In the Northern Palace, Gu Jingxu was dragged into the room by Su Yanzhi and was pressed against the wall. Gu Jingxu was not surprised at all.

His waist hit the wall, and before he could take a breath, Su Yanzhi grabbed his shoulders, grabbed his chin with his hand, and lowered his eyes, "They are your dead soldiers, right?"

Although he was asked with questions, Gu Jingxu knew that Su Yanzhi must have investigated clearly about his possession of the Twelve Dead Soldiers.

But what if the investigation is clear? What if we know that the Twelve Dead Men have come to the North Country? How many people can execute the Twelve Dead Men in today's world?

In terms of individual strength, he believed that any one of the Twelve Dead Soldiers was much stronger than the hundreds of thousands of generals in the Northern Kingdom.

He lowered his pale eyes and didn't say a word.

Su Yanzhi held the man in his arms, leaned against him, bit his earlobe, and said, "Tell me, how many people are here."

Gu Jingxu: "..."

While frowning, he coughed twice, "You can't find them, Su Yanzhi, are you afraid too, right?"

Once the dead soldiers come out, how many people in the world can fight?

"Afraid? I climbed up from the dead, so what am I afraid of?"

Su Yanzhi smiled and untied the belt that Gu Jingxu was wearing, which was not very good. "I know you won't tell me. Your Highness, the crown prince, protects people the most."

While kissing, he asked quietly, "I'm very curious, when did you send the letter from outside?"

Gu Jingxu: "..."

With pale lips, he turned his face, closed his eyes, and still said nothing. When his breathing became heavy, the belt around his waist had already fallen to the ground.

He had no strength left. When his clothes were torn apart, a little water fell down his legs, mixed with a little red thread, just like a few rose petals floating in the water. The red was eye-catching, although not much.

, but still bright.

Gu Jingxu's breathing was trembling, and she nestled against the wall without saying anything, just enduring it.

After enduring it for an hour, he was covered in sweat and filthy. He could no longer stand. When Su Yanzhi held him in his arms, he had no way to struggle.

The hair fell between his neck, adding some darkness to his paleness. After Su Yanzhi relieved him, he let go of him, leaned back a little, and breathed heavily, "Your Highness, it's really good to use.

"

Gu Jingxu squatted on the ground. He wanted to stand up, but the pain in his abdomen was so severe that he could no longer straighten up. Some of it was due to Su Yanzhi's torture, and some of it was due to the poison of the "Heavenly Match" in his body.

Jun Lan said that this poison will slowly erode the internal organs of those who touch it. The more times it touches him, the deeper the poison will be, and all the internal organs will be damaged. By then, there will be nothing left.

As a medium, although he is not in danger of his life, he will still feel the pain of "empathizing with his own body". The poison will gather in his abdomen and then be transmitted to Su Yanzhi through him.

There was sweat on Su Yanzhi's brows, but there was no emotion in the handsome man's eyes. He looked at the squatting man with a calm expression, "His Royal Highness, you are so talented. After being tortured like this by me, you can still send messages to the outside."

"I'll give you a chance to tell you where they are?"

Gu Jingxu: "..."

The squatting man gritted his teeth and clenched his hands. He still didn't say a word.

Su Yanzhi looked at the closed window. The sunlight outside was shining warmly on the window, "Are they... watching here?"

He leisurely took two steps forward, picked up Gu Jingxu, opened the window, and pressed him against the window sill.

The guards outside immediately dispersed, and Gu Jingxu was also trembling a little because his clothes were not neatly dressed. Just now, at least the house was separated by a wall, but now it was on the window sill.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"
Chapter completed!