Yan Ping has seen that since the monk appeared by his side, all kinds of unlucky things have come one after another.

He felt that the most wrong thing was that he bit the person he should not be provoked like a headless fly. The most fatal thing was that he also exposed the people behind him. Maba suffered a great loss from Wu Yonglin a few days ago and bit a hedgehog against the brave and courageous Wu Yonglin dog. He didn't know how to start, so he moved his target to Yan Ping like a mad dog.

Yan Ping did the stupidest thing at such a tight moment. He put himself in the box again. The moment he saw Princess Yun, the woman was still so charming and affectionate, and the enthusiasm that she wanted to swallow him in one mouthful burned his last trace of reason without a trace. Why did he send himself here so carelessly? He didn't know why he sent him here.

Yan Ping and Princess Yun were caught in the bed. Maba stared at him with a pair of cold eyes. The angry King Yun Dan kicked his lower body directly, and a piercing pain made him faint. He might have expected the ending today, but he also destroyed the lifeline of himself and those behind him.

When he woke up again, his hands and feet were tied to a huge cross behind him, and his whole body was in ache. The only thing he was glad that his little brother was still alive. I heard that Maba had a hobby of collecting such things. His favorite thing was to soak this thing in a transparent glass bottle to make a specimen.

"Boy, I'll give you a chance to frame this on the monk, just say that he instructed you to do this, and I can give you a pleasure."

"Do you think I will believe your nonsense? A eunuch's words are like something you lose under your crotch. They will always become a joke in my eyes and are endless."

"Test me, beat me hard."

The sound of whipping the flesh in the prison echoed in this cold space. A scholar maintained his own integrity, and he seemed to have only this inventory that made him proud of himself in his bone marrow. If this was his final destination, he didn't seem to regret it.

The Tubo man was venting various torture instruments on Yan Ping's body. When the various tortures he had been proud of did not receive the expected results on this thin Wei Chaoren, he racked his brains to think about ways to continue to torture him. Lord Maba had already walked away boredly. He needed to go out for some breath and drink a sip of tea. A guy who could never pry his mouth open, leaving his original plan without any progress, and he had to find another way.

Yan Ping was sitting naked on a specially made 8-shaped seat. The Tubo man, who was like King Yama, took away all the pain on his body. His limbs were numb, his skin was blooming all over his body, and a thin bamboo tube was inserted into his waist. The blood in his body was flowing out bit by bit along the bamboo tube. After the heat in his body was flowing out, it meant he was dead. At this moment, he was tied with a bell. This was the last killer move of the Tubo man, because when a person watched his life slowly pass, he would gradually begin to weaken. The moment he roamed the bell, it meant that he would surrender to him.

The two pairs of sinister eyes in the dark looked at all this silently. For a persistence that lasts until death, their best way is to fulfill this guy who is not afraid of death. Wasting too much effort on this madman will only become more and more doubting his ability to force confession. They can now be sure that even if Yan Ping dies, he may not touch the bell.

The group of people under Yan Ping still came over. The sword light and sword shadow in the front hall seemed to have no effect on the people in prison. Maba had absolute confidence in the net of heaven and earth he set up. Even if someone like a monk came, he would be shot into a hornet's nest.

After a hundred secrets and one after another, a few capable people finally reached the middle of the dungeon, but their bodies were filled with various arrows. The only thing that could support them was perhaps the only blood that had not yet been left in their bodies.

A big man from the world held a long sword and was about to pounce over to cut off a Tubo man who was like a roadblock. Before he could get close, the partition under his feet was suddenly taken away. Before he could react, he was pierced through his body by the dense steel nails below.

The Tubo people behind rushed into the wet, crowded, and cold dungeon like a tide. The people who were blocked from their way out had no time to think about it, so they fought with these people in a place.

At this time, there is no need for too fancy moves. As long as you take out the ruthlessness in your body, you will not fall down immediately. Death is no longer considered from the moment you come in. Yan Ping gave them too many things worth paying for with life. If Yan Ping cannot be rescued from here, it actually means that the trajectory of the family will be connected again with poverty, hunger, and homelessness. They have only been in such a year for such a life, and they hope that time will last longer and longer.

A ghostly figure suddenly jumped up from the body of the Jianghu people. With the help of the wooden railing on the cell next to her, she easily crossed the trap and rushed towards the back of the dungeon. When the people on the edge of the dungeon reacted, Qianying had already jumped into the dungeon where Yan Ping was imprisoned. Looking at Yan Ping who was dying and ignoring his life and death, Bier had already cried.

Perhaps Yan Ping had known that these people would come, and that Bier could see him. As for saving him, he seemed a little delusional. After seeing Bier, the only sentence he could squeeze out was: "You shouldn't have come, it's not worth it."

"I went to ask that monk. He didn't think of you as a friend, so he chose to stand by and watch. He said he had something more important to do, which would only expose his plan in advance."

“We were not friends at all.”

"I think it's not too late for us to be friends now." After a rumbling sound, a big hole cut by a sharp blade appeared on the wall behind Yan Ping, and a familiar voice echoed in the ears of the two people. Then, a group of black-clothed men came in from behind the hole. Bier was already excited to pounce on her.

"Brother Wu, you're here. If you were one or three minutes later, I'm afraid..."

"You guys are too, as stubborn as donkeys. I have all given you so obvious hints that you have to bring people here to die. This is also good. It has attracted their attention for us and rescued this guy, which is considered to be even.

Zhang Hu, you evacuate according to the route we planned with Yan Ping on your back. Brother Mao and I went over to pick up the brothers. Luo Pingyang took action when he looked for an opportunity in the dark. I have long seen those little bastards disliked, and it was just enough to kill them."

Wu Yonglin and Mao Zixing waved their swords to strangle the Tubo people who rushed up. They could always make up for each other in the right place. After a whirlwind, the Tubo people were frightened by the two of them and fled. However, the only exit in the narrow dungeon was blocked by a trap covered with steel nails. The Tubo people who arrived behind pushed the hesitant Tubo people in front of them directly. In order to escape the pursuit of the two, they were left with the only way to sacrifice their former robes.

Several heroes from the world who had already been determined to die looked at the reinforcements falling from the sky, and for a moment they were very confident and solved the Tubo people who had just arrived. The corpse path seemed not very reliable. After these knifes, they finally became solid. Then they stepped on and quickly met with the man in black who came to pick him up.
Chapter completed!