However, when the knife in Gu Yan's hand was still a little distance from his neck, he felt empty in his hand and giggled in a voice: "If you die, what will I take to see Jingzhao Yin?"

Gu Yan said tragically: "I just kill someone but I just need to press the ground. Mr. Silver-faced, you don't have any room for anything?"

Yan Qingrui said, "Good question, killing people is just a tip to the ground. If you kill those eleven innocent people, what kind of resentment do you have to do with three of them? Do you want to throw their children to death in front of them and kill their husbands in front of them? You may think of their despair when they die?"

Gu Yan knew that he was cruel and bloodthirsty. He enjoyed torture and killing, especially killing his relatives he valued the most in front of others. He felt the man's despair, pain, helplessness, grief and anger.

At this moment, Yan Qingrui said it lightly, and he was speechless. Everyone would always kill him. Since he had already reached this situation, what else could he say?

Yan Qingrui said coldly: "You should be glad that you did not act so arrogantly to those three women, otherwise, today, you will be incomplete in my hands!"

Gu Yan shuddered. He had heard that Fan Ling, a man who had insulted women, would inevitably be castrated when he fell into the hands of the silver-faced man.

He was not a woman and only liked to kill people. At this moment, he still felt that his legs were cold again, and he fought with each other for no reason.

Facing Yan Qingrui's cold and clear gaze, he had no fighting spirit in his heart and said dejectedly: "I'll go with you!"

He struggled to stand up, but suddenly felt that the feeling of coldness between his legs was real, as if wind was pouring in. This feeling was felt not only between his legs, but also between his chest, behind his back, and on several fatal heavy acupoints on his body.

With the hazy moonlight, he looked down.

This time he saw it really made him frightened, and he could hardly stand up when he fought with both sides.

His chest, big hole, and wherever he felt wind poured in, his clothes had been destroyed, and that was a hole cut out by a sharp weapon.

Where else can these holes come from? Of course, it cannot be made by him.

Just now, he had already woven a net in front of his body with a knife light. He had absolutely confidence in that net, and it was hard to get in. In the net that it was hard to get in, at least five fatal places had broken clothes on his body, but it did not hurt his skin.

He looked at the silver-faced man in shock.

What did this person who looks like a person who is not tall, not burly, and not murderous intent, who is not able to feel it in the night?

Isn’t this person’s martial arts unfathomable?

It's ridiculous that he was thinking about escaping a way out just now.

It's ridiculous. He thought that he would have a life of life if he escaped to the capital?

In the capital, the silver-faced man did not appear that month. He thought that he would definitely live freely here with his own means. He was really wrong.

At this moment, his heart was ashamed. He didn't think about it anymore, and let Yan Qingrui tie him up and take him to the Jingzhao Yin Yamen.

In the middle of the night, the quiet Jingzhao Yin Yamen, Shi Shiang at the door opened his mouth, and was extremely majestic. The drum of grievance stood quietly in front of the Yamen. Yan Qingrui picked up the drum hammer and beat the big drum.

It was when people fell asleep peacefully. In Jingzhao Yin's rear yamen, Ma Chun was furious. He had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by a drum sound.
Chapter completed!