The Fierce Illegitimate Miss: 158 Drill for Laozi!

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Feng Shangshu's body trembled even worse when she heard Yu Linglong's words.

Who is this woman, how can she know everything! ?

As the saying goes, no officials are not greedy, if it is not for this glory and wealth, who would be willing to work in the court with fear, Feng Shangshu of course knows that relying on his meager salary, it is impossible to save such a large amount. If the family business is investigated carefully, I am afraid that more than half of his wealth is unclean.

Of course he could hear the threatening meaning of Yu Linglong's words, and he also knew that if Yu Linglong was not given an explanation today, the father and son would not want to get out of this wishful gambling house.

It's just that he is so painful, this is eight hundred thousand taels of silver!

But can he not give it? In case of a head-to-head confrontation with Yu Linglong, he may not be able to gain the upper hand. What's more, if this matter becomes a big deal, Feng's industries are bound to attract the attention of the court. When the time comes, I am afraid that the matter will not be concealed. Lived...

If that person is brought out, then he will be completely over, and it is even possible to destroy the nine races...

When I think of that person, Feng Shangshu is even more frightened. He gritted his teeth and finally said: "Wang Hao, I didn't want to give this money, but... It's just that I really can't make up so much, Wang Hao. Look, can you take less?"

Yu Linglong glanced at Feng Shangshu contemptuously, which was really interesting, and even negotiated the price with her, when she was a vegetable market?

With a small white porcelain smile, Yu Linglong looked at Feng Shangshu with interest, and said, "Master Feng, haven't you heard of it? There are two kinds of debts in the world that cannot be owed. One is gambling debt, and the other is prostitute debt. If everyone is like you, how can we do business? Just go to the Northwest Wind!"

Feng Shangshu gritted his teeth at hearing, but didn't dare to have an attack. Is Yu Linglong teasing him? Who doesn't know the strength of Royal Palace Xu, is it possible that if he doesn't pay his 800,000 taels of silver, Yu Linglong really wants to drink the northwest?

Looking at his volatile face, Yu Linglong continued: "It's just that, you are a magistrate of the Ministry of War after all. Since you and my husband are officials in the same court, I'm reluctant to do it. Give you a favor."

Feng Shangshu’s heart that had fallen to the bottom was brought back by Yu Linglong's words. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes glowing with hope, and said repeatedly: "Really? Thank you, Princess. Thank you, Princess!"

Yu Linglong stretched out her hand to stop his kowtow movement, and said leisurely: "That said, we are in business here after all, if anyone can be like Master Feng, after having a good time However, we have no choice but to close the door."

The smile on Feng Shangshu's face froze, and he fixedly looked at Yu Linglong, not understanding what Yu Linglong meant.

Blowing on her pale pink nails, Yu Linglong said leisurely: "It's okay if you don't pay the money, but your son has to pay a price for losing so much money with me, right?" /

Feng Shangshu finally understood Yu Linglong's words, and immediately said: "Yes, yes, this rebellious child...this **** is really shameless. As long as the princess can raise his hand, he will do whatever he wants to do with the princess!"

From Yu Linglong’s words, he heard a bit of room for negotiation. He was overjoyed for a while. As long as he didn’t force him to take out the 800,000 taels of silver, Feng Sihuai, the prodigal son, would pay a little price. It will do his life!

Hearing these categorical words, the pale Feng Sihuai looked at Feng Shangshu dumbfounded: "Father! I..."

He was really frightened by Yu Linglong. The woman chopped off one of his fingers without blinking her eyes. Now she may use some terrible means. He is delicate and expensive. Can his body stand up to the toss?

It was Feng Shangshu that surprised him even more. Before he understood how Yu Linglong was going to deal with him, he agreed to hand him over to Yu Linglong. What if Yu Linglong really killed him? Isn't Feng Shangshu, the father, doesn't feel distressed at all?

Feng Sihuai only feels uncomfortable in his heart. This feeling is the kind of betrayal and betrayal that hurts his heart.

Feng Shangshu didn’t have time to consider Feng Sihuai’s mood. He quickly got up from the ground, stood humbly in front of Yu Linglong, with a flattering smile on his face, and said to Yu Linglong, "Wang Hao, you see What to do with this kid? When can I take him away?"

I stared deeply at Feng Sihuai, who was full of shock, and Yu Linglong's face showed an inexplicable smile.

"If he wants, you can take him away now."

The humble smile on Feng Shangshu's face widened, and he thanked him again and again: "Thank you for the princess's grace, thank you for the princess's kindness——"

I didn't even look at his cheerful face at all, Yu Linglong coldly interrupted his busy thank you: "It's just that I have the final say on where to go."

As soon as these words were said, Qinghuahu and others removed the partition in front of them, revealing the room behind them.

With a soft finger like a green onion, he nodded over there, Yu Linglong looked at the frightened father and son with a smile, and said softly: "Go out over there, I'll forgive you."

Looking at the weird and inexplicable room over there, Feng Shangshu and his son were completely frightened. Feng Sihuai even sat on the ground with his **** ass, and his bloodless face was even scared to death gray.

In front of them was an empty room. There was not even a furnishing in it. The doors and windows on the left and right were all nailed to the boards, and even a trace of light could not come in.

There are countless iron wires tied to the wooden board, and they are criss-crossed in the room, leaving no room. Every iron wire is covered with dense iron thorns. The sharp cold light pierced the scalp. Tingling.

Such a weird room, let alone a big living person, even if it is a small mouse, it will be bloodied by iron thorns when it gets into it!

For Feng Sihuai's fine-skinned young man, can he endure the pain of iron thorns penetrating every skin on his body and go through this room? Even if he can hold back the pain, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of here alive!

Feng Shangshu and his son looked at the dizzying iron thorn, and couldn't say a word in shock.

Even if the Blue and White Tiger walked over and unlocked the lock on the fence, indicating that Feng Sihuai could come out of the cage, he did not notice. His eyes were just staring at the terrible situation in the room, and his face was full. Horrified.

Yu Linglong didn’t take the time to admire the fearful expressions of their father and son. She stretched out her hand to pick up a piece of sandalwood, put it in the incense burner, and slowly blew the fire to light the incense, and then looked at Feng Sihuai calmly. , Said lightly: "I will give you time for a stick of incense."

Feng Sihuai suddenly woke up from fear when the words fell. He crawled to Feng Shang to write, and hugged his legs tightly with both hands, crying like a child who had made a mistake. Say: "Father! I don't want it! I don't want to get through there! You save me, save me daddy!"

Feng Shangshu was revived by his screaming cry, and subconsciously looked down at his son.

At this moment, he is no longer the usual slouchy boy, but rather like a bereaved bereavement dog, holding his pants tightly with bloodstained hands, crying with snot all over his face. With tears, lips trembled, startled and scared, and even said intermittently: "Father, please...you give her money, save me..."

When it comes to silver, Feng Shangshu suddenly remembered.

Eight hundred thousand taels, that's eight hundred thousand taels!

Feng Shangshu felt heartache for a while, he was so cruel, he kicked Feng Sihuai with a kick, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and he shouted: "What are you doing when you lose? Give it to Laozi! Get in there!"

Unexpectedly, Feng Shangshu raised his leg and kicked. Feng Sihuai was caught off guard. He rolled to the edge of the barbed wire. He only heard a chick. His clothes had been scratched by iron thorns, and he was directly scratched on his back. A deep bloodstain!

Feng Sihuai was so painful that he was crying and howling, and yelled: "No, I won't drill—"

Feng Shangshu's eyes were bloodshot, as if enchanted, he strode forward, picked up Feng Sihuai, and threw it directly into the barbed wire full of sharp thorns!

"Lao Tzu's family has been ruined by you. You can't stand the pain? Or you can get through or die here!"

Feng Sihuai fell heavily on the wire fence, and his heavy body crushed a large piece of iron wire down, but the iron thorn on the wire also pierced his skin deeply. Feng Sihuai screamed in pain, and quickly climbed. He got up and wanted to get out of it, but he was surrounded by terrible iron thorns. No matter how he broke, he couldn't get through. Instead, he got deeper and deeper in the barbed wire.

The sharp iron thorn relentlessly pierced his body, pulling his skin into blood. The more he struggled, the deeper and more the iron thorn, until in the end, he was covered all over his body. The iron wire was so shaved that it was completely unrecognizable, and this room covered with barbed wire was only a half past.

His screams resounded in the room, but they couldn't attract anyone's sympathy. Yu Linglong sat quietly on the armchair, as if just watching a lively show. Qinghuahu and others stood behind her, their expressionless faces hidden in the dark, looking very cold.

Feng Shangshu stared at Feng Sihuai's movements without blinking. Strings of cold sweat slipped on his face, and the muscles of his cheeks were twitching uncontrollably. Obviously, he saw his son on the wire fence with his own eyes. Struggling here is not something that makes people feel comfortable.

It's just that his heart is more worried. In case Feng Sihuai can't walk through the time of a stick of incense, then the eight hundred thousand taels of silver will be given to Yu Linglong!

When he felt anxious in his heart, he became even more nonchalant. Amidst Feng Sihuai’s terrifying screams, Feng Shangshu’s roar was mixed: "Hurry up and drill! Hurry up and drill for Laozi!"

No one knows whether Feng Sihuai has heard his father’s urging. Everyone can only see that in the end, no one inch of Feng Sihuai’s skin is intact. The whole person has become a blood gourd, and he passed by The place was covered with his broken skin and flesh everywhere, and the whole room was full of heavy blood, vomiting.

Only the last iron wire is left. Feng Sihuai was spitting blood in his mouth, and crawled forward with difficulty. The palm and arm that stretched out to the iron wire seemed to have been peeled off, completely turning blood red. The white bones were already exposed in the place, Feng Sihuai stretched out that terrible hand and tried his best to grab the last wire.

As long as you climb over, everything can be over...

But he can't walk through.

The experience just now was only a short period of time, but it was like walking through hell. Feng Sihuai trembled his lips and couldn't make a groan. There was blood dripping everywhere on his body. The wire was close at hand, and he couldn't reach it anyway. The blood-red hand froze in the air, and finally froze into a weird posture. He didn't have a trace of strength anymore.

Seeing that he fell before the finish line, Feng Shangshu was furious at the other end: "How come I gave birth to such a useless thing as you, quickly climb over! It's almost!"

Feng Sihuai didn't seem to hear his voice, and he fell motionless in a pool of blood, as if he had stopped breathing.

Yu Linglong silently looked at Feng Shangshu who was yelling at him, and suddenly felt that they were a bit pitiful.

She did not pity Feng Sihuai, but pity his father, Feng Shangshu.

What kind of magic power does money and status have that can make a father treat his own flesh and blood so cruelly? At this moment, Feng Shangshu seems to have not noticed that Feng Sihuai is struggling with life and death. His brain is full of that. Eight hundred thousand taels of silver are his own power.

Is such a person worthy of being called a human?

If Feng Sihuai could survive, would he still recognize this almost inhuman father?

The sandalwood scent in the air has long since diffused, but no one uttered a sound. Only Feng Shangshu cursed Feng Sihuai, who had fallen to the ground endlessly, as if he wanted to use his own curse to subdue the dying Feng Sihuai. Stand up on the ground.

After a long time, Yu Linglong spoke coldly.

"Enough."

Feng Shangshu's curse stopped abruptly. He quickly glanced at the deserted incense burner, turning to Yu Linglong's face and gradually turning into a look of pity.

"Wang Hao, he...he is passing by. You see, it's a little bit close."

He really hates that useless son, just the last wire, why can't he climb over?

Yu Linglong's face was calm, she didn't even look at Feng Sihuai, who was almost a corpse, but said coldly: "He didn't even pass a finger."

A word has extinguished Feng Shangshu's last illusion.

Ignoring Feng Sihuai, who doesn’t know whether it’s alive or dead, Feng Shangshu followed Yu Linglong, pleading, "Wang Hao, raise your hand high, please open your favor, give it a limit--"

Yu Linglong walked outside the door with Blue and White Tiger and others before stopping.

"I will give you seven days, eight hundred thousand taels of silver, not a small amount, and send it to the Xu Palace."

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