Biandu Murakami, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, had a slumped look on his face.

When he heard the cell leader scolding him, he glared at him angrily: "Baga, how dare you insult our noble Fusang Kingdom."

"Bah, I'm just going to scold you. Come out if you can."

The prison head put his hands in his pockets and glared back angrily: "Son, our young lady said that if you Fusang people redeem you with 10,000 taels of silver within a month, you will be killed and thrown into the sea to feed the fish."

"Baga, she dares!"

Biandu Murakami was angered by the prison boss. He really got up and wanted to kill the prison boss, but found that his feet and hands were chained, and it was as if all his strength had been drained.

When I got up just now, I got up too hard.

The whole person fell to the ground like a dog eating shit.

He raised his head with scarlet eyes, wishing he could kill the arrogant prison boss in front of him right now.

"Bah, of course our young lady dares to do so. She has killed all the corrupt officials in Xiaxian County. Good guy... you haven't seen that the entire vegetable market is covered in blood."

"What does a river of blood mean? It means a river of blood. I'm not bragging. This is the first time I've seen it."

The prison head wrinkled his nose and described the scene with pride.

Situ Molu looked at the boastful prison head in front of him, and his heart went crazy.

That young lady was so murderous at such a young age, she wouldn't really kill them, would she?

"Wait a minute, is there any news from Dongzhou? Have my father paid the ransom?"

Situ Molu asked anxiously while lying on the iron pole.

The prison boss glanced at him contemptuously: "You ask me? Who should I ask? If I knew, would I still be talking nonsense to you here?"

Situ Molu: "..."

This cell leader is really weak.

Soon, he saw a familiar figure, Jia Gong, who was even more embarrassed than him, was brought in.

"Second Young Master!"

Jia Gong didn't believe it at first, but now that he saw Situ Molu, he was completely disappointed.

One hundred thousand people.

In less than three days, one hundred thousand men were all destroyed by him.

It’s over!

This time it's completely over.

"Jia Gong, why are you here?"

Situ Molu's whole body was numb.

Shouldn't Jia Gong stay in Mo County?

Could it be that Mo County was also lost?

It's over, it's all over now.

How should he explain to his father that he left Dongzhou with his great ambitions fulfilled and made an oath to his father to help him conquer the world?

Well now, he didn't just kill 100,000 people.

Even he himself became a prisoner.

"Second Young Master, Mo County, Mo County is lost."

Jia Gong cried.

Biandu Murakami's expression on the side was not to mention how ugly he was. He had no idea what was going on outside.

The three of them sat together, staring at each other.

It wasn't until the third day that the cell door opened again.

Baozhu, wearing a red and white robe, walked in.

Forsythia moved a chair for her and sat in front of the three of them with her legs crossed.

"You, you are a little girl."

"Shut up, why are you talking to our young master? I think you are rebelling."

When the cell leader saw Situ Molu pointing at the orb and scolding him, he took action without hesitation.

The whip hit Situ Molu with a snap.

Situ Molu screamed. He had been pampered since childhood, and this was the first time he was beaten like this by a prison boss.

But he couldn't fight back yet.

"Young lady? You are the young lady from Daxia."

Situ Molu looked in front of him in disbelief, crossing his legs.

He was still holding a piece of pastry on his little paws, looking at them leisurely.

"That's right, it's me. It seems you're not blind."

Baozhu said with a smile.

He raised his fingers to the cell leader on the side and said, "Go over to the paper, ink, pen and inkstone and ask these three to write a letter back."

write a letter?

What kind of letter did Hao Duandui ask them to write?

Situ Molu was afraid that King Hu would be angry, after all, he had just delivered 100,000 people to the treasure.

"For this reason, I am generous and kind-hearted, and I am willing to let you go. Let your family redeem you with 10,000 taels of gold."

Why didn't she grab ten thousand taels of gold?

Jia Gong's face was pale, and he lay weakly on the ground.

Even if I kill him, I won't be able to get ten thousand taels, and I'll still get gold.

"Wrong, I'm talking about him." Baozhu pointed at Biandu Murakami and said.

Biandu Murakami raised his head and looked at Baozhu fiercely.

If she hadn't played a trick on him, how could he have become a prisoner?

"Baga, please let me go quickly, otherwise... my people will kill you."

"Yeah, that's just right, bring a few more. I'll grab a few more and exchange them for silver."

When Baozhu heard this, his eyes instantly lit up.

"I'm afraid they won't come. If they come, I'll grab one, and if they come, I'll grab a pair, until the prison is full."

The shiny orb looked at him, as if looking at a lovely gold ingot.

"Baga, you actually underestimate our ninjas so much."

Biandu Murakami felt extremely insulted in a trance.

"Okay, why don't you stop writing quickly? If you don't want to write, I'll save you from wasting food. I'll kill you now and throw you into the sea as bait."

Baozhu glared at the three of them fiercely, with a chubby little face and no deterrence at all.

Forsythia curled her lips, took out her knife and walked towards them step by step.

"I'll write, I'll write now."

Situ Molu was shocked. He quickly picked up his brush and took the lead in writing a letter begging the King of Shanghai for ransom.

Jia Gong on the side did not dare to say a word, lowered his head and endured the humiliation as he wrote the letter.

"Aren't you going to write?"

Baozhu blinked and looked at the tough Biandu Murakami.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. I..."

"puff!"

"ah!"

Forsythia raised her knife and struck it down without hesitation, cutting off one of his hands.

The blood sprayed out like a fountain.

Soon the doctor who was standing outside came in and helped Biandu Murakami stop the bleeding.

The pain made Biandu Murakami sweat all over his body. When he looked at Baozhu again, the unruly look in his eyes was gone.

"I still don't want to."

Bao Zhu pouted her little mouth and looked at Forsythia: "Don't chop off the hands this time, just chop off the feet."

Forsythia raised the knife and was about to drop it.
To be continued...