General Martial Artist: I Am An Evil Mandarin In Charge Of Heavenly Prison, Hoang Dung's Waist

On this night,

the spring silkworms were dead and the wax torches began to dry into gray tears.

In the torture unit, heart-rending screams continued all night.

Fortunately, Su Chen had the foundation of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which greatly enhanced his endurance.

Early the next morning,

Su Chen withdrew two big black eyes and headed towards the cell where the six major factions were held.

Although he was very tired, he still fell in love.

Sure enough, the seafood of the white is the coolest.

This is not like the small country of the blue star, where although the seafood is good and has a variety of ways to eat, it has been contaminated by the Fukushima power station and has long lost its original sweetness.

"It's time to get down to business, there are still two days left, if you can't pay the above, then the seafood stall that Lao Tzu has worked so hard to occupy will have to be handed over."

Thinking of this, I picked up my spirits and decided to find a stabbing head to open the knife first, and vent yesterday's grievances by the way.

After all, being robbed and besieged by a large group of men in black made him very depressed.

And this resentment is not enough to vent on Zhao Paner!

When he was young

, Su Chen carried a black gold knife on his waist and a mink cloak on his shoulder, and took steps that his six relatives did not recognize, and came to the cell where Shi Tai was held.

"Grandma Jue, it's early! There are less than two days left, how well you think about it? "

The plump and rounded extermination master still maintains the posture of five flowers and big ties, and the momentum of the lord of one door has long been gone.

Suddenly

, Su Chen suddenly felt a chill coming from his back, as if an inexplicable killing intent was coming towards him.

No, this is not killing intent, it is precisely resentment, it is a kind of hatred that cannot be sought.

"Shhh!"

He took a sharp breath of cold air and carefully dropped his gaze on Zhou Zhiruo in the corner of the wall.

Looking up

, Zhou Zhiruo at this moment was like an angry little daughter-in-law, and her beautiful face was full of grievances and resentment.

"Oops! Could it be that the movement last night was too loud and was heard by Yua Mikami's sister?

Sure enough

, without waiting for the grandmother to speak, Zhou Zhiruo took the words first.

"Master Su, how can you not believe what you say when you say good punishment?"

This is over, and the Mikami sister takes revenge.

You know, women's jealousy is the strongest.

Moreover, this Zhou Zhiruo is still a special vengeful master, thinking about Zhang Wuji's experience in the original work, Su Chen couldn't help but sweat upside down, and goosebumps suddenly rose.

"Ahem... Zhou Zhiruo, Hugh is presumptuous! Benzo supervisor has his own sense of proportion.

When the meteorite arrives, I will create an exclusive torture instrument for you and wait with peace of mind. Zhou

Zhiruo with a question mark full of thoughts began to commit idiocy again.

"Zhou Zhiruo, you smelly little bitch.

Unexpectedly hooked up with a traitor, are you worthy of the cultivation of Master and her old man?

After this kind of person finishes playing you, he will abandon it and stop daydreaming here. "

Huh?

Who is shouting and speaking my heart?

Bah! Lao Tzu is not that kind of person.

Su Chen's brows furrowed, and his already cold face became even more fierce.

"Who's making a fuss?"

Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly defended:

"Senior sister, it's not what you think, Zhiruo just wants to take the master to be tortured."

Before she finished speaking, she cried into tears, and she was so aggrieved that people felt pity.

Master sister? Ding Minjun?

"It turned out to be this poisonous tongue woman, Lao Tzu is so worried that no one can vent it!" Since you took the initiative to send it to the door, then fulfill your wish. Su Chen said secretly.

"Stinky bitch, it seems that you are living impatiently."

He gulped and shifted his gaze to the cell diagonally opposite.

I saw several female disciples of the Emei Sect, all of whom were detained here, all of them quite pretentious.

And the woman with a pointed face and thin lips is naturally Ding Minjun, the master sister of the Emei Sect.

The reason why she stood up and angered Zhou Zhiruo at this time was simple.

Just last night, when Su Chen was merry, everyone in the entire nine-layer Emei faction heard a miserable scream.

Deeply desperate, Grandma Jiao, knew that she was also Su Chen's claw, so she called Zhou Zhiruo to her side, ready to pass on the position of the head of the Emei Sect to her.

Coincidentally

, these words were heard by Ding Minjun, who had always coveted the position of leader, so he changed his previous silence and chose to jump out at this time to take responsibility for Zhou Zhiruo, so that the grandmother could see her clearly.

Su Chen knows the master sister of the Emei Sect very well, not only is she proud and jealous, but she also has a femme fatale heart, which is not pleasing to anyone.

Although he has the ruthlessness of milk, his style is diametrically opposite, and he likes to play tricks.

"Master, Zhou Zhiruo is not well. If you hand over the Emei Sect to her, you will definitely spoil the atmosphere of this faction.

At that time, the entire Emei faction will be reduced to a nest of adultery and become a well-known place of fireworks. Ding

Minjun straightened his chest, grabbed the cell door with both hands, and between his eyebrows, it was cold.

Then again

, this Ding Minjun is really imaginative, even Su Chen, who is rich in creativity, never thought of such a stimulating game.

This is equivalent to giving a new character to the young models of the clubhouse - art school students?

In this way, the prostitutes must not rise in the sky.

Su Chen tried hard to control his emotions and not let himself be deflected by Ding Minjun.

After all, his character never goes to the check.

"Shut up! This leader is in charge of doing things, and it is not your turn to be a disciple to dictate things. "

The milk who has been silent for a long time finally can't bear it, if she is letting this Ding Minjun give nonsense, then she, the head of the household, may become an old bustard.

In order to earn performance, Ding Minjun had to target Su Chen, and she shouted:

"Obscene! If you have a kind, come to me, don't embarrass the teacher. "

Hmph!

Lao Tzu is trying to find someone to be angry, since you are so anxious to be humiliated, then simply take you to the knife.

You said that you are an airport, you have to take the job of a nanny, see if I can play you to death.

Su Chen cleared his throat, his expression was still extremely cold.

"Come man! Escort Ding Minjun to the torture room.

Pushing the carousel invented by Benzojian over. "

Huh? Merry-go-round? What the hell