Prostitution

The setting sun is leisurely, and the white clothes return to the people.

Wen Wuyu returned to the Wangfu and went straight to the West Chamber as usual.

Lian Qi, who was waiting earlier, stopped him with a salute, "Mr. Wen, the lord is here to invite you."

Wen Wuyu stopped for a moment, looking at the sky, it was so strange today, I dare say the sun has risen in the west and set in the east.

Lian Qi's expression, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, changed a little today, showing a complex look. Wen Wuyu stole a glance at him, took a long breath, threw the whisk over his shoulders, tucked it into his collar and carried it on his back. .

Lian Qi's eyes were attracted, and he looked at Mr. Wen who was acting funny.

Wen Wuyu smiled at him, flicked his hem, and took a figure-of-eight gait. Although he didn't have a costume on his body, this gentleman seemed to be carrying a flag with his head held high and his chest up, with a posture of majesty It seems to be ready to sing a big show.

Wen Wuyu bent down and bowed as soon as he stepped into the threshold, "Wanfu, my lord."

"Exemption."

One thing about the prince is very good, that is, he never made things difficult for him in terms of etiquette.

Wen Wuyu stood up straight and looked around, the white-faced beauty was not in the study.

"How are you doing recently?" the prince asked.

Wen Wuyu hurriedly lowered his head slightly and answered, "Thanks to the prince, that's great."

After a while, the eyes dimmed, the prince stood in front of him, his voice muffled from the top of his head, "I think so, once Mr. Wen is very good, he has no taboos in doing things, even the Dali Temple prison is not in his eyes."

Wen Wuyu shrank back a little later, and was about to speak, when the prince said again, "Master Xu's situation is not easy to fight, and he will not be able to protect himself if he is not careful, I think you'd better have less contact with him."

"My lord doesn't like it, so I won't leave the west chamber for half a step."

Wen Wuyu's posture was humble, and he still lowered his eyes slightly to look at the ground.

Yuan Cheng stared, "There are many things I don't like, and you agree with them all?"

Wen Wuyu nodded.

After pondering for a moment, Yuan Cheng took a step back and straightened his face with his fingers, "I don't like people lying the most. Tell me frankly, who are you?"

"Or, if you have something difficult to hide, I can assure you that I will never make things difficult for you." After a while, he continued.

Hearing the words, Wen Wuyu replied calmly, "My lord's words are always incomprehensible. The young one remembers that the lord has said this many times, but the young one really doesn't understand what the lord is referring to."

Yuan Cheng's face became gloomy, and he repeatedly asked each other slowly, not knowing who he was giving a chance to.

He should have figured it out a long time ago, even if the iron hammer is in front of him, this gentleman has the ability to deny it to death, which is enough patience that he admires very much.

Yuan Cheng squinted at him, and his tone became less patient, "Do you think I really won't kill you?"

Wen Wuyu blinked his eyes innocently, "The little one has no intention of murdering the prince, nor does he have the intention of murdering the prince. He has always kept his mark. The prince has no reason to kill the young one."

"It's not against the law for me to kill someone, and I don't need a reason."

"Then the lord's hand is itchy and wants to kill, so just kill him." Wen Wuyu closed his eyes and stretched his neck, as if he was going to die generously.

Yuan Cheng was irritated by this appearance for a moment, and raised his hand to pinch his neck.

Wen Wuyu probably didn't expect the prince to act real, his eyes widened in astonishment, and hissed voices of struggle frequently came out of his throat.

After a while, Yuan Cheng put him aside, commanded Lian Qi outside the house in a cold and stern voice, "Take him away."

Wen Wuyu staggered three or two times, and seeing that he was about to fall headlong, Lian Qi, who came in at the sound, grabbed his arm calmly, and dragged him out of the study without allowing him to slow down.

A farewell to this place, but March and May.

Wen Wuyu was stripped of his Taoist robe, shoes and socks by the tall and big man, and squatted in the corner of the torture room with a layer of thin underwear.

The strong man is fiddling with an iron shelf.A slightly arc-shaped iron rod with a thickness of two feet and a height of eight feet is placed on the top, and the two iron blocks at both ends look like a small funnel.There is a large half-inch thick iron plate at the bottom of the iron frame, and there seems to be a groove under the iron plate.

Wen Wuyu stared at this new gadget, but after much deliberation, he still couldn't understand what it was used for.

The strong man went and came back, holding a red-hot charcoal stove with his bare hands.He easily kicked the iron plate open, turned the charcoal stove upside down, then kicked the iron plate back together, and poured a layer of oil on it.

A puff of hot black smoke hit his face.

Wuyu understood most of this, the punishment was to fry him alive.

The strong man lifted both of his arms.

Wen Wuyu's feet flew into the air, and he was forced to hang on the iron bars just like that.The toes were vertical enough to be able to touch the iron plate, but it was better not to be able to reach it, and the iron plate had begun to visibly bubble up.So he only tried it out, then slightly bent his knees and supported his whole body with his arms.

This torture tool still lacks one piece of equipment. Before the strong man left, he managed to get it together for him. A round iron ball, let him step on the soles of his feet to share the heavy burden of his arms.

How long does it take, the prince comes.

At this moment, Wen Wuyu was sweating profusely, half of the iron ball was covered with oil, and rustled under his feet, his whole body was shaking slightly, and the knuckles of his fingers hanging on the iron bar protruded, like a pair of skull claws.

Seeing the prince, he grinned and offered a polite smile.

Sweat dripped on the red iron plate, and splashed with hot oil.

His lips turned white and trembled involuntarily, but he still tried his best to open and close his words as clearly as possible, "My lord thinks the small ones are not pleasing to the eye, so I might as well send them away to save my worries. I will be punished for no reason, and the small ones are made of copper and iron." Even the bones can't bear it."

Yuan Cheng looked at him with a sneer, "You know best if it's for no reason. I'm not as good as you when you speak eloquently."

Wen Wuyu smiled weakly, "It's understandable for the prince to blame the young one for privately looking for old benefactors, but the young one never did anything out of line, so that... Besides, the prince only favors the new love, and the young one is dull, but also knows the current affairs." , Zuo only occasionally wanders out of the mansion, the last time I just happened to visit the dungeon and never stayed..."

The prince came up behind him at this time, grabbed his hair and pulled him back, his feet trembled, and the iron ball rolled far away, he had to raise his feet, his arms were sore, and the trembling became more and more severe.

He gritted his teeth, choking water from the corners of his eyes.

Yuan Cheng leaned closer to his ear, "You may not know that many large and small banks in the city belong to the palace. Do you need me to remind you, how many accounts do you have in the capital?"

Wen Wuyu still wanted to laugh, but because his temple hair was pulling his scalp and the corners of his eyes were hanging high, his smile was very ugly, but the prince couldn't see it,

"It's true that old people are not as good as new ones. I didn't expect that the prince is also a stingy person. If you check the account of the young man, it is possible that you plan to ask for reward money. If you do so... it is not kind..."

Yuan Cheng's blood surged immediately, he wanted to save a chance to avoid breaking the matter of the bank, but this person dared to quibble when things were revealed.

In a rage, he turned around and took a few steps off the four-claw ring hook hanging on the wall, and swung it over his head.

The sharp iron hook pierced into the back of Wen Wuyu's hand and immediately tightened it.

Wen Wuyu was shocked violently, he couldn't help straightening his toes, he still firmly grasped the iron bar despite the severe pain.

There was a faint foul smell of burnt meat in the air.

There was still a bloody smell in his mouth, Wen Wuyu vomited straight away, his chest heaved violently, his whole body was almost convulsed, but half of his body seemed to be stiff and his whole body was fixed.

Suddenly his lower body felt cold, a hand was put on his waist, and a sudden force pierced him.

If he wanted to be distracted, he could compare which of the three was more painful.

It's a pity that no matter how much Wen Wuyu could bear it, he was just a mortal. His face was so wet that he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.

"Is He Pingzhang employed by you?"

The hands that supported his waist shook without mercy, and they were extremely stingy, not letting any strength go.

Wen Wuyu groaned and shook his head, why don't you let go and try, maybe cutting off a few fingers can save you from the crime of being bombed.

The panting sound behind him could also be felt by his five sense organs in the midst of his busy schedule.Hot, warm, ironic.

"You mean to get close to me... don't you? Don't you?"

Yuan Cheng frequently pushed into the deepest part, as if he could force his truth out by doing so.

However, the only answer to him was a burst of sobbing.Mr. Wen, who has experienced thousands of whips and bruises without frowning, can be regarded as crying, crying very low-key and stubborn.

"As long as...a word of truth..." The low voice was infinitely melancholy.

The heat was rising, the smell was disgusting, and it was terrible.

In the end, Yuan Cheng experienced an extreme orgasm on the edge of the netherworld.

The frustration of being helpless weighed him down.

Wen Wuyu seemed to have stopped sobbing, his body was as stiff as a corpse, standing in the middle of the torture tools.

Yuan Chengsheng pulled out the iron ring hook. He had already stretched out his life-saving helping hand, but he saw Wen Wuyu only trembled sharply, his fingers seemed to grow into the iron bars, and the seams fit perfectly.The most terrifying thing was that he slowly raised his feet, a layer of flesh stuck to the red iron plate, and was sizzling with oil.

Yuan Cheng felt as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt, and he was stunned again.

He turned to the side and glanced at Wen Wuyu.

The eyes were free, the lips were bitten by him, the flesh was bloody, the arms were bloodstained, and the blood gathered in two places on the chest, which was bright red.

"Amazing." He praised.

Then he raised his hand to touch one end of the iron frame, and activated another small mechanism.

The light blue flame was burning coldly, slowly swimming along the arc-shaped iron bars to the middle.

Wen Wuyu was just shocked again, his eyelids never moved.

"I think the reason for your refusal to tell the truth is that either you have a deep hatred for me, and you are so tolerant that you will kill me with your own hands one day, or you believe that I will never let you go if you say it. If it is the former, I will play with you until your blood feud The day when you will be rewarded. If it is the latter, you can trust me, no matter what you have done, you will not care about it."

Speaking of this, Yuan Cheng paused for a moment, and glanced at Wen Wuyu's hand, the light blue flame had burned into azure blue.

This fire is called Liuyan, it doesn't burn the flesh, it only burns the bones.

"Will you say? The former or the latter?"

Two beams of faint blue fire danced in Yuan Cheng's eyes. He waited quietly for the next sentence, but he didn't hold any expectations in his heart. Perhaps this was the only thing he knew about Wen Wuyu.

"My lord," Wen Wuyu spoke out of breath,

"There is nothing in the world, and mediocrity disturbs it."

With a sound of Gada, his knuckles were dislocated, and his hands finally supported them to the limit.

At this moment, Yuan Cheng raised his foot and kicked out, there was a crashing sound, the iron trough flew horizontally into the wall, and the red charcoal fire bounced around.

Wen Wuyu lay face down on the ground, the stone slab was warm and warm, he had difficulty moving his limbs, turned over and lay flat on his back,

"Thank you, my lord, for your kindness."

There was a slight arc around the mouth, it was clearly the winner's ridicule, extremely arrogant.

Yuan Cheng glanced at him, without any fluctuation in emotion, bent down and hugged Wen Wuyu horizontally.