The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Qiao Tianchang sat in the yard, smelling the **** smell in the yard, and looking at the Nanyu that came over: "What about people?"

"In the dungeon." Nanyu naturally knows who Qiao Tianchang is asking.

Qiao Tian nodded and looked thoughtfully: "Go, go see."

Nanyu silently followed the dark dungeon behind Joe Tianchang.

In the dungeon, the scholars were locked in the limbs, locked in the cell, and saw them coming. Just looking at them, they bowed their heads and didn't seem to care. What kind of treatment would be followed.

"Nanyu, handed it to you, before I let him die, I don't want people to die, understand?" Qiao Tianchang looked at Nanyu on the side, cold mouth.

Nanyu was a glimpse first, then laughed: "I can't ask for it." This smile is probably since the family was annihilated, Nanyu revealed a sincere smile.

Nanyu looked at Qiao Tianchang and left, until he couldn't see the trace, he turned to look at the scholar. His eyes were bloodthirsty and excited.

Finally, after waiting for so many years, I finally let him wait until this day. I have to know that he has waited for ten years on this day. How did he come over this decade? No one knows.

In the face of Qiao Tianchang, the scholars can turn a blind eye, but the boy in front of him, he has a very dangerous feeling.

"who are you?"

Nanyu looked at the scholar, and his voice was horrible: "Who am I? I am afraid you don't really want to know."

The brows of the scholars wrinkled slightly: "Less here is the gods and ghosts, who are you?"

"Since you want to know, then I will tell you that when I killed my family, I thought about the result of today."

The scholar’s ​​face changed greatly and looked at Nanyu: “Who are you?”

"Haha, who am I, my family, dozens of people, in the hands of you and your master, now you ask me who I am? In the past ten years, you know that I can't wait to eat your meat. Drink your blood and revenge for my family." Nanyu’s words are very slow and clear, and it is impossible for scholars to forget.

The scholar looked at Nanyu, and his face changed: "Is it you? Are you still alive?" They always thought that the child was dead, and did not expect that it would still be alive.

Nanyu haha ​​smiled: "Yes, I am still alive, not only I am still alive, my brother is still alive, how is it disappointing you? It took so many people to kill our brothers." ""

"Wang Wang is in your hands?" The scholar suddenly thought of something, and he looked at Nanyu.

"What is it?" In this place, it is completely closed. Nanyu does not believe that he can escape, and even if there is an opportunity, he will let him escape.

The scholars suddenly understood why these locusts were useless at all. There was a Nanyu who had the king of the scorpion. How could their locusts move Ning Mengyao?

"What do you want?"

"How? Of course, it is better for you to die, the boss said, let you taste the feeling of being swallowed by mites, I think this taste will be very good?" Nanyu mouth with a bloodthirsty smile There is also the thrill of revenge.

Nanyu walked into the scholar and stuffed two pills into the mouth of the scholar.

"What did you give me?" The scholar was forced to swallow, and he looked at Nanyu, and he instinctively told him that this would not be a good thing.

"Reassured, you soon know what it is." Nanyu laughed mad.

The scholar looked at Nanyu like this, and the bad premonition in his heart became more obvious.

Nanyu was sitting in a chair and looking at the scholar. He has a lot of time now. He has this patience waiting for him to attack. He has to look at his painful appearance.

Soon, the face of the scholar became distorted, and the body seemed to be burned. At this time, he could not wait to jump into the ice water.

However, in the next moment, there was another cold rise in the body, and then it became a bitter cold. This coldness caused even a layer of hoarfrost on his body surface.

"Ice and fire." Endured the pain in the body, the scholar said with a grin.

"A bit of eyesight." Nanyu said with a smile, this is something specially prepared for him.