I have heard of the wonderful performance of Lord Mayali for a long time. Today I heard it, it is even more wonderful."

Faced with the praise of Little Holkin, Mayali nodded and thanked him, and Yi Ming responded without sincerity. There was still some time before the banquet ended. Since he and others could not get out immediately, it was the best way to use Little Holkin to block some boring noble merchants. In fact, Yi Ming didn't want to hold a banquet, which was a waste of money and was boring. If you have this time to go to the dungeon and ask the prisoners, it might be more valuable. But obviously others have completely different views on this, so Yi Ming had to compromise. Unlike Mei Li, he was never good at such lively and luxurious occasions. In Yi Ming's impression, in this occasion, he always hides his figure, hides in the darkness and keeps his eyes on the target, and is planning to do what to do or steal. Instead of wearing gorgeous clothes and chatting with those fat and big-eared nobles.

As a warrior who has been hunted for several years, lurking in the darkness and hiding his body has been firmly integrated into Yi Ming's blood. Since the day he became sensible, Yi Ming has been living this kind of life, hiding himself, destroying the enemy, hiding himself, and eliminating threats. He will never put himself in the sun, nor will he let himself appear in front of everyone at will. At this point, whether it is Meyari, Ice Fish, or Yi Ming's other partners, they are all "

Become a monk halfway through". Although the harsh life forced them to escape from the eyes of the crowd and hide themselves. But for them, if they had the chance, they still wanted to return to the front stage and live under the eyes of the crowd. However, hiding themselves has become Yi Ming's instinct. He does not like to appear in front of everyone as a lord, which will make Yi Ming feel that he has changed from a hunter to a prey. However, in order to maintain the confidence of the team, Yi Ming had to do so.

Of course he understood that rationally, he knew that in this world, he was only encountering "ordinary" troubles, not "abnormal" dangers. However, the darkness that penetrated his bones was trembling and uneasy. It was like a butcher, who one day was horrified to find himself lying on the slaughtering platform. Although there was no butcher, he knew that his destiny would be the same sooner or later.

However, for the sake of Meyali and for the sake of Ice Fish, Yiming controlled this instinctive fear.

They lived the life they wanted, lords, counts, legendary swordsmans, no matter what their identities were, at least they could guarantee that they could appear safely in front of everyone, rather than be frightened and afraid by them. But this kind of life was never what Yi Ming wanted. In the past world, although he was forced to lead his companions to avoid hunting, murder and wanted, Yi Ming was happy. After all, that kind of life was inseparable from his instinct. He also thought that one day, they would achieve their goals, and Yi Ming would disappear in front of everyone and live his life silently in a dark place.

Instead of appearing in front of everyone like this.

Mayali didn't notice it, and she couldn't have noticed these thoughts of Yiming. After all, every normal person wants to return to the sun after experiencing that kind of suffering. Can you imagine that a person who has lived in the sewer for decades would refuse a gorgeous and comfortable room?

However, now, this instinct seems to have returned to Yiming.

Detroit family.

They are definitely not facing the enemy head-on, but only hiding in the darkness to subdue their opponents. Yiming found that the situation was becoming more and more out of his own control. All of this was just because he had mastered the rights he had not been familiar with and walked onto the stage he had not been familiar with.

This shouldn't be the case.

When I saw Luka lying on the bed, unconscious and standing next to Meyali, I knew that things shouldn't be like this.

So at this moment, he was standing in the dungeon, looking at the muse who was imprisoned on the iron railing.

Judging from his appearance, he obviously thought Yi Ming was just jealous of himself and touching his woman. So although Muse pretended to be very honest on the surface, he did not surrender in his bones.

"I didn't expect that you are a man with such a narrow temperament. Lord Yiming."

Muse smiled slightly, and Yiming smiled slightly too.

"Honestly, I also feel a little stupid."

Yi Ming said, opening the door to the prison.

"Really, something that could have been solved easily, why did I have to delay it until now?"

"What do you......... do you want to do?"

The Muse stood up, but then he maintained that position and could not move for a moment.

"Don't move."

Yi Ming's voice was relaxed and sincere, as if he was chatting with a friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"I just want to get back some of the feelings I used to be, well…and, I think we need to have a good chat."

As he said that, Yi Ming took out a slender silver needle and put it in his hand, constantly playing with it.

"Tell me what exactly you want to do, so that I will make you suffer less."

"I don't understand what you mean......Woo!!"

Muse didn't finish his words, because Yi Ming had already kicked him hard at this moment. The severe and almost suffocating pain made Muse open his mouth like a fish that had reached the shore, and inhale with his eyes wide open. He trembled all over, but he still couldn't move half apart.

"Listen, boy."

Yi Ming looked at him with a sincere look.

"I've had enough, so you'd better not pretend to be stupid for me. I know what your family is doing in private. Now, it depends on whether you are willing to tell me yourself. If you refuse to say it, it doesn't matter. I have a better way to deal with you, and I hope you can endure it longer..."

"I, I don't know... what your... means,"

Muse was able to answer very reluctantly, and at this moment, beads of sweat as big as beans had already appeared on his forehead.

"That's a shame."

Yi Ming said, slowly stretching out his hand.

"Open."

With this sentence, Muse only felt his chin sink, and then opened his mouth wide. Yiming fiddled with the silver needle, then stabbed it into Muse's tooth and then pushed it upwards.

"Woo!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The pain that had never been seen before made Muse roar in pain. He struggled desperately, trying to ask for the terrible sharp blade between his teeth. The suffering, like sharpening a knife, was slowly tasting his whole body. And Yiming's expression was calm and leisurely, as if he was not doing torture, but drinking tea.

"Would you like to answer? Nod your head if you like it, otherwise don't do anything."

“………………………………”

silence.

“It seems that I really have a lot of time to enjoy.”

The painful wail sounded again, and this time, Muse was horrified to find that the skin on his body began to fall down as if it was torn by an invisible giant hand?!

"It will be better to control gravity at a point, which can only be said to be your misfortune. If it were Meali's words, I think she had a better way. But unfortunately, I want to do it with my own method now."

"Pai."

A piece of skin and clothing fell to the ground together, making a slight sound, and the bloody and bloody muscle layer was also displayed in front of the air for the first time.

"Do you want me to continue from where? Legs? Body? Hands? Or…..."

Yiming's eyes moved to Muse's face, and with his movement, Muse's skin quickly began to peel down. The sound of flesh tearing and the pressure of invisible force caused one side of his face to sag rapidly, and Muse at this moment finally began to frighten.

"I, my family will not let you go!"

"Don't forget who you are."

Yi Ming stretched out a finger and shook it gently.

"You are just a third heir. If you die, I believe the two above you will be very happy to see a competitor disappear, right?"

“……………My, my father…………”

"Tell me what you know."

Yiming took two steps back, and Muse's originally obvious facial sagging changed slightly.

"Otherwise, I'd bet you don't like seeing your skull coming out from under your scalp, don't you?"

Yiming's still relaxed and happy tone made Muse shudder. He asked others, but at that time, what Muse felt was just the excitement of conquering the same kind as a human being. But now Yiming gave him a completely different feeling. He was enjoying his own pain, and every trace of his own pain would be transformed into a spring for the other party's entertainment. Muse even believed that he didn't care about the secrets he had at all, but did this just to torture him.

"Say? Or continue to provide me with fun? You know, I have other ways, well... maybe I should ask Marien to come over again......"

If Marien knew Yi Ming’s thoughts at this moment, she would have given up the magic she had learned without hesitation.

"I, I said……………”

Under the chain of pain, pain and fear, Muse finally lowered his head and spoke slowly.

"Actually, I don't know what my father wants to do..."

"I don't need to know what you really want to do."

Yiming interrupted Muse without hesitation.

"I just want to know what you did."

"I, I am just the third heir to the family!"

Unlike his romantic appearance before, the muse now has a sad face and almost burst into tears.

"I'm just doing some ordinary jobs, such as making dream fans..."

"What is that?"

"It's the powder refined by magic flowers..."

"How many people know how to make this thing?"

Yi Ming's face finally became serious.

"This is a high-level secret, only my father knows..."

“Continue.”

Yi Ming breathed a sigh of relief. If everyone knew the manufacturing process of this thing, it would become even more troublesome in the future. Fortunately, it seems that it is still in a "monopoly" state. Then, as long as this head is destroyed, everything will be easy.

"My job is to distribute the fantasy powder all over the place, and to find the planting places for magic flowers...this is the only thing I do. I just report the location of the fantasy flower to my father, and then get the fantasy powder from him, and then distribute it downwards..."

"So why don't those who sell it know why they sell it and who they get it from?"

"Because, when we trade with them, we will use this fantasy fan to erase their memories..."

Yi Ming nodded, his smile relaxed and happy.

"Mr. Muse, I have to say, I really admire you."

"I admire...I...?"

"Yes, in this case, you can even lie, and, I think, you must hope that someone can save the beauty... No, save the handsome guy."

As Yi Ming spoke, two black lights suddenly appeared in his hand. Gan Jiang Mo Ye swung across like thunder with an independent consciousness, blocking the attack from the silent sting from behind.

"What a pity, although your talented warrior is very powerful, it is only to this level."
Chapter completed!