"You say not to say not to say not to say not to say not to say not to say not to say it!"

In the dim basement, a cross stands.

On this cross, a man in brocade clothes was tied.

His face was full of slap marks, and his forehead was knocked everywhere.

Young Master Song stood in front of the man with a whip in his hand.

He slapped the man in brocade from time to time, or had a broken head.

"Haha, I don't know the little turtle calf who is tall and thick."

"I dare to come to me and pretend to be His Highness Chen Ao."

"I didn't expect it! I've seen His Highness Chen Ao once."

"Also, he fought against His Highness Chen Ao for 300 rounds without a chance of winning or losing."

"Your Highness's peerless spiritual skills are unique in the great beauty."

"How could he pretend to be like you, a little calf?"

"I advise you to take it as soon as possible! Avoid the pain of flesh and blood."

While talking, Young Manager Song started to move happily.

Sometimes he made Chen Ao a slap in the backhand.

Don't say it, you beat this kid like a stupid son.

This feeling of swaying is really comfortable.

At this moment, Young Master Song gradually understood his father's happiness.

No wonder that old guy always scolds me for being stupid and beats me.

It turns out that the feeling of beating my son with nothing to do is so pleasant.

A bold idea suddenly emerged in the heart of the shopkeeper Song.

I don't know if this guy was put on my father's clothes.

Will it be more pleasant to fight if you disguise yourself as a father?

...

"Little turtle calf, how are you doing?"

Just as Young Manager Song was thinking about it, Manager Song’s voice rang out outside the basement.

The shopkeeper Song suddenly became so scared that his scalp was numb and he stepped back to the side with guilt.

"That dad, I tortured this kid for half an hour."

"But this kid is so tough that he doesn't say a word."

Manager Song glanced at Chen Ao's undamaged clothes.

He looked at Chen Ao's face and his head cripple.

His eyes looked at the shopkeeper Song, and his expression gradually became angry and refused to fight.

"I didn't whip it, but I just slap my mouth and knock my head. Is this called torture?"

The shopkeeper Song said aggrievedly: "I have followed you since I was a child, and I have never interrogated the prisoner!"

"There is nothing," Shopkeeper Song snorted coldly, "Give me the whip!"

Snatching the whip from his son's hand, Shopkeeper Song took a deep breath.

To be honest, this is the first time he was tortured.

Indeed, it's not particularly experienced!

After thinking about it, Manager Song snorted: "I will give you another last chance."

"Little thief, be honest! Otherwise, this whip would not have eyes."

Chen Ao's face, which had been swollen, was full of resentment.

At this moment, his eyes were helpless, pitiful, and sad, as if he could speak.

Manager Song, whose IQ and EQ are far superior to his stupid son, understood his eyes.

...

Bang!

Manager Song slapped the young shopkeeper with a backhand, which made the young shopkeeper confused.

"Dad, I worked hard to help you interrogate him, why did you hit me again?"

Young Master Song was angry. Even if you were my father, you couldn’t enjoy beating me!

Believe it or not, I will turn around and tick a scarecrow outside and put on your clothes and tick a needle every day?

Manager Song was covered in black lines and pointed at Chen Ao, who kept making a "woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-

"Little turtle, who have you seen interrogating someone to seal his mouth?"

Listening to his father's angrily scolded, Young Master Song was stunned.

He looked at the cross, but saw the brothers on the cross crying.

From the tears of that brother, he saw grievance, grief, resentment, and liberation.

Finally someone has said justice for Your Highness, you are a fool.

I kept asking me if I said, if I said, if I said, if I said, if I said, if I said, if I said, if I said, if I said, if I said, if I said!

You are so fucking untie the forbidden talisman that stuffed into my mouth!

I have banned my words and asked me to confess to you leniently?

This Highness Tanima is so bright!

...

"Ahem, sorry, brother."

"That, I have no experience in the first interrogation."

Young Master Song scratched his head, feeling his old face hot.

He would not admit that he was having fun because of his slap.

Forgot the purpose of the interrogation for a moment, so he did not untie the forbidden talisman for Chen Ao!

And who invented this forbidden talisman? It’s impossible to tell if you stick it on your mouth!

Looking at the innocent storekeeper Song and the storekeeper Song, Chen Ao Lao burst into tears.

He was wrong. He shouldn't have been in a hurry to come to Wanling Garden from the beginning.

When the thirteenth brother came to his palace and took Qin Gao away.

He should have replaced all the palace maids and eunuchs.

Especially the Little Little Little Zi who came into contact with him directly.

It’s all because of my thoughts.

Still not cautious enough!

...

The words are divided into two ends.

"Ah Yeh! Ah Yeh!"

Chen Tian, ​​who had been busy for a day, returned to the inn and began to prepare for his practice.

Suddenly, he sneezes again.

Chen Tian couldn't help but feel helpless about this. Which girl was thinking of me?

Since traveling through time, he has a beautiful face and has become an immortal master in Wanling Garden.

Chen Tian is always being remembered by others.

Especially those fanatical girls, they are surrounded by them every day.

Everyone was clamoring to give Chen Tiansheng monkey, but they couldn't drive him away no matter how hard he drove him away.

Chen Tian really felt very troublesome about this.

If it weren't for the purpose of whitewashing luck and getting rid of this bad halo.

Chen Tian had already left Wanling Garden to find a quiet place and practiced.

After all, there are dangerous worlds of immortal cultivation everywhere, and it is safe to leave the mountain in the Mahayana period.

Chen Tian is currently not short of cultivation resources, so to be honest, I don’t want to be too high-profile.
To be continued...