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Linno stretched out his right hand, and a hole in the shape of a flame appeared in the thick fog.
It happily jumped onto his palm.
With a flick of Lin Nuo's left hand, a light blue flame about a foot long appeared at the tip of his finger. The ice on his body instantly disappeared without a trace.
The thick fog also retreated to a distance of thirty feet away.
After the thick fog retreated, the invisible flame in his palm completely disappeared. Only the blue flame in his left hand seemed to be sucked by something.
It slowly disappeared.
Linno flicked the "head" of the Huoer.
He said, "It's all thanks to you this time. Wait for me to recover.
When I recover, I'll treat you to a full meal. "
If it weren't for the Huoer going down to the lake,
He might not have been able to survive this time by creating such a lake of "water" that was several times colder than ice. Nowadays, the means of the system are getting more and more despicable.
The Huoer jumped twice in his palm. After expressing its joy vaguely, it jumped into his glabella. Linno turned around and left.
Since he was seriously injured last time, Linno's body had become a sieve. It was not easy to save some Reiki. Besides, he had nothing to do, so after crossing two mountains,
Lin Nuo landed on the ground.
He walked on two legs.
After walking for a while,
A 'white cloud' descended and stopped about ten meters in front of him. Seven or eight people stood on it and looked down at him. One of the boys, who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, asked coldly, "Did you see anything strange in your surroundings when you were here?"
Linno asked back, "What strange phenomena?"
The boy's face turned cold, and he was about to get angry. Someone beside him said, "He is just a mortal. What can he know? Let's hurry over and check. Don't let others beat us to it. "
The boy snorted and rode the "white cloud" away. Linno heard a cold voice, "How dare you not worship us immortals. Because of your ignorance, today I will only punish you slightly. If there is a next time, you will be killed without mercy."
As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow fireball floated over from the sky. Clearly, in order to increase its deterrence, the caster deliberately slowed down its flying speed. However, it had a lock-on function, so no matter how slow it flew, it was not something that mortals could dodge.
Lin Nuo called out "Little Flame", but Little Flame didn't move at all. It only let out a bit of disdain. Clearly, it thought that Fireball's level was too low, so it didn't want to eat him. Linno had no choice but to watch the fireball float into his left arm. He waved his hand again to get rid of the impurities in it. He also hated eating this kind of low-level flame. Although he could get a little energy, there were too many impurities, which spoiled his appetite.
When he returned to the village, it was already late. Linno looked at the rising smoke with a smile on his face. In this world, what was more warm and moving than the smoke at home and the dim light in front of the window?
However, when he got closer, the familiar laughter of children did not come. Instead, he smelled a faint smell of blood. Linno frowned slightly and followed the smell of blood to Huzi's house at the entrance of the village. When he entered the door, he saw Huzi lying on the kang with a big hole in his chest. Huzi's mother was holding Huzi's body and trembling with tears, but did not dare to make any sound.
Linno stood quietly and did not make any sound. When he went out a few days ago, Huzi was still holding his leg and pestering him to bring back a live rabbit. Huzi's black eyes were curved into crescents when he smiled. When he opened his mouth, he showed his white teeth, which were not yet fully grown, which softened people's hearts.
In the end, Lin Nuo still failed to bring back the little rabbit that he promised. However, Huzi could no longer jump up. He looked at Lin Nuo with his big eyes shrouded in mist. Only when Lin Nuo took out the grass grasshopper from his pocket would he smile again.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind. Lin Nuo turned around and saw Huzi's father and three older brothers coming out of the room with shovels and kitchen knives in their hands. Their faces were filled with grief, anger, and fear.
"Don't go! Don't go! " Huzi's mother rushed out and blocked the door. Her eyes were still crying and her voice was shrill, "If you want to go out, you have to kill me first! Let me die first! Let me die first! "
Huzi's brother burst into tears, "Mother! My brother can't just … "
Huzi's mother plopped down on the ground and hugged Huzi's father's leg. She sobbed, "… I don't have Huzi anymore. I beg you, even if it's for me … Don't die, I beg you, don't die … Wu wu …"
She knelt on the ground and desperately held the person in her arms. She was afraid that if she let go, he would be like Huzi and become a cold corpse.
Feeling his wife's fear and despair, Huzi's father dropped the shovel in his hand and hugged his trembling wife. The other children rushed up and cried together.
How could they not know that what awaited them was only death? They didn't even have the ability to splash blood on that person's clothes … But how could they bear it? How could they bear it?!
After a moment of silence, Linno turned around and went out. Outside the door, a six or seven-year-old boy was waiting for him, "Uncle, father was afraid that you would get into trouble, so he asked me to come to the village entrance to welcome you."
Linno made a sound of acknowledgment and didn't say anything.
The boy wiped his tears and said, "An hour ago, a few immortals came to the village and killed Huzi's cow. Huzi was angry and went to question them, so …"
"Where are they?"
"At the threshing field …" The boy was halfway through his words when he saw Linno turn around. He was scared out of his wits and rushed up to hold Linno's leg tightly. He cried loudly, "Uncle, uncle! Don't go … Uncle, I'm scared … Don't die, don't die … "
Linno bent down and picked up the boy. He wiped the tears on his little face with his fingertips and said with a smile, "Good boy, Dog is so cute. How can uncle be willing to die? Uncle won't die. "
He walked slowly to the threshing field with the Dog in his arms. The Dog seemed to realize something. He stopped crying with tears in his eyes and hugged his neck tightly. On the way, there were a few more people behind them. Huzi's mother finally couldn't keep the men in the family, so she had to pick up the kitchen knife and walk out of the house with them.
Huzi's elder brother was holding Huzi's corpse in his arms … Since they were going to die, it was better for the family to die together.
There were a lot of people on the threshing field. They were killing chickens, slaughtering sheep and roasting cows. These people lowered their heads and did their work silently. Suddenly, someone noticed this group of people and became anxious. He waved his hand and asked them to leave quickly.
Several people sitting on the other side drinking tea and chatting didn't care about the arrival of Linno and the others. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in the middle snorted, "I clearly felt the shaking of heaven and earth and the scattering of Reiki, but there was nothing but a large piece of ice. Someone must have taken advantage of it!"
"There may also be traces left by masters fighting there …"
Linno held the little boy in his arms. He walked forward slowly and asked, "Why did you kill them?"
The young man in white who was interrupted by him raised his hand and shot out a clear light. He said casually, "Reckless things."
He turned back and continued, "… The people who fought were at least masters of the Gold Core stage. They could freeze the whole lake at once …"
He didn't finish his words. He opened his eyes wide in horror and watched the man in front of him pinch his neck and lift him up from the stool. He smiled gently at the child in his arms, "Are you afraid of death?"
Dog shook his head with tears in his eyes, "No!"
He wasn't afraid of death, he was only afraid of the people around him.
The young man had a bad premonition in his heart. His eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed. Unfortunately, he couldn't make any sound. The body with its neck broken was thrown to the side.
"You … you …"
Linno's eyes swept over the several people who were scared silly. Finally, his eyes fell on the young man. He still asked, "Why did you kill them?"
The young man's lips trembled slightly. Until now, he still didn't feel any Reiki from this person. For this to happen, it wasn't that this person was really a mortal, but that his cultivation was far beyond his imagination.
He forced himself to calm down, stood up and saluted, "I didn't know that senior was here. I was rude. Junior Zhuo Ying is … "
Linno interrupted him, "Why did you kill them?"
Zhuo Ying's gaze swept over Hu Zi's body, and she said, "That child made a big fuss in front of this junior, and was too rude, so this junior punished him a little … Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have bothered with a child. In a moment, this junior will … Uh, Se … Senior …"
But his neck was squeezed by a hand.
Linno said indifferently, "Since you killed for no reason, then pay with your life. Why so much nonsense."
Zhuo Ying was scared out of her wits. She knew that in the next moment, this person would not hesitate to break her neck. She screamed, "He was just an ant-like mortal. His lifespan was only a few decades. Sooner or later, he would die. If I killed him, then I killed him. What's the big deal …"
Her voice came to an abrupt end.
Linno threw away his body. Only then did the remaining six white-clothed "immortals" react. They took out their magic tools and surrounded him. However, they didn't dare to make a move. One of them shouted, "For a mere mortal, you dare to kill our young master. Do you know who our young master is …"
Linno said, "He was just a foundation establishment stage cultivator. His lifespan was not more than 300 years. If I killed him, then I killed him. What's the big deal?" It was the words of the young man from before.
That person choked and said, "Our young master is still a child. If there was something wrong …"
Linno turned his head and glanced at him. He asked curiously, "Are you trying to reason with me?"
That person said proudly, "That's right! Although senior's cultivation is outstanding, you still can't … "
Halfway through his words, he lowered his head and looked at his empty chest. There was only a big hole left. He slowly fell down.
Linno said, "Just now, when Huzi came to reason with you, he seemed to have gotten this answer … I hope I didn't answer wrongly. I've always liked people who reason, and I'm also willing to reason with others."
However, there were always some people in this world. Their reasoning would always only be with people who were stronger than them. Every time he met this kind of person, Linno was never willing to waste his breath and casually killed them. Because for these people, reasoning was no longer reasoning. It was a tool to harm others and protect themselves.
No one dared to answer him. Although the remaining five people were still "surrounding" him, they were trembling all over. They couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands tightly. No one knew if this person in front of them would kill them for some inexplicable reason in the next moment.
Fear was like a big hand, firmly grasping their hearts. At this moment, they finally understood the feelings of those mortals in front of them — — there was no reason to reason, no justice to speak of. Life and death depended on whether others were happy or not.
Linno was a bit bored. He was not a person who liked to kill. He was not willing to kill people who had lost their courage. However, he also knew that although these people were weak and harmless in front of him, once the threat was gone, they would reveal a ferocious face that was more terrifying than a tiger or a poisonous snake.
Just by looking at the bloody light above their heads, he knew that countless innocent people had died tragically in their hands.
"Since you treat others as ants, don't blame others for treating you as ants today."
With a wave of his sleeve, he killed.
Cold water splashed on his face. Qin Song slowly opened his eyes. Sharp pain came from all over his body. His hands and feet moved slightly, but the iron chain made a dull sound of impact. Qin Song groaned. It took him a while to remember his current situation.
The last memory seemed to be of him crying and begging for mercy. However, he was still branded by the red hot iron again and again. It was so painful that he almost died and fainted several times.
Just as he thought of this, a wave of heat came in front of him. Qin Song looked at the red hot iron approaching him. His body began to tremble reflexively, which made the tall man who was executing him laugh.
"Didn't you say you were a tough nut to crack?" The man threw the iron back into the brazier uninterestedly. He lifted the boy's chin that was soaked with cold sweat and said, "You can't stand it after two rounds of torture. Southerners are really weak … But, tsk tsk, you're really good-looking."
He was beautiful, but unfortunately, his identity was special. He was locked up because of that matter. Before the higher-ups gave the order, he didn't dare to act recklessly.
The man let go and said, "Give me the thing."
His subordinates handed over a piece of paper. The man took it and held it in front of Qin Song. He said, "This is what you just confessed. You should still remember it, right? Later, copy it obediently and sign it. Then you won't have to suffer anymore … Hmm? "
Qin Song looked up again. Perhaps he was in too much pain just now, his memory was a little blurry. He only remembered that he was in so much pain that he couldn't stand it anymore. He admitted whatever they said and only hoped that he could suffer less. It seemed that it was indeed these things.
Qin Song was silent for a moment. He said, "Can I sign it with my fingerprint?" His voice was low, hoarse, and weak.
How dare he ask for a condition!
The man sneered. "What do you think?"
Qin Song let out a sigh and said, "Then forget it." If he really had to write the confession that he was a spy from the Northern Qi and that he wanted to assassinate Qin Yue to drive a wedge between the Chu and the Qin Kingdom, what awaited him and his family would be the most miserable fate. Even the Chu Kingdom would be implicated.
He closed his eyes and didn't say anything else.
The man was furious. He grabbed his chin and sneered. "Did you not enjoy enough just now? Since you don't want to write, then there's no point in keeping your hands. Someone, help Qin Song Gongzi crush his beautiful fingers one by one! "
Qin Song opened his eyes again helplessly. He said, "The King Of Qin ordered you to interrogate me. Do you really want to know why I tried to assassinate him, or do you want to force me to copy the story you made up? Do you want to ask clearly before you come? "
The man's expression became serious. "So there's a hidden reason why you tried to assassinate the King?" Wasn't it because of that thing in bed? Was there a hidden reason? Was he going to make a great contribution?
Qin Song smiled, "No, I'm just killing for fun when I'm bored."
"You!" The man shook him off and said, "Watch him!"
Qin Song lowered his head and fell asleep.
…
Qin Yue looked at the young man chained to the wall. His expression was cold and his eyes were malicious.
The young man had his head lowered, his long hair disheveled down to his waist. He was still wearing his thin underwear, but the layers of blood stains on his body made it impossible to see his original whiteness. His owner had also long lost her original cold and aloof appearance. Covered in cuts and bruises, she was dragged by the iron chains, her thin and slender figure showing a desolate beauty.
"At first, he was so arrogant." The man who first carried out the punishment stood beside Qin Yue. "After a few lashes, he started to cry for his father and mother. When the soldering iron was used, he was even worse. He was willing to call for his ancestors. He almost peed in his pants."
Qin Yue sneered. The man waved his hand and someone poured a basin of cold water on the young man's head. The young man tilted his head slightly. Obviously, he had woken up.
The man went forward and pulled the young man's hair to raise his head. Qin Song looked up at the man beside him, then looked at Qin Yue who was sitting in front of him. Then, he lowered his eyes again.
"Speak!" The man shouted coldly. "Why did you assassinate the King? Who ordered you to do so? "
Qin Song was speechless. If he really wanted to assassinate the King Of Qin, he should have done it when Qin Yue was at his weakest. Why did he resist so desperately from the beginning? It was fine that the man did not know the inside story, but why was Qin Yue here?
"Do you really want to know?"
The man said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Because … the King Of Qin has … body odor! I can't stand it. "
The man was stunned and did not know how to continue the conversation.
Should he refute: Nonsense, the King does not have body odor at all!
Or should he ask: You want to assassinate the King because he has body odor? That's outrageous!
After a while, he came to his senses and said angrily, "Are you playing with me?"
"Yes!" Qin Song said lightly, "I am playing with you!"
The man raised his hand and was about to slap him when a cold snort came from behind him. "Is this what you meant when you said that he is as obedient as a dog?"
The man trembled and knelt on the ground. He said anxiously, "My King, this boy has forgotten the pain after the scars have healed. As long as I teach him a lesson, he will be obedient immediately!"
"Is that so?" Qin Yue chuckled and got up to pick something in the brazier. Then, he pulled out a red-hot soldering iron. The man heard the sound and looked up. Seeing this, he said hurriedly, "How can I let my King dirty your hands? Let me do it."
"You do it?"
"Yes, yes, I will do it, I will do it." The man reached out to take the soldering iron, but the next moment, he let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground. He twitched and rolled on the ground as if he had been electrocuted.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.
Qin Yue threw the soldering iron on the man's shoulder to the ground. His lips curled up. "Very interesting indeed."
His gaze fell on Qin Song.
The boy pursed his lips and his face was pale.
He knew that he had fallen into the most dangerous situation. The ruthlessness and interest in the King Of Qin's eyes was frightening. However, there was no difference compared to before. Those people did not torture him for the sake of giving a confession, but purely for the sake of torturing him.
"Your bones are indeed very hard, and your courage is also very big. I like it very much," Qin Yue said. "It seems that this Lonely One should thank you. It's been a long time since this Lonely One has encountered something that this Lonely One finds so interesting."
He pulled out another soldering iron from the brazier and said with a smile, "Very interesting."
He walked forward slowly and lifted the boy's chin. He put the red soldering iron close to his face and said, "I heard that you are very afraid of pain?"
Qin Song tried his best to turn his head to avoid the heat. His voice was still light. "Yes."
Qin Yue lowered his head. The boy under his palm was trembling. His face was as white as paper. His drooping eyelashes were very moving. His lips were wet with cold water and although they were pale, the shape was shockingly beautiful.
Qin Yue looked and his thumb unconsciously stroked them. Sure enough … they were as soft and beautiful as he imagined.
His interest in torturing was temporarily suppressed by another desire. Perhaps … there was no rush. He should enjoy it first.
Feeling the touch on his lips become slower and heavier, Qin Song looked up and saw Qin Yue's Adam's apple move slightly. He heard his gradually heavy breathing.
Qin Song was first stunned and then became angry. He shook his head fiercely and avoided Qin Yue's finger.
Qin Yue twisted the boy's head back. Holding his chin, he whispered, "Open your mouth."
Qin Song clenched his teeth.
Qin Yue slowly put the soldering iron close to his face. He lowered his head and said hoarsely in his ear, "Open your mouth." His voice was low and hoarse, with a dangerous meaning.
Qin Song looked at the red iron piece that was close at hand. Although he hadn't touched it yet, the skin on his face had already been scorched with a scorching pain. The tiny hairs on his face were burnt, making an indiscernible sizzling sound and an unpleasant smell rushed into his nose.
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