Fighter of the Destiny

Liang Xiaoxiao died, and the accusations he made before his death were naturally very powerful. They were just another circumstantial evidence of the Zhouyuan incident at that time - Zhuang Changyu, apart from briefly explaining the situation, remained silent most of the time, so Many details in the story told by the deceased were not filled in, and the person Liang Xiaoxiao testified against was not an ordinary person. Therefore, the Zhouyuan incident was naturally dragged into the quagmire. After dozens of days, there was still no progress.

Chen Changsheng's identity is very special. The big shots in the palace will definitely pay attention to this matter. During the imperial examination, people have already discovered that Zhexiu has a good relationship with the National Education Academy, and this wolf boy is in the snowy fields of the north. He has made countless military exploits and won the appreciation of some divine generals in the Zhou army. In the eyes of many people, how this matter will develop ultimately depends on the decision of the Holy Queen, so Zhou Garden has become the subject of unparalleled attention. Focus, because this is Zhou Tong's residence, and the Holy Queen's will has always been embodied by this craziest and cruelest mad dog. It is also because Zhe Xiu has been locked up here since the imperial court took him away from the palace. .

Few people know that the legendary Zhou Prison, the prison that frightened countless ministers and generals, and Zhou Tong's mansion were originally the same building, separated by only more than ten feet and two weak doors. Good times, beautiful scenery, but no heaven, it is about Zhou Tong's mansion and Zhou Tong's prison. The former has continuous beautiful scenery all year round, while the latter is helpless and has no blue sky.

Black Rhino dragged the heavy iron cart through the stone arch of Zhou Garden and came to the gloomy building ahead.

Even though they were so close, Zhou Tong still used to take the car.

Apart from being in front of the Holy Queen, he would only feel safe in this iron carriage.

When the Black Rhino arrived at the prison's tunnel entrance, the door slowly opened with a squeak.

Zhou Tong walked slowly down from the railway carriage and subconsciously stared at the night sky all night, his face pale under the starlight.

The moment he stepped off the iron car, the alert level around the prison suddenly increased by several orders of magnitude. As for the shadows of the nearby eaves, there was no telling how many strong practitioners were hidden.

Zhou Tong is not a weakling, he is a strong man in the Star Gathering Realm, and he is one of the best masters in the Great Zhou Dynasty. But even so, he still lives a very cautious life, and rarely leaves the Zhou Prison except for the need to examine cases. Even if he leaves, he will go to the palace most of the time, and he will bring countless guards with him every time he travels. Because he knew very well that there were countless people who wanted to kill him. If there was one person in the mainland that most people wanted to kill, Su Li would definitely be ranked behind him.

Came to the dark and cold cell. Looking at the wolf boy who was covered in blood and flesh, with no intact part at all, Zhou Tong's expression didn't change at all, nor did he have any of the rumored perverted excitement, he was just calm.

Since he took over the Qing Dynasty Department on the orders of the Holy Empress, Zhou Tong has interrogated countless prisoners, been tortured countless times with his own hands, and has seen countless miserable situations. There are countless people who are worse than Broken Sleeves. It is impossible for him to be moved by this. But he doesn't think it's numbness, and he won't allow himself to be numb because of these bloody things. He insists that only by maintaining his original intention for work can he continue to maintain interest and freshness, and then can he maintain his sensitivity to many things.

Yes, Zhou Tong always thought this was just a job. He originally studied the books of sages and did not do well in policy analysis, so he turned to practice. He practiced well, but because he was too old, he did not have the opportunity to enter the inner sects of those sects to study, so he started to make connections and finally found his way to the Baicao Garden. I met the Holy Empress and took up this job. When you do something, you must love it and do your best conscientiously - whether it is reading books from sages, practicing Taoism, or currently punishing people in the world, Zhou Tong has always required this of himself, and facts have proven that he has indeed achieved it.

"At 6:15, you passed out from the pain. Counting the time, you should wake up from the pain now, so let me ask you again, if those two women are the wings of the demon princess Nanke, why didn't you fight with those two demon princesses? They teamed up as a couple to directly kill you, but instead acted separately, giving you the possibility to defeat them separately?"

Zhou Tong did not stand in front of Zhexiu and stare into his eyes to put pressure on him, nor did he read the files on the case.

He stood at the only vent in the dungeon, quietly looking at the stars in the night sky, looking a little careless.

The file on the case is the statement Zhexiu made to Meili Sha on the road. After Zhexiu came to Zhou Prison, he never said a word again. Zhou Tong knew very well that mental pressure would not have any impact on this wolf boy. significance. Zhou Tong read the file once and memorized all the contents, including the inconspicuous details. He felt that just like Liang Xiaoxiao's last words, there were many doubts in Zhexiu's statement, but he still asked casually. , because he knew that he didn’t need to pay too much attention, Zhexiu wouldn’t admit anything yet.

He asked that this paragraph was just a part of the work, a procedure, or process, and the things that must be done according to Zhou's rules - it was all work. Only after this paragraph was completed could the next part be carried out.

Listening to Zhou Tong's voice, Zhexiu finally reacted, but he remained silent and closed his eyes instead.

After returning to Kyoto from Han Qiucheng, Li Gong sent a cardinal to treat him personally. Now all the toxins in his body have been suppressed in his eyes. Although he is still unable to see, it should not get worse and his life is not in danger. He didn't care about these issues. He was more concerned about what happened in Zhou Garden, why did the sky in Zhou Garden collapse, and were Nanke and those masters of the demon clan dead? Is Chen Changsheng dead too? And... is Qijian's injury better now? Is he unconscious or has he woken up? ?

He was thinking about these things intently, hoping to alleviate the pain in this way, but his face became increasingly pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept rolling down his forehead.

A very fine needle was pierced between his eyebrows, and Zhou Tong held the needle's tail between his fingers and gently twisted it.

Zhou Tong's expression was very calm. It didn't look like he was being tortured, but more like a doctor rescuing his patient.

Zhexiu's breathing became faster and faster, his eyebrows furrowed more and more, and his body began to tremble violently.

The thin iron chains that passed through the body rubbed against the flesh, and all the rotten flesh and new tender flesh were scraped off.

Zhou Tong gently brushed the needle tail. Zhexiu had bitten his mouth until it was full of blood, but he could no longer hold on. He shouted in pain, and his hoarse voice echoed in the quiet and gloomy prison.

He wanted to pass out, but was too painful to do so.

Survival and death, pain and relief, everything is at Zhou Tong's fingertips.

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Mo Yu left Zhou Garden and headed towards the palace. The wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, making them undulate.

She thought it would be better if the car was pulled by a black sheep. But Black Sheep doesn't like Zhou Tong and will never follow her there.

Suddenly the car stopped.

She quietly looked at the curtain in front of the car and asked, "Your Highness, what do you want to do?"

Luoluo's voice was so clear and bright, just like the new leaves in early spring: "I want to tell you that just because your husband hasn't come back yet, it doesn't mean that there is no one left at the Chinese Academy of Education."