Chapter 3350: Extorting a confession by torture, I'm the best at it (3) (for votes)

This is really thanks to the emperor who seriously injured Wen Zhiyan, otherwise Mu Yan's current practice is.
It's really not easy to drag the monk who opened the peak of the mountain into the dream.
Mu Yan's lips were light, evoking a beautiful arc.
Fingers move the strings faster and faster.
On the ground, however, the words on the ground were more and more frowning, and the expression on his face became more and more terrified and desperate.
Unconsciously, the body curled up and convulsed.
And his thick hair started to fall down a lot.
Facial skin, which used to have only small wrinkles, quickly shrinks.
After only a short joss stick, it was as if he was a teenager.
Mu Yan then used her fingertips to gently hook on the strings, making a loud voice.
Wen Zhiyan in his sleep trembled and opened his eyes slowly.
"Dream ... it's a dream! Everything just was a dream, great!"
He was crying and screaming like crazy, his voice hoarse and crazy.
However, when he looked up, he smiled and smiled at the young girl, but there was a sacrifice spirit in his body, and he saw the ghostly fear: "You, what have you done to me?"
"Thousands of years of life, such as rushing past with a finger, I give you a chance to experience a different life in a dream, which is equivalent to letting you live a few more lives. Isn't it bad?
"No! I don't want to experience it!" Wen Zhiyan screamed hysterically, trying to rush to smash Mu Yan's piano.
But he was seriously injured just now, and now he is tortured in a dream like a life.
Just ran out a few steps, and stumbled to the ground.
The cold air around him penetrated his body, causing him to fight continuously with his teeth up and down, and he could not even say anything.
Mu Yan looked at him in such a embarrassing manner, but his eyes were colder than the temperature in the ice room: "After hearing the words, you just experienced, but the final outcome of those patients who were hurt by you. Why? You? When they framed them and confiscated their possessions and treasures, why not ask them, do you want to experience that kind of life? "
Wen Zhiyan was struggling to get up from the ground, but fell on the ice several times because of weak hands and feet.
For a while his head broke.
He could only lie on his face like that, and then looked at Mu Yan with a horrified and resentful look: "You, who are you? You know that I am the doctor of the Lan Empire, kill me, the Lan Empire is absolutely Won't let you go. "
Mu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly: "So, what did you do in Holy Alliance this time related to the Lan Empire?"
Wu Guanshi's pupils shrank, staring hard at Wen Zhiyan.
Wen Zhiyan trembled: "I, I don't understand what you're talking about? The Holy Alliance League's hero post invited the doctor, so I came here, I didn't expect them to be revenge ..."
"Then let's change the question." Mu Yan interrupted him. "Do you really want to use [Dark Sky Ding] to save the leader of the Xiang?"
When he heard the words, he opened his mouth, Mu Yan sneered, and pressed his fingers on the strings.
"After hearing the words, you better think clearly before answering. If you tell a lie, I will let you stay in the nightmare for a hundred more years."
Wen Zhiyan's face turned white, remembering the day and night that he experienced in the nightmare, and then looked at his wrinkled hands, his body shaking like a sieve.
Mu Yan's fingers pressed on the strings and slowly flicked.
The sound of music in the ears of others is a life sign for Wen Zhiyan.
He finally shouted in disappointment: "Don't let me into a nightmare anymore, I said, I said everything!"