I brought down Bai Yueguang by selling miserably

OK.I will accompany you to enjoy the flowers.

"Who knows." Xiao Jue laughed, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. "I'm worried that I won't find a chance to kill him."

"What's the use of being capable, do you understand loyalty? What I want is loyalty."

Xiao Jue's indistinct voice came from afar.Yu Meier was sitting in the room touching up her makeup, her hand holding the lip balm trembled slightly.

With a bang, the door was pushed open heavily, Xiao Jue waved at the people behind him and said, "Go down."

"Yes. Master."

Yu Meier stared at herself in the mirror, not daring to turn her head to look at him.

Xiao Jue's footsteps went from far to near, until he stood in front of Yu Meier.

"Have you ever cried?" Xiao Jue pinched Yu Meier's chin.

"The leader hasn't come to see me for a long time, I miss you." Yu Meier was forced to look directly into Xiao Jue's eyes.

Xiao Jue stared at Yu Meier with gloomy eyes, no matter how many times he looked at his overly sunken cheeks, Yu Meier would feel a trace of fear from the bottom of her heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Jue let go of Yu Meier's chin, and looked at her with a smile on her face: "I miss you too, beauty."

Yu Meier's chin had deep fingerprints, she took a light breath, went around behind Xiao Jue, and carefully rubbed his shoulders.

Xiao Jue leaned on the seat and closed her eyes.Everything seems to be back to normal, and he enjoys this comfortable moment as usual.

Yu Meier also gradually regained her composure, and suggested cautiously: "Master, the Hundred Flowers Festival will be in four days, shall we go to the West Lane Tower to enjoy the flowers?"

Xiao Jue didn't respond, Yu Meier thought he didn't hear, and called softly: "Master?"

All of a sudden, Xiao Jue's disorganized hands like dead wood grabbed the back of her hand, and pulled her into his arms from behind.

Yu Meier barely pulled out a smile, with a panic that couldn't be concealed.

"Are you afraid of me?" Xiao Jue reached out and brushed a strand of Yu Meier's hair.

"No..." Before Yu Meier could finish her sentence, she suddenly felt her scalp tighten.

Xiao Jue dragged her hair and slammed into the armchair one after another. The dull impact echoed in the bedroom, and blood silently dripped down her forehead onto the chair cushion.

Until the chair cushion was soaked with black and red blood, Xiao Jue shook off his hands as if tired. He looked at Yu Meier's blood-stained face under the messy hair with interest, and smiled wildly: "Okay. I Accompany you to enjoy the flowers."

The blood-red morning glow in the sky struggled to swallow the night, and the breeze blew across the water in the early morning, bringing a little bit of coolness.

"My subordinates refer to the right guardian." Su Mingyu looked back at the bank of the river willow, saw the visitor salute, and smiled maliciously: "The leader sent me to give you an errand."

This person is the most loyal lackey under Xiao Jue's seat. He was originally called Wang Han. After following Xiao Jue, he changed his elegant name and changed the Chinese characters to Han characters.

Su Mingyu knew that Xiao Jue would not let himself be idle, so he raised his head and said, "What?"

"A few days ago, a famous elder from the Wushan sect fell into our hands when he passed through Xiangyang, but he was very strict with his mouth." Wang Han said with a smile: "The leader means to ask the right guardian to interrogate."

"Aren't the interrogation methods of the Duying team not enough?" It may be that Su Mingyu was soaked in too much water vapor by the river, and Su Mingyu's body carried a trace of coolness, and his expression was indifferent and distant.

When Wang Han first met Su Mingyu, he felt this kind of aura from him, as well as a faint killing intent.If the shackles on his body were not still there at that time, he would not have dared to approach him who was covered in blood.

The scene was so shocking that to this day, when Wang Han saw Su Mingyu wearing a red dress, he couldn't tell whether it was a red dress or a blood dress.

But after so many years, Su Mingyu ate Yi Xindan, and finally turned into a paper tiger.

Wang Han calmed down, "The leader said that the right protector is more experienced in prison punishment."

Su Mingyu didn't express his expression, and said in a low voice: "Lead the way."

Wang Han walked up to Su Mingyu and led him deeper into the dungeon.

The dark corridor smelled of blood and corruption. Wang Han walked slowly in front of him, blocking the narrow passage like a rampant crab.

Su Mingyu followed for half the way, and finally couldn't bear to say: "Can you walk faster?"

"Don't worry about protecting the right." Wang Han chuckled, "The ground here is slippery. I'm not thinking about your safety."

"Isn't it here?" Wang Han looked at Su Mingyu's changing expression and hurriedly continued.He was afraid that if the next sentence was delayed, his life would be in danger.

Su Mingyu looked in the direction Wang Han was pointing at, and there was a young-looking person imprisoned in the dark cage.

His hair was tied to an iron pillar in a mess, his eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to have passed out.

"The Wushan Sect has such a young elder." Su Mingyu said.

"You are young, and your skills are not as good. This person's name is Gu Jin, and it is said that he is the youngest elder of the Wushan Sect."

Wang Han opened the cell door and relocked it, pushed the cell door open, and the flickering lights illuminated all kinds of instruments of torture in the cell.

"What does the leader want to know?" Su Mingyu was disturbed by the oppressive atmosphere in the dungeon.

"How to break through the secret passages and the sixteen sword formations in the Wushan faction." Wang Han woke up Gu Jin with a bucket of water, "And where is the Ziwu sword, the township sword of the Wushan faction."

Gu Jin woke up suddenly, her eyes as deep as an ancient well glared at Wang Han fiercely.

Wang Han was taken aback, and after confirming that he was powerless to fight back, he slapped him violently: "You dog, you still dare to stare at me."

"Who is the dog called?" Gu Jin rolled the wound in his mouth with his tongue, looking directly at Wang Han.

"The dog called you." Wang Han said viciously.

Gu Jin chuckled: "You're so good."

Wang Han came to his senses, and was about to greet him with a punch, but was stopped by Su Mingyu: "You can go out now."

Wang Han was very dissatisfied with Su Mingyu's behavior, and asked meanly as if thinking of something: "Need my subordinate to help you introduce the usage of these instruments of torture?"

"If you really want to stay, just help me try."

Wang Han sensed the displeasure in Su Mingyu's words. These instruments of torture were replicas of those in the cell he was locked in back then. It was not easy for him to maintain his composure.

Satisfied, Wang Han lowered his waist, and said sweetly, "Then this subordinate will retire first."

The cell door was closed again, leaving only two people in the cell.

Gu Jin lowered her head, her thin and innocent face was stained with blood, but her lips were tightly closed, and there was a bit of unshakable tenacity in her slightly drooping eyes.

Su Mingyu knows that if a person is unwilling to speak, no matter how severe the criminal law is, it will be useless. After all, there is no truth pill in this world.

If there is, he doesn't need to try his best to get close to Qi Jue.

He didn't know if Xiao Jue had noticed that he was connected with people from the Wushan faction.At worst, the purpose of sending him here on this trip should be to show his loyalty, and at the same time to see him torture himself while torturing others.

If he doesn't find out something, or if Gu Jin stays here intact as before, I'm afraid there will be big trouble.

Those familiar instruments of torture were hung on the wall, and the seal of the Holy Ming Sect on the soldering iron rack was burnt red, like burning blood.

Gu Jin raised her eyes and watched Su Mingyu walk to the soldering iron stand, pick up the soldering iron and flip through the furnace.

His side face was reflected by flying sparks, but there was no trace of soft warmth, his eyes were calm and composed.There is an aura of avoiding people from top to bottom.

It's just that there is a slight tremor in the left hand, like an uncontrollable subconscious reaction.

"Doing this kind of thing for the first time?" Gu Jin asked.

"No." Su Mingyu replied briefly.

No executioner of any generation is willing to chat with a prisoner, and this kind of friendly conversation will bring no benefits except hesitation and embarrassment when doing it.

Gu Jin watched Su Mingyu walk up to him, he didn't frown and threaten like other interrogators, and he didn't gloat that he was about to torture others.

His eyes were unusually calm, and his tone was so light that he seemed to be asking an ordinary matter: "Do you want to say something about the Wushan School?"

Gu Jin shook her head.

"Then let's end it quickly."

When Gu Jin heard his words ringing in his ears, and the hot red iron stamped his skin, he couldn't help but let out a heart-piercing cry, but all this was over soon as Su Mingyu said.

All that's left is a residual burn and the smell of burnt meat in the air.

"You don't talk nonsense very much." Gu Jin's voice became hoarse due to pain, "You don't seem to want to get anything out of me."

Gu Jin looked at him with deep eyes, as if she could see his heart clearly.

"I know I can't do anything, and I don't want to waste my efforts." Su Mingyu said.

"Then why bother." Gu Jin said with difficulty, "You don't look like someone who takes pleasure in torturing others."

Su Mingyu didn't know if he saw his embarrassing situation in Shengmingjiao or something else, but he didn't intend to answer.

Gu Jin's eyes were mostly covered by sweat. He watched Su Mingyu throw the soldering iron back into the furnace, and said quietly, "You are different from them. This place is not suitable for you."

Su Mingyu's steps towards the prison door paused, and he signaled to other people in the prison with his eyes: "You are no different from them."

"It's hard to protect yourself as a prisoner, so protect yourself first." Su Mingyu turned around and said softly: "If you don't want to be tortured again, it's best to pretend to faint when others come. This , aren't you very good at it?"

When Gu Jin thought about it just now, Su Mingyu found out that he had pretended to be dizzy earlier.But he's only now unmasking himself.

Are you angry?Gu Jin didn't know which words she said touched his nerves, wouldn't it be good to say that he is different from those villains?

Kids these days are getting more and more interesting.

Su Mingyu walked out of the dungeon and saw Xu Changjun waiting outside the prison.He followed Su Mingyu to avoid the surrounding guards, walked all the way to a remote path, and said in a low voice: "Why did Xiao Jue ask you to interrogate the people from the Wushan faction? Did he find anything?"

"I don't know." Su Mingyu whispered in his ear, "But just in case, we must hurry up."

Xu Changjun nodded and said, "It should be so."

There was no one around, so Su Mingyu's calm disguise just faded away, his brows were slightly frowned, and his face became a little unsightly: "The man in the prison is Qi Jue's master."

"how do you know?"

"I heard it outside Bai Chuqing's room that day."

Xu Changjun was slightly taken aback, and after a brief silence, he said, "Then we can't let him get out alive."

"If Qi Jue knew that you tortured his master, what would he think?"

I can explain.Su Mingyu didn't say anything, but was interrupted by Xu Changjun: "You don't think you can explain it, do you?"

Su Mingyu's words came to his lips, and he changed his words abruptly: "No."

He suddenly realized that he had set Qi Jue's tolerance for him too high in his heart.

But the reality is clearly not the case.

"I have to say, sometimes I quite like your ruthlessness." Xu Changjun patted him on the shoulder cheerfully, as if this was some kind of extremely high compliment: "It's so worry-free."

Su Mingyu ignored his praise, and casually slapped his hand off his shoulder.

ruthless.Looking at Su Mingyu's back, Xu Changjun couldn't help but slander.