Feng Yun replied quickly: "There will always be a big shot. There is no perfect plan in this world! Check it slowly,

No hurry. Night demon, a gentleman will take revenge, it will not be too late for ten years."

"Mr. Yun is right."

Fang Che cut off the communication.

Thousands of miles away, Feng Yun felt his eyebrows and walked around the room with his hands on his back.

Liangshang sighed.

Communicating with the Five Spirit Gu, taking out the communication jade, and sending a message to Feng Han: "Dad, have you really never doubted your second uncle back then?"

Feng Han didn't reply.

Feng Yun was silent for a while, sighed and smiled bitterly, and then sent a message to Feng Xue: "Where have you gone?"

Feng Xue replied: "Mingren should be here in the afternoon. Xiaohan and the others have already solved the Qingming Palace, and the end is already in the process. Xiaohan and the others and Aunt Bing Zuhong have already arrived near the Shenshui Palace. I mainly want to investigate things on the road, otherwise I can't keep up if I go."

Feng Xue was not good at Jian Si said that he had led the way with confidence, but he actually went in the wrong direction. Although it was not very serious,

But this kind of thing is better not to be exposed after all.

"good."

Feng Yun pondered for a moment and sent a message: "Be careful and try to be hidden. No matter what happens, send me a message as soon as possible."

"Okay, don't worry, it's okay."

"Everything is cautious. The direction of the sword is lost."

"I understand! I understand! Oh, you're so annoying--"

Feng Xue was so embarrassed that she said to the guard beside her: "It's so annoying! I won't say it if I guessed it? Isn't it all my father blamed? What does it have to do with me!"

The guards didn't speak.

He hehe, you got lost with your father, and you were so righteous and proud that Feng Yun cut off the communication and sighed, and sent another message: "After Feng Xue secretly, you are not allowed to be exposed at all, especially when you bet on the sword. No matter who you are, even my grandfather, you are not allowed to expose your whereabouts. I only have one to freeze, Feng Xue is safe. Leave one hair, you will come and see you!"

"Yes, Mr. Yun."

Feng Yun put down the communication jade.

His eyes were once again focused on the word "Night Demon".

Sighing softly, "Ye Demon, you are not stupid. But Ye Demon, you can't be stupid!"

That night.

The guardian of the art is full of wine and full of food and drink. The artist refuses to name him, and he is currently called "Qi Da".

Beg for two, beg for art.

Lying in their own room, sleeping loudly, snoring soundly.

This extremely comfortable and snoring sound made Feng Nuan, who was far away, not asleep for a night.

Until the second half of the night.

Feng Nuan poured down his last glass of wine, raised his glass in the direction of the snoring, and drank it all in one go.

morning.

Ning Zaifei led a dozen people into the hall room and took the artist out.

Enter the torture council.

All three were tied to the shelf with large fonts.

He was so angry that he sprayed wine in his mouth and laughed: "Ning Zaifei, you invited us to drink last night. We know. I won't scold you today. Come on, show your methods, let you see if our guardians are manly enough, my brother can do it, can you embarrass the guardians!"

Ning Zaifei's eyes shot out like a wolf: "Yiwei, really don't want to say anything? Even if you reveal something, I can make the decision and let Yiwei go more easily."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Qi Da looked proudly at Ning Zaifei: "Maybe we can't hold on, we've said everything, hahaha---"

Ning Zaifei bowed and said lightly: "That's the case, offend!"

"Punishment!"

Fang Che did not write in the study.

But his eyes stayed on a page and had not turned over for a full hour.

noon.

"Dongdong."

Is anyone knocking?

"Come in."

Ning Zaifei walked in.

"How?" Fang Che looked up, his eyes feeling depressed.

"As expected, I don't say anything."

Ning Zaifei is a little depressed.

Fang Che was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe it is Ning Baodao who will not work anymore and will not torture him?"

Ning Zaifei smiled bitterly: "One morning, all kinds of punishments, pulling nails, cutting down the lower body, infusing poisonous insects, shaving bones and flesh, splitting tendons, and so on, all of them were all done three times."

He sighed and said, "I didn't scold anyone."

He paused and said, "There is really no way. Ye Demon, please give me some fun."

Fang Che said coldly: "Ning Guardian, use words to invoke swords!"

"yes."

"I want to give them some pleasure, but the Chief Justice Hall is now in internal and external troubles. If we give them some pleasure, we are afraid that someone will give us some pleasure!"

Fang Che said coldly: "Don't you understand this section?"

"Why."

It's better to sigh.

"Have your injuries recovered?" Fang Che asked.

"Yes, it's recovered."

Ning Zaifei felt a little heartbroken: "One morning, nine rehabilitation pills were wasted."

"The interrogation is suspended in the afternoon."

Fang Che said lightly: "You go out with me to do business. Tonight, I will come to see how hard the guardian's bones are."

"good."

Ning Zaifei breathed a sigh of relief.

He really doesn't want to interrogate this person.

Especially today, the artist didn't even scold him except for his uncontrollable screams.

This made Ning Zaifei unable to say what was in his heart.

As soon as I heard something fertile in the afternoon, Ning Zaifei suddenly felt a sense of being out of the sea of ​​suffering. As long as I didn't let me continue to interrogate this art person, even if I was asked to force my sword to the sea of ​​fire, I would like to have a sword.

Had lunch.

The autumn sun shines brightly.

The autumn wind whistled and rolled over from the sky. The clouds flowed over the sky and drifted over at high speed, one by one, like soldiers who received the assembly order.

Go ahead and gather quickly.

Fang Che wore a three-star dark pattern high crown, a star pattern blurred friendship robe, and a black-colored sky with its shoulders; a blurred starlight deep purple belt with its waist: its feet on the black battle boots.

The waist of the friendship knife hovers.

Press the handle of the knife with your hand, and the dragon walks and tiger walks out.

Ning was dressed in the same outfit, but he didn't have a high crown on his head and followed with his hands behind his back.

"Team 1, 2, 5, 6! Gather!"

A command.

With a rush.

Six hundred people gathered.

Fang Che's face seemed to be stormy, and his eyes were cold: "Zhou Yichun!"

"I'm here!"
Chapter completed!