Mengfei's mother is as fierce as a tiger

Chapter 32

"Junior brother, are you all right?" Through the sound transmission through the air, a cold voice broke in from a few meters away, it was harsh no matter how you heard it.

This person's voice is very familiar to Yan Fengjue, so familiar that even with his eyes closed, he can tell who is outside the door.

This person disappeared for many years, and he hated Yan Fengjue to the bone.

Yan Fengjue's second senior brother... even at the end of the Qing Dynasty.

Yan Fengjue finally raised his head, and cast a cold glance at Lian Qingmo, who walked in with a folding fan and wearing a green robe. Fang Lian Qingmo had already laughed and waved his fan, and a row of silver needles immediately turned towards his face Feng Jue shot in the past.

His figure was as fast as the wind, and with a wave of his robe, Yan Fengjue had already counted all the silver needles that came straight to him, and stood in front of the table.

"Young brother's skills are really getting more and more agile, no wonder the master values ​​you so much!" Lian Qingmo snorted mockingly, and suddenly laughed, "It's just that my little brother is still as naive as five years ago!"

As soon as the words fell, countless silver needles flew out from the folding fan. Yan Fengjue stood in place, his eyes flashed, his long sleeves flew away in the wind, and a powerful inner force instantly formed a circle around him. All the silver needles met The internal force was dissipated by four blows, and all of them were inserted into the pillars next to them, and the guards around them clicked their tongues.

With that speed, that internal strength, that momentum, they were glad they didn't act rashly just now.

With a sneer at the end of the Qing Dynasty, a strange fragrance had already drifted into the air. Yan Fengjue knew what it was, a poisonous gas that would be highly poisonous when it met silver, and his clothes had just touched the silver needle According to his understanding of Lian Qing's nature, he must have tampered with it.

This kind of poison can make people temporarily lose their internal energy, making their whole body weak and weak. Yan Fengjue knows how to prevent it, but at this moment, this is exactly what he wants.

The vision in front of him gradually blurred, and Yan Fengjue caught a glimpse of the corner of Lian Qingmo's widening mouth, maybe there was something beyond his expectation.

For example, even the sudden appearance of the late Qing Dynasty.

The dark underground cell was filled with a pungent damp and rancid smell, and a basin of water was poured on the unconscious Yan Fengjue.

The excitement forced Yan Fengjue to open his eyes, he moved his hands, and there was a sound of chains, his hands and feet were bound in the chains, and he was being tied to a cross at this time.

A piece of iron was burning in the burning stove, and the flames illuminated the faces of Shan Liuling and Shan Liufei who were fiddling with the stove, and Lian Qingmo stood behind them.

This is a torture cell, surrounded by all kinds of instruments of torture, any one taken out at random can make the human body bruised, life is worse than death, not to mention that the one who wants to torture Yan Fengjue at this time is still three people who hate him The ultimate metamorphosis to the bone.

Yan Feng's calm and cold eyes glanced at the arrogant and complacent smiles of the three people who had succeeded in their tricks. After practicing the exercises, all the internal energy in the body was lost. Even after practicing the exercises, some acupoints on the abdomen were still aching. .

"Feng Wang, have you ever thought that today will be here?" The fire light shone on Shan Liuling's scarred face, her sneer this time made people feel even more disgusting and hideous.

Yan Feng said nothing, but the contempt in his eyes deeply hurt Shan Liuling's nerves. He picked up the red pancake, gritted his teeth and sneered at Yan Fengjue's chest. After pressing it down, a burning smell suddenly permeated the air.

Yan Fengjue's chest was scarlet red, and his clothes were pressed against his chest. Yan Fengjue didn't even hum, but sneered mockingly, with a hint of strangeness.

"Laughing? I'll let you keep laughing!" Shan Liuling slapped her across the face, causing blood to ooze from the corner of Yan Fengjue's mouth.

The disheveled clothes, disheveled hair, and blood-stained face of the man in the firelight showed a more coquettish and sinister face. Shan Liuling was suddenly stunned, beautiful, simply too beautiful, and what she loves most is to abuse these so-called beauties man.

Today, since he fell into her hands, hum!
"Brother Prince, how do you deal with this person who is disrespectful to you so as to relieve your hatred?" Shan Liuling dropped the discus and walked in front of Shan Liufei, asking coquettishly.

Shan Liufei hated Yan Fengjue no less than Shan Liuling, picked up the whip next to him, and whipped Yan Fengjue several times until the clothes on Yan Fengjue turned into strips , sticking to his body with blood stains.

"How dare he humiliate the prince, and even take the liberty of advocating to withdraw your marriage for his imperial brother." Shan Liufei spat and sneered, "Since we have already done something, we can't let him live anymore. out."

After Shan Liufei finished speaking, he turned and looked at Lian Qingmo, "This man is handed over to you, don't you hate him for taking your beloved one away? This will allow you to take revenge!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Lian Qingmo waved the fan in his hand and glanced at Yan Fengjue. If he died in the hands of Shan Liufei, he would not only have revenge, but also complete the task, killing two birds with one stone.

When Shan Liuling heard Shan Liufei's arrangement, she curled her lips. She wholeheartedly thought that the prince's brother would hand over Yan Fengjue to her, and she was going to have fun, and make his life worse than death.

However, in front of Shan Liufei, she has always been very obedient, although she occasionally plays a little temper, but she can't say the words of humiliating Fengjue.

Yan Fengjue coldly looked at the three people in front of him who were pregnant with ghosts. Naturally, he would not suffer in vain. If he wanted to take advantage of Yan Fengjue, it would depend on whether they had the fate!

"Junior brother, even if you die today, no one will know about it." Lian Qingmo walked slowly in front of Yan Fengjue, turned the fan in his hand to lift Yan Fengjue's chin, and stared at Yan Fengjue's face. A face that disgusts him, maybe it is more interesting to destroy his face that confuses the public first.

Yan Fengjue glanced at Lian Qingmo, his eyes remained unchanged except for the sarcasm, as if what he heard was just ordinary things like when do you eat.

Even at the end of the Qing Dynasty, the most unseen thing was Yan Fengjue's aloof and supercilious appearance no matter what situation he was in, if he hadn't been born with a better background than himself.

Why does the master value him, and why does the junior sister fall in love with him!
Lian Qingmo took out a silver needle from his sleeve with a flick of his wrist, and pressed it against Yan Fengjue's face, "Little Junior Brother, your face is really disgusting, why not destroy it."

(End of this chapter)