Reborn Wang Yuyan

Before Wang Yuyan walked into the big stone house, she heard a spooky and weird laughter coming from inside.

She shuddered when she thought about the scene in the stone house, where a gentle, white-faced scholar was tied to an iron pillar with tears streaming down his face, and a withered old woman laughed and showed her lewdness at him with a whip.

After shuddering and rubbing her arms, Wang Yuyan opened the door.

But the moment she opened the door, she was stunned, stunned.

Because what she saw was almost exactly the same as what she had just imagined. There were eighteen torture instruments in the gloomy stone house, all of which were complete and on display.

Huang's husband is a scholar-looking, extremely beautiful young man. He has a big walnut kernel stuffed in his mouth, and his big eyes are full of tears, and he is about to cry. I really feel pity for him. Fortunately, Mrs. Yan was able to do it. Wang Yuyan

Discussing with belly.

"Where did this pretty boy come from?" Yan Po was surprised and confused when she saw Wang Yuyan pretending to be Ning Caichen here, "How did you run up here?"

"What's wrong with breaking in? Is Mantuo Villa still part of the imperial palace? I can come and leave whenever I want, and you can't stop me." Wang Yuyan had long been dissatisfied with this old man who cares so little about human life, and she was angry.

Angry at her, although she is just a puppet knife, the one who controls her is Mrs. Wang.

"Good boy, there is a road to heaven, but if you don't take it, there is no door to hell to break in and talk without shame. Cutting off one pair of legs is a cut, and two pairs are cut off, okay, okay, today I will teach you what the rules of Mantuo Villa are."

She had never received such angry words before. Yan Po was so angry that she was shaking all over. She became angry with shame and screamed with both voice and appearance.

"There is an old cannibal witch here, brother, run quickly...ah..."

Unexpectedly, the handsome and charming young man actually had some sense of loyalty. After spitting out the walnut kernels in his mouth, he loudly reminded Wang Yuyan to get out of here. Only when he shouted out, was he severely punished by Yan Po, who raised her hand.

Then he whipped him so hard that he was about to die.

"You want to run, but you can run!"

After the whipping, Yan Po snorted coldly, and grabbed Wang Yuyan with her right hand that was as dry as chicken feet. In her eyes, Wang Yuyan pretended to be Ning Caichen, but he was just a big talker who could easily catch him.

Sure enough, as soon as she took action, she caught Wang Yuyan's right hand. But as soon as she grabbed it, before she had time to twist the right hand off, she felt something strange. It was so soft that it seemed like it had no bones.

This is not a man's hand, the fingers are clearly made of catkin that is not wet with spring water.

"you are not……"

However, she had just finished speaking, and before she could say a few more words, she felt that the internal energy in her body was continuously leaking out, and she felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

"This is... let go..."

Two intermittent shouts not only had no effect, but the internal force leaked out faster. Yan Po was so frightened that she struggled violently with all her strength.

How could Wang Yuyan let go at this moment? Although her purpose here was to save Huang's husband, but more importantly, she wanted to destroy this old godly woman and increase her power. Her current internal power was only third-rate, compared to

Granny Yan is better.

Originally, she was planning to find an opportunity to take action, but unexpectedly, Granny Yan actually came to her door.

If God does not take it, he will suffer the consequences!

This gave and took, but within a short time, Yan Po looked sluggish, as if she had aged for ten years, her face was covered with wrinkles like deep grooves, and she struggled and said out of breath: "Let go...

...hand, quickly...let go...of me."

"Well, since you have made such a request, how can I not agree to your request, which is not too much?"

Wang Yuyan let go in response, and Yan Po fell softly to the ground, with only a pair of eyes vainly glowing with malice.

"You're a little prodigal who's been stabbed a thousand times, you're a bastard who's going to die a good death, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go..."

But unexpectedly, after Wang Yuyan adjusted her breath and used a cup of tea to convert the absorbed internal energy into her own, Yan Po regained some strength and began to curse.

"Noisy flies!"

In Wang Yuyan's eyes, verbal abuse and personal attacks were just floating clouds, and they would not lose a piece of meat. But the noise was like a demonic voice that penetrated the brain. For some people, being too old to die was a thief. She was annoyed and simply pointed out

Knock it down so you don't have to keep harping on it.

After turning Yan Po into a wax figure, the stone house suddenly became quiet.

The white-faced scholar had also stopped struggling and crying, and was tied there in a daze. The situation changed so quickly that he didn't even realize what happened. He felt his hands tied behind the iron pillar loosen, and he

Only then did he wake up and realize that he was saved.

"I, I'm saved. I really don't have to have my legs chopped off and I don't have to be fattened, right?" The white-faced scholar yelled, looking like he was grateful and ecstatic for the rest of his life.

The flowers in this greenhouse just can't stand the abuse.

In fact, any ordinary person who was suddenly taken away, had his legs cut off, and buried alive under flowers would probably be scared to death. Wang Yuyan was also very sympathetic, but at this time she saw his tears and snot flying from his nose.

Looking embarrassed, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart, and then carefully moved aside to avoid getting involved.

"Okay, stop barking there, don't you think you're locked up enough?"

"Yes, yes, yes... everything depends on the hero." The white-faced scholar wiped the tears and snot from his face and said respectfully.

"Your name is Huang Shiyao?" Wang Yuyan didn't want to save the wrong person.

"You are a young man, haven't you asked your benefactor Gao's name yet?" Huang Shiyao asked with a bow.

"Have you read Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing"?"

"Understand a little bit."

"Do you know the saying 'When it's over, just take off your clothes and hide yourself and your name'?"

"So, it's Xiaosheng Meng Lang."

"It's good to know. If you don't stay here for a long time, it's better to leave quickly."

"Thank you for your great kindness, hero. I have taken my leave now. If we meet again by chance, I will be rewarded generously..."

Seeing that Huang Shiyao was still chattering away, Wang Yuyan said angrily: "What kind of retribution is there? If you don't leave, your time will come."

"Yes, yes, yes, Xiaosheng is leaving now. Take care, hero!"

After Huang Shiyao left, Wang Yuyan untied Yan Po's acupuncture points, then ignored her and walked away.

I just didn't expect that Huang Shiyao ran back panting again after taking a few steps.

What a useless scholar!

Wang Yuyan rolled her eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

"This, Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng..." Huang Shiyao's face turned red and he hesitated for a while before saying, "Xiaosheng doesn't know how to row a boat."

"I was born in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, but I didn't even answer the boat. What else could you do?"

Although she scolded him like this, Wang Yuyan couldn't just leave him alone. She had to save people to the end and send Buddha to the west. She had no choice but to recruit the trustworthy little girl from Youcao.

After some instructions, she finally sent Uncle Huang away. When she turned around, she saw a small boat carrying a man and two women arriving at the pier of Mantuo Villa.