Chapter 190: Toasting without eating and drinking

Anyway, Yue Yao must not be dead.
After Mo Qingyu spoke, Gou's lips showed a charming smile, then he turned around leisurely and entered the mansion.
After closing the door, the smile on Mo Qingyu's face dissipated immediately. She calmed her face and instructed the people next to her, "Hurry to the dungeon. If that little Nizi doesn't spit out useful information, just kill me directly. Now. "
"Yes."
Mo Qingyu raised her head, and the bright moon at night still exuded a lustrous luster, and her heart was a little disturbed.
No, she is close to the throne now, and she does not want to fail because of Mo Qingli.
Mo Qingli, you just wait for me to step under you. You were my running dog before, and later, I will make you worse than running dog.
On the lonely night sky, the bright moonlight is a bit bright, covering the glow of other stars.
A shadow of gold passed by, leaving a residual image on the night sky, raising ripples.
After Mo Qingli entered Mo Qingyu's mansion, she gradually disappeared. She naturally heard Mo Qingyu's voice.
Mo Qingli followed the leaving guard and approached silently.
The closer he felt, the more intense Mo Yao's breath was. The two men stopped in front of an underground passageway door, and the guard in the dungeon simply ordered two words and then entered the dungeon.
Like the dungeon at Mo Qingli Mansion, there is a cold air here and there. The difference is that there are few people in the dungeon in Mo Qingli Mansion, and here, it is full of detainees.
Everywhere they passed, they listened to the screams in the cell, the angry roar and helpless begging.
In this regard, the two guards ignored the situation, apparently this situation is already commonplace.
Until it got deeper and deeper, the voices around the week gradually decreased, and there were fewer and fewer people, so that behind them, there were almost no prisoners. Deep in the cell, Mo Qingli met Yue Yao.
That cell was the wettest and darkest cell Mo Moli had ever seen. It had a musty smell everywhere, and the smell was and nasty.
Squeak.
The prison door was opened by Mo Qingyu's two guards. They looked at Yue Yao's eyes with a touch of sarcasm. In their opinion, Yue Yao was so stupid that he did not eat or punish.
Yue Yao's limbs were torn apart and tied in the air in the cell. The heavy iron chain wrapped Yue Yao's not stout arms and legs tightly (entangled), and her clothes were broken and hung on her. Above her skin, thick layers of blood swelled. No one could see her original complexion.
The original resolute face was now covered with all kinds of ugly scars, but even so, the unyielding and the stubbornness still appeared on her face.
"Hey, I said you better hurry up and tell me what you want to do with the little splash of ink in the glass? Otherwise, be careful I use chili water to pour on you again and again."
Yue Yao's lowered head was lifted arduously. A pair of swollen eyes were looking at the guard in front of her, and there was a palpitating light in her eyes. She said, "Dream."
The guard was stunned by Yue Yao's eyes and immediately reacted. The woman in front of her was already serving them. She was afraid she did too much?
Thinking of this, the guard's face was a little embarrassed. She raised her hand and slapped angrily to Yue Yao's face. Another guard was to lift a bucket full of pepper water next to it and sprinkle it on Yue Yao's body.
But he was stopped by the previous guard. When the guard looked away with incomprehensible eyes, the guard looked at Yue Yao's face, and a chilling voice sounded.
"Slow, you're splashing after I unplug the blood from this little splash."
The guard nodded, and then laughed.
Yueyao bit her lip, leaned her head, and said nothing.
The former guard approached, placed her hand on Yue Yao, and then touched a blood spot on her skin. She said with a smile: "Well, if you say that, I can consider letting you go. Or, if you are willing to stand up to the people of the dynasty to testify against Mo Qingli's rebellion, I will also consider talking to the princess and let her spare your life. How? "
"But if you are still toasting and not drinking, then don't blame us for being rude."
With that said, the blood puppet she held in her hand tore out a small horn. But just this little horn made Yueyao heartbreak.
But even then, Yue Yao still gritted her teeth, a battle that she killed.
The guard snorted, "Well, toasting without eating and drinking, don't blame me."
Anyway, the hand was ready to tear off the blood of Yue Yao's body.
Uh ... how can it not be torn.
The guard looked up, and saw an indifferent eye appearing in front of her eyes, but there was a ray of golden mane in that look. It's fast enough to make people think it's an illusion.
The guard responded only a moment later, and her other hand quickly counterattacked, but her full blow was caught by the people in front of her.
The guard was terrified. She looked to the side and wanted to deal with the ink in front of her with the other person, but when her sight fell aside, her scalp could not help but numb.
I saw another guard who had entered the dungeon with her. At this moment, her clothes were broken, and the (naked) exposed skin, countless bloodstains, appeared. But even so, the guard who fell to the ground was still not dead. From the pain flowing from her face, she knew how much pain she was taking at the moment.
That looks terrible.
What surprised the guard most was that she didn't even know when Mo Qingli shot.
She and the other guard were able to follow Mo Qingyu's side, and their skills were selected through thousands of layers. Their martial arts do not say that they are the first in the dynasty. , Will definitely pay a small price.
Yue Yao is a living example.
And Mo Qingli, the legendary waste wood Mo Qingli, could solve her companion silently in front of her, but she didn't feel the slightest.
How does this not scare her? !!
escape.
This was the only word she could think of now, but when she was just about to move. A faint, snowflake-like sound suddenly sounded in her ear, instantly turning into countless sharp swords, interspersed in her heart.
"If you want to escape, I promise you will end up hundreds of times worse than her."