"You... don't mess around, let go of our young commander."
"Shut up!"
Lin Chu raised his eyebrows, not hiding the violent impatience in his eyes. He moved the bright dagger closer to Peng Bo's neck, and his eyes like ice knives and frost swords fell on Peng Bo.
"I, Lin Chu, always do what I say, why can't you always remember that?"
Compared with the middle-aged scribe whose face turned pale with fear, Peng Bo remained as calm as ever.
He even took a bite of the peach, not caring at all. He was not worried at all whether his skin would rub against the blade of the sword due to the chewing action.
Lin Chu narrowed his eyes: "Let me go, and I will let you live."
"This can't be done." Peng Bo said slowly: "I told you that we have prepared many interesting programs for Mr. Lin Liu. No one can leave until you finish watching them."
Lin Chu frowned. Does this include Peng Bo himself?
"Your life is in my hands."
Peng Bo smiled: "This is a broken life. If Lord Six likes it, I will give it to you."
puff!
"ah!"
Lin Chu's dagger lightly scratched the skin of Peng Bo's neck, and bright red blood lines snaked down his neck, like several tiny snakes.
The one who screamed was the middle-aged scribe.
"Lin Chu, let our young master go! If you dare to hurt our young master's precious body, Peng Shuai will not..."
Peng Bo frowned: "Noisy!"
The middle-aged scribe was frightened and did not dare to speak again.
Lin Chu's frown became tighter and she stared at Peng Bo for a moment: "Aren't you afraid?"
"Who has never died since ancient times? What's the use of being afraid?"
Peng Bo talked a lot more today than usual. He ate two peaches in a row. His whole body felt lazy and he looked more and more frail.
But the light in his eyes became brighter after Lin Chu cut his neck.
He even stretched out his finger, wiped the blood from his fingertips, put it on the tip of his tongue and licked it.
The taste of blood made his lips curl up deeply, as if his whole body was radiant: "It turns out that there is no difference between my blood and other people's. What a wonderful taste!"
Lin Chu took a deep breath. She knew that Peng Bo was really not afraid of death. This man was a complete pervert! He couldn't be measured by normal people's thinking.
But due to the current situation, she couldn't really kill Peng Bo.
She slowly put away the dagger, but did not stay away from Peng Bo.
In a game with a pervert who is not afraid of death, one must pay attention to strategy. If Peng Bo fails to appreciate him again and again, she will definitely not let him have an easy time.
There are many ways to make people unable to survive.
"What do you want to do before you are willing to let him go?"
"Sixth Master gave me such a wonderful gift." Peng Bo stared at the bright red on his fingertips and said with a smile: "I also have to give you a big gift in return."
"Bring everyone up!"
The formation of the Tianshu Army in the courtyard suddenly divided into two rows, and the sound of heavy footsteps mixed with the dragging sound of iron chains scraping against the ground could be heard.
Lin Chu half-squinted his eyes. How could the perverted little chrysanthemum bring Zhong Si and the others up so happily?
Not like his style.
Several figures gradually became clearer, and Peng Bo's smile became even brighter: "Master Lin Liu, please take a closer look, these are all your old friends."
Lin Chu's eyes suddenly widened. What came was actually...
"Peng Bo, what do you want to do?!" Lin Chu frowned and suppressed the shock in his heart.
"Mr. Lin, I...I'm sorry."
After the elegant man stammered a word, his cheeks were reddened by two red clouds, his eyes were heavy with guilt, and his head was bent.
Behind him, two women, an old man and a young man, as well as many crying female relatives, were all shackled.
The shackles were heavy and cold, causing shocking red marks on the delicate skin of several people.
It was Hua Yi's family who was escorted by Peng Bo.
