So, we found a relatively flat place nearby and set up camp.

Dongming Ziyu and Shangguan Ruoli got out of the carriage and came to the three survivors.

The three of them were lying in the snow like a puddle of mud. Their hand tendons and hamstrings were severed, their jaws were removed, and their internal strength was wasted.

Mo Wen ordered: "Light the fire."

Then he walked up to a dead soldier, pinched his fingers with his hands, and when he squeezed hard, he heard a crisp sound of bones breaking.

The man let out a scream, with his fingers connected to his heart, and big beads of sweat oozed from his head.

The dead man's fingers that Mo Wen pinched were already like noodles. The bones inside were broken, but the skin was intact.

Without asking or saying anything, he just crushed his fingers one by one. There was no cruel and bloodthirsty expression on his face, instead he was smiling with interest.

This look reminded Shangguan Ruoli of a child playing with plastic bubbles.

This child is not as kind and good-tempered as he seems on the surface.

The screams resounded through the night sky, startling countless birds.

The other two were curled up and trembling a little.

After finishing squeezing the dead man's ten fingers, Mo Wen pinched the man's wrist, lifted it up and shook it, shaking it like a glove.

He smiled and asked: "How was it? Is it fun?"

"Woooo..." The dead man burst into tears of pain.

Mo Wen smiled faintly, knocked out his teeth with one punch, and then closed his jaw, "Tell me, who is he?"

The dead man's mouth was full of blood, but he refused to confess.

Mo Wen smiled lightly and said: "It doesn't matter, I have plenty of time to play with you."

Mo Xiang came back after taking care of several horses. When he saw this, he said, "Let's compete to see who gets rid of them first?"

Mo Wen smiled and said, "Okay! I crushed that person's arms last time, so that person resorted to it. This one is a tough talker. I wonder if he will persist until he becomes a pile of meat."

As he said that, he pinched the dead soldier's wrist, and heard a cracking sound of bones breaking.

Don't even think about walking up to the second dead man and knocking out his teeth first to prevent him from hiding poison in his teeth or biting his tongue to commit suicide. Then he took out a knife and started peeling off the skin.

Shangguan Ruoli reflexively felt his teeth sour and frowned.

Dongming Ziyu said softly: "The fire has been lit. Let's go and warm ourselves up. Leave this to them, otherwise it will affect your appetite."

In fact, Shangguan Ruoli wanted to deal with the third one and compete with Mo Wen and Mo Xiang. But there were many people here and he was afraid of being known as ruthless, so he decided not to do it.

As soon as I sat down by the fire, I saw Ruhua coming over with two pheasants, "I want to eat beggar's chicken."

Well, seeing as this guy has accomplished some meritorious deeds, I will satisfy her injustice.

Shangguan Ruoli said to Sassoon: "Go to the carriage to get seasonings, remember to bring some chili powder."

When Ruhua heard the presence of chili powder, her eyes felt a little strange, and they looked watery under the firelight.

Dongming Ziyu coughed slightly and gently straightened Shangguan Ruoli's cloak.

Ruhua put down the pheasant and said: "I will hunt some other prey, roast some more, and patrol the area by the way."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Come back when you smell it!" Shangguan Ruoli used a dagger to pare the branch, preparing to use it to pierce the flesh later.

Dongming Ziyu said displeasedly: "You are kind to him!"

Shangguan Ruoli raised his eyes and glanced at him, leaned over to kiss him, and said with a smile: "He is not our slave, nor is he a subordinate. When outsiders help, they must express it."

Upon hearing Shangguan Ruoli say that Ruhua is an outsider, Dongming Ziyu raised the corners of his lips and felt better.

A series of screams came from Mo Wen and Mo Xiang, making the entire camp quiet. Everyone was working silently and looking in that direction every now and then.

"I said, I said..." The one who was not tortured was the first to speak.

Mo Wen and Mo Xiang looked at each other, stopped and looked at the dead soldier.

The man said vaguely: "We are King Li's people, there are just a few of us, and we are all here."

Mo Wen sneered, "Lie!"

At least there were people who were shooting hidden arrows in the dark, and they were taken care of by the people in the dark area.

Mo Xiang said with a smile: "He's anxious before it's his turn. Why don't we put him on the fire and roast him first? Sprinkle some salt and chili powder on him later and let the brothers taste human flesh."

The dead man whose bones were crushed looked at the man with contempt: Idiot!

Mo thought: "Let him watch enough drama first, how boring would it be to die happily?"

Mo Wen agreed, "Sometimes dying is a blessing."

So, the two of them continued what they were doing.

Hearing the screams, the unpunished soldier yelled madly, "Stop letting them scream, I'm not lying!"

The dead soldier whose bones were crushed closed his eyes and was about to faint, but Mo Wen pressed the Renzhong point in time to keep him awake.

Shangguan Ruoli felt so noisy that he took out a small green bottle from his medicine bag and said loudly to Mo Wen: "I'll give you something good. Give each of them one pill. It can amplify the pain dozens of times."

The dead soldiers should have gone through anti-torture training like agents, and ordinary pain can't do anything to them.

After saying that, he threw the vial over, Mo Wen jumped up to catch it, and said with a smile: "The princess has such a good thing, why didn't you take it out earlier?"

Shangguan Ruoli smiled and said: "Who would have thought that your tricks are so old-fashioned? You still have to waste my good things!"

This is still in the medicine box that I received from Xiao Yunqing. It is the poison from the Nanyun Tang Clan. The Nanyun Tang Clan was almost wiped out, so the number of these medicines is one pill less.

Don't want to go and grab it from Mo Wen's hand, "Give me one, otherwise this game won't be fair!"

Mo Wen said very gracefully: "Save one pill, I will admit defeat."

As he spoke, he poured out one pill for the dead soldier to eat. Before he could take action, the dead soldier started wailing like a pig, "I said, I said..."

Mo Wenxiao's eyebrows arched, and he poked his injury with his finger, "To be honest, you know, we don't necessarily have just the three of you in our hands."

The dead man was shivering in pain and couldn't even cry out. He said in an extremely weak voice: "It's King Qin..."

The other two dead soldiers closed their eyes in despair, their sins were in vain.

Mo Wen told Dongming Ziyu the answer, and Dongming Ziyu said calmly: "If you can't win over him, you will frame him and stir up discord. I have already guessed it."

Shangguan Ruoli said puzzledly: "How did you guess it? King Li is very likely. After all, we can make him very embarrassed at Shiliting."

Dongming Ziyu scratched her little nose and said with a smile: "How smart are you? I am dead now? Who will go to Beiling? The first choice is him. If he wants to kill me, he will come back.

on the way.”

King Li is not as stupid as King Qin. He already regards himself as the prince, and will only let Dongming Ziyu solve the matter in Beiling before taking action.

That way, as long as the Beiling matter is settled well, if anything goes wrong, it will also be Dongming Ziyu's responsibility.

Furthermore, King Li felt that Dongming Ziyu might not come back alive, so why should he waste his manpower on assassinating him?

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Xu is here!" Wang Feng, who was patrolling the perimeter, reminded.
Chapter completed!