There was blood in the mouth and the bones were broken.

But Fang Lingyun knew that he could not speak of the conversation with Yuan Tiancheng tonight, otherwise he would surely die.

If you don't say it, it can be delayed for a while.

“Oh, not!”

The dull sultry, squeezed out from the throat of the square cloud, he bitten his teeth and did not speak, he knew that in addition to the truth, what he said, the deer feathers would not believe, and the truth, it was absolutely impossible to say.

“There is some perseverance.”

Looking at the face of the cloud full of cold sweat, the deer feathers are somewhat surprised, this guy this time showed the perseverance, it is indeed quite good, perhaps in the face of death, anyone can burst out of potential.

However, the deer feather is not going to ask, anyway, can not ask anything, so the sullen hand, touch the side of the other leg of the knee, slowly, can not bear, naturally will say, if you can hold back, it will accept death in the torture.

The palms of the hand are slowly pressed on the knees of the square cloud.

Fang Lingyun's eyes have been staring at the palm of the deer feathers, cold sweating.

The touch above his knees made him quivering, his face full of panic, the teeth made a slight jitter, and touched up and down.

The feeling of pain in the bone marrow, he really did not want to try.

But he couldn't.

“Cry!”

The fingers slightly exerted, the five fingers of the deer feather, mercilessly pierced into the knees of the other leg of the square, directly crushed it, and the harsh sound echoed for a long time in the night.

The sharp pain hit, Fang Lingyun's eyes turned white, and his body trembled sharply, so he fainted in severe pain.

The spirit of the deer feather, raging in his knees, cut the veins of the legs, and so much pain, more than a thousand knives.

“Bang!”

The legs were scraped, and the deer feathers also loosened the palms of their own clothes, weightlessness and the legs were weak, and the clouds fell directly to the ground, as if a pool of mud.

“Cry!”

Deer feather palms, directly grasp the square cloud collarbone, hard pinch down, and a crisp bone fracture sounded, the collarbone was once again broken by the deer feathers.

“Cry!”

“Cry!”

“...”

Hands fly, deer feathers face expressionless, constantly waved palms, each time, in the square cloud, gently touch, at the same time smash each other's bones, will be a hint of spiritual force into it, just a short time, the foot of the probe more than 70 times!

This means that the bones of the square cloud have been broken by more than 70 deer feathers.

“Uh!”

Huge pain, a wave of attacks, constantly attacking the body of the cloud, gnawing at his heart, the throat made a hoarse sound like a beast, but still dare not speak.

He was in severe pain, about to faint, but then there was a more intense pain, so that he was instantly awake.

The bones are constantly broken.

The pain continues to increase.

And the silence of depression is also getting wilder.

The deer feather face is expressionless, as if it is just a mechanical constant torture of the clouds.

Finally...

Under the sharp pain, the last line of defense in the heart of the square cloud directly collapsed.

“I said!”

Inside his throat, a hoarse voice, a pale cloud, a slightly trembling on his lips, fell on the ground, and he was dying and weakly said, "I hope you can give me a pleasure when I say it."

By now, Fang Lingyun had already known that the deer feathers did not intend to let go of themselves.

And he can not continue to delay, that kind of pain, it is simply beyond human to bear, he does not desire to live, only hope that he will die happy.

Deer feathers are still dancing palms, this time, finally slowly stagnated, stopped the movement in the hand, eyes looking at the clouds, faintly smiled: "You can still choose not to say."

“No, I said.”Fang Lingyun was under the body, which had been soaked in cold sweat, and said in fear, his body trembled slightly.

“Then say it quickly.”

Slowly withdraw his palm, the deer feather gently dumped his wrist, and said without expression.

Fang Lingyun took a small breath of cold air, slowly calmed his own pain, slightly sorted out his thoughts, and discussed the things he discussed with Yuan Tiancheng, 1510, without concealing it, told the deer feathers.

At this point, he just wanted to die happily.

The deer listened quietly.

After listening, the deer feather smiled slightly, and the conversation between the two at night could generally be summed up into a sentence.

Fang Lingyun wanted to let the deer feathers die, and wanted to drag Yuan Daozi into the water, not as long as Yuan Tiancheng dealt with deer feathers, and Yuan Tiancheng was arrogant and arrogant, only to say that he would personally kill deer feathers tomorrow.

Very simple thing.

"You said you don't have to suffer from these skins."

The eyes flickered, the deer feather smiled faintly, looking at the ground like a dead dog-like square cloud, slowly extending his palm, double fingers together, above the fingertips, the faint fluctuation of spiritual force slowly stirring.

“Hs on!”

The mind moved, on the fingertips, that spirit, suddenly rushed away, ruthlessly pierced into the eyebrows of the square cloud.

Then, a red dot appeared.

The red dots expanded rapidly.

Blood continued to spread from it, full of the faces of the clouds.

His eyes were still round.

But his face was a little relieved.

From the beginning, Fang Lingyun was caught by the deer feathers, he could not fight, he wanted to start a fight with deer feathers, but there is no chance of resistance, of course, there is no resistance.

Therefore, it can only be tortured in front of the deer feathers.

Now, at last, there is no need to endure such inhuman torture.

The cloud, death!

"Kill me if you have that."

In the middle of the night, the deer feather gently looked up, looking at the position of Yuan Tiancheng, the corner of his mouth with a faint smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light shone in it.

Although there is a gap between the realms of Yuan Tiancheng, deer feathers, in the Xuanling Mountains, have been refined in strength and are not afraid.

However, now is not the time to fight with Yuan Daozi and Yuan Tiancheng, if you can not fight with it, it is best not to fight.

"If you don't bother me, it's just fine, if you ask me for trouble, I will make you regret it!"

In the dark eyes, the light surged, the deer feather whispered.

“Hm on!”

The tip of the toe was on the ground, and gently, the deer feathers turned into a ray of light, disappeared from the back of the mountain, and left here.

As for the body of the cloud, stay in the back of the mountain!

After returning, the deer rested for a while in his room, and when the sky was bright, he got up, opened the door, prepared to leave the Qingshizhou, went back to Yangshuizhou to take a look, and told Antai He the good news of the first place he had taken, and then he was ready to go to the capital.