It is easy for Leng Siye and his friends to control the city palace without foreign aid.

Before the team set off, the princess had already sent people to Fengdu City and sneaked into various places, especially the city guards and army, and put a slow poison in the food, and calculated the amount to ensure that the poison would be emitted today.

At least within tomorrow, Yan Zhiyu will not wait for someone to come to rescue him. The toxicity will take at least two days to metabolize it clean. During these two days, they will have severe ejaculation and weak body. Even if they know that the city palace is in trouble, they will not be able to come to help.

When they recovered their vitality, Yan Zhiyu would have died long ago.

Prince Anfeng and the Fourth Master controlled the city palace, Yan Zhiyu and his wife, tied them up, and stopped them from bleeding.

Yan Zhiyu has a high opinion of himself over the years. This is because Fengdu City is rich, and he can use money to buy many people, and has been praised by all parties. He has never been defeated because he has not really been an enemy of people. The surrounding bandits and the small tribe are too small. It is not because he has the ability, but because the enemy is too weak.

Compared with the people of the court, he was like a bandit who had not been trained and vulnerable.

The Fourth Master ordered people to tie them up and tie them in the main hall.

Yan Zhiyu saw the remaining soup and anger in his heart.

This is his birthday, and the one who hurts him is his own son.

This made Yan Zhiyu unacceptable, especially since so many experts were present today.

There was almost never a fierce battle, and she ended up like this. She was really unwilling to accept it! The Fourth Master helped Leng Fengqing to the front of the couple. Leng Fengqing was arrogant and looked at their embarrassing and unwilling appearance. She was both angry and sad. If she killed them, she would get avenge and comfort the souls of the Tiansun family.

But how could she allow them to die so easily?

"What do you want?"

Yan Zhiyu looked at Leng Fengqing and asked angrily.

"I miss you all the time!"

Leng Fengqing stared at him, and the hatred in his eyes kept surging, wishing he could peel off the person in front of him alive.

Yan Zhiyu's yellow brocade dress was tied tightly by ropes, like a giant python tied up, showing a twisted and ferocious look. He sneered, "Since that's the case, if you want to kill, why bother to be mysterious?

Do you think I will be afraid of death?

Do you think I'll beg for mercy?

Don’t think about it! It’s been thirty-six years, and I have enjoyed all kinds of blessings in Yan Zhiyu, and even if I die, I have no regrets or regrets!”

Su Rushuang also laughed, "I've been tired of living, I've wanted to die long ago, you come and kill me! Leng Fengqing, I've been waiting for your ghost to come back to seek life. I've been waiting for thirty-six years, you kill me."

After she finished calling, she laughed at Yan Zhiyu again, smiling like a ghostly ghost, "After all, I will die with you. Even if you have been disgusted with me for thirty years, we will still have to die together."

Yan Zhiyu's eyes were cold, "Shut up!"

Instead of shutting up, Su Rushuang laughed even more wildly, with bleeding in her eyes, and she couldn't say anything. "Hahaha, cousin, I feel so happy. I feel so happy with you to die with me!"

Leng Fengqing looked at her with compassion, "Su Rushuang, you can't die. There is the power of spirit stones in your body. The spirit stones will detain your soul consciousness in your body. Even if I kill you, you will not die.

You can only watch your body slowly rot and maggots grow until the power of the spirit stone disappears, and you will die. So, if I don’t kill you, you will slowly enjoy the rest of your life of pain and suffering."

"No!"

Su Rushuang shouted excitedly, using all her strength to struggle. The chair was dragged to the ground by her. She tried to kick Leng Fengqing with her feet, but she was tied up with her knees and couldn't use her strength at all. She was like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, throbbing and kicking, "Leng Fengqing, you are from the Tiansou family, you can kill me, you kill me..." She shouted like a pig, but no one paid attention to her.

Yan Zhiyu smiled gloomy, but he still looked at Leng Fengqing, "Thank you, I won't let this poisonous woman die with me."

Leng Fengqing sat down slowly, put his hands on the armrest of the chair, looked at Yan Zhiyu and said coldly: "Although I want to kill you, I won't kill you for the time being. After a person dies, he will have no sense of it. It's too cheap for you.

If you die like this, even hundreds of souls of my family will not agree! Yan Zhiyu, I want you to suffer all the tortures, and you cannot survive or die!"

Yan Zhiyu's forehead was beating blue veins, but he still pretended to be calm, "Do you think I'm afraid?"

If you are not afraid of death, what else am I afraid of?"

"You'll be afraid!"

Leng Fengqing turned around and looked at the Fourth Master, gently holding his wrist, "When I came along, I heard from you, the people from Lenglang Gate said that there was someone in Lenglang Gate who knew the cruelest torture in the world. Is it true?" The Fourth Master said softly: "Of course it is true. His name is Kuotian, and he came from the werewolf bone."

"I really want to see if he can stand it.

"Leng Fengqing said.

The Fourth Master ordered solemnly, "Destroy the Sky!"

Kuotian slowly left the line, "Fourth Master, please give me instructions!"

The Fourth Master looked at Yan Zhiyu, and the eyes that were pretending to be calm fell apart inch by inch, and even his body couldn't help but tremble. He was very satisfied and said lightly: "Do work!"

Yan Zhiyu suddenly cursed, "I am your father. If you dare to attack me, you will be punished by heaven and earth."

Leng Fengqing heard this and his eyes hesitated for a moment, looking at the Fourth Master.

The Fourth Master held her hand and said, "My father is the only Prince Anfeng who raised me."

Leng Fengqing breathed a sigh of relief, "If he only harmed me, I could still let him go for your sake, but he killed hundreds of people from my Tiansun family, and I cannot forgive him."

"Leng Fengqing, when did you become so vicious?

If you want to kill, you will kill. I am the one from your Tiansou family, but I did not torture them. If you kill me, give me some pleasure!"

Yan Zhiyu was furious and broke the wound after several struggles. Blood flowed out of his abdomen. As Kuotian approached, fear deepened in his eyes. Kuotian, who came out of the werewolf bone, was filled with bloody breath, which made him unable to help but feel trembling.

"Leng Si," Princess Anfeng called Leng Si Master before Burning the Sky took action, "I'm here to accompany your mother, you go out first!"

The Fourth Master looked at the princess, "No..." The princess looked heavy, "Go out!"

The Fourth Master would not disobey his master's orders. He glanced at Leng Fengqing and ordered Butian, "Don't let him die!"

After saying that, he turned around and went out.

He understood what the master meant, and he was better not present, and the master did not believe in evil, but she would always be a little taboo about his affairs.

Kuotian took the sword and cut off Yan Zhiyu's tendons and feet a few times. A long steel needle pierced into Yan Zhiyu's spine. Yan Zhiyu screamed a few times, collapsed on the ground, trembling all over, but he still sneered, "That's it?

So what if I lose my martial arts?

I'm not afraid of death, are you afraid that you will destroy my martial arts?"

Kuotian bent down, grabbed a steel needle in his hand and smiled coldly, "It's not started yet, why are Lord Yan anxious?"

The muscles on Yan Zhiyu's face trembled and stared at Kuotian tightly. No matter how hard the mouth was, he was still afraid in his heart, so scared that his lips were gone and his teeth kept fighting.

Kuo Tian held a steel needle in his hand and put a needle on several acupuncture points on his body. Yan Zhiyu's tendons were broken and his waist could not move. The pain came. He didn't even have the strength to struggle and could only let out a shrill scream.

Kuotian sprinkled a light blue powder into the piercing acupoint, a powder that was extremely itchy. The pain and itch were mixed together. Yan Zhiyu couldn't catch it. He endured the piercing pain and the itch of the heart-wrenching itch of the heart-wrenching lungs. He could only wriggle like a worm, and was extremely miserable and embarrassed.
Chapter completed!