisitely carved and priceless blue and white porcelain cup turned into powder, and Mu Changfeng sprinkled it on the ground bit by bit, and a drop of water fell on the black ground. Layer white/pink.

Mu Changfeng shot like lightning, strangled Su Lang's neck, his gaze became vicious: "Say! Who is that person behind you?!"

Su Lang was almost suffocated by Mu Changfeng, and there was a ho-ho sound in his throat. Mu Changfeng withdrew his hands and stood in front of Su Lang with his hands behind his back.

Su Lang sneered: "You have poisoned me, won't I die if I tell you or not?"

"I have no family, no friends, no one you can use to threaten me, you better give up."

"Where's Ning Yan?"

"Her," Su Lang looked up at Mu Changfeng, with a mocking smile on his lips, "A prostitute, only a blind person like you can fall in love with her."

Mu Changfeng's eyes widened fiercely, and the silver needle in his sleeve poked straight at Su Lang's eyes. With Su Lang's cry of pain, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were instantly covered with blood, and the blood flowed along the The cheeks flowed down in a thread, soaking the ground after a while.

Mu Changfeng turned around and sat back on the chair, took a new teacup and took a sip leisurely, looked at Su Lang who was covering his eyes in pain, and smiled very partly, "Guarda Su probably wants to go blind very much. Well, I have always been sympathetic to my subordinates, how could I not satisfy your wishes."

Su Lang bloody forest pointed his finger at Mu Changfeng, and shouted shrilly, "Mu Changfeng! You're going to die!"

Mu Changfeng directly pulled out the long knife of the guard next to him and cut off Su Lang's entire hand. Su Lang screamed and passed out from the pain.Mu Changfeng walked over and kicked Su Lang, and asked someone to go down and bring up a pot of salt, melted the salt with boiling hot tea, and poured it mercilessly on Su Lang's blood-stained face and the person who had just been killed by him. On a broken arm.

Su Lang was awakened by the pain again, Mu Changfeng looked down at him condescendingly: "You know how Madam Qi died."

Smiling, Mu Changfeng said again: "But, I want you to be worse than him!"

"Come on!"

The guard next to him immediately knelt over and said, "Please ask the master to order."

"Hang Su Lang upside down with iron chains."

The guards responded and immediately went to prepare, and after a while Su Lang was hung up with his feet up and his head down.

Mu Changfeng said: "Hanging upright after a stick of incense, and hanging upside down after another stick of incense. Every other hour, drip some salt water into his eyes, wash the wound on his arm with chili water, remember Don't torture me to death."

"Yes." The guard took a cloth strip and stuffed it in Su Lang's mouth. Mu Changfeng saw it and said, "Why use a cloth strip, just cut it off. Last time, the tongue of the master of the Flying Eagle Hall was still his." It was cut, the portraits are still there, and the cut is very neat and beautiful, you should also learn from it."

The guard immediately agreed, and Mu Changfeng turned and left. Before leaving, he passed by Su Lang's ear and said, "You have to listen to the sounds around here, lest I take your ears when I'm in a good mood. What do you say? No, the Great Protector of the Holy Cult?"

Su Lang's mouth was blocked, he hesitated and couldn't speak, he just pointed at Mu Changfeng and yelled, and Mu Changfeng stepped up again and broke off the five roots of Su Lang's only remaining hand Finger, smiled: "Don't use your hands to point at others casually."

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