Chapter 44 The Despair of Zhang Yiqi

Zhang Yiqi was struggling desperately, and the white fat body wearing only a piece of silk pants was like a disgusting worm on the short bed. The mouth blocked by the towel made vague calls from time to time.

Towels that tied his hands and feet on the short bed were weird. After the domineering wild boars were tied up by the domineering wild boar, even if they struggled overnight, they could not be opened, not to mention that he was as long as the age of this year, and his body was not as good as before. In recent years, it has been emptied by wine. The so -called struggle is only futile, and it is funny. As for those virtuous calls, it is no longer louder than mosquitoes.

Zhang Yiqi immediately discovered this. After all, he dared to ignore hundreds of unjust soul Tang officials. In this nervous juncture, he forced himself to calm down and stopped struggling, but listened to the sound of the sides.

Someone in the room, obviously that person did not want to cover up. The sound of footsteps sounded stable and clearly from Zhang Yiqi, and gradually approached, and immediately came to him. Thinking of one thing, a stiffness, exhausted his whole body with the pressure of fear ... he closed his eyes tightly.

The murderer who dares to bind the guests in the red sleeves, you can imagine what kind of bravery and fierceness. If he finds that he can see his face, where can he still have a way to go? Yes, he is indeed the imperial history, but in the history books of Datang, there are many officials who died in the hands of Manghan in the city!

"This thing is not as fun as I thought. I thought that after being gagged, you would still vaguely declare that I don't like this tune, so I can use this thing on my hand to give you pain and pleasure, but I didn't expect You have calmed down so quickly, okay, open your eyes."

The voice was very clear, with a hint of sarcasm in the calmness. It didn't sound like a murderer talking at all, but more like a young man from a certain shop in Chang'an joking with someone.

Zhang Yiqi thought that he couldn't be fooled, so he closed his eyes tightly, and his eyebrows even hurt when he closed them. He refused to open his eyes, but in his heart he kept wondering who this young man was and why he wanted to deal with him.

"Open your eyes, otherwise I will really blow your anus with the thing in my hand." The young voice was calm, but it sounded like he meant what he said.

Zhang Yiqi no longer dared to guess what the other party was thinking. He opened his eyes tremblingly and looked forward in horror——

I saw a young man squatting in front of a short bed, looking at me with a smile from less than half a step away, as if he met an old friend in another country, but he was holding a two-foot-long stick in his hand. The table legs, at this moment, looking at them with such concentration, can't help but look a little crazy.

Ning Que looked at the censor's blushing face seriously and smiled gently: "I will take off the towel from your mouth, but please control your volume. If your volume is too loud, I will have to I will kill you immediately. I know that many officials in Datang are not afraid of death, but you are definitely not included."

But in Zhang Yiqi's eyes, this childish face and these gentle smiles exuded the coldest smell. The other party did not cover his face, was not worried about being seen by himself, and even wanted to be seen by himself, so there were only two Possibility: The young man has a huge background behind him, and he is not worried about an angry retaliation after a royal censor is insulted, or... he wants to kill himself.

"Do we have any grudge?"

Zhang Yiqi forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and asked. He quickly recalled his political opponents and the descendants of the prisoners he had punished. However, he sadly discovered that in the past few years, he had been suppressed by His Majesty's invisible coldness and was suppressed on the edge of the court. He was not qualified to go there. If he offends anyone, how can he have any descendants?

"In ordinary stories, many Avengers will say at this time that you and I have no grudges. We just want to do something for the suffering of the people in the world, so we have to act on Haotian's behalf and kill Er and other traitors, but it is a pity..."

Ning Que shook his head regretfully and said, "We really have a grudge. So I'm not a hero, nor am I Sailor Moon. I'm just a little person who holds a grudge."

"How old are you? What grudge can we have?" Zhang Yiqi asked in a trembling voice.

Ning Que coughed twice, and then began to chant slowly in the most affectionate tone and with the fullest spirit: "I come from the mountains and rivers, and I want to take your life; I come from the river, and I want to take your life; I come from Grassland, I want to take your life; I come from the uninhabited small village in Yanjing, and I want to take your life; I come from the uninhabited General's Mansion in Chang'an City, and I want to take your life."

When he heard the words "uninhabited village in Yanjing" and "uninhabited general's mansion in Chang'an City", Zhang Yiqi's eyes darkened and he almost fainted. He finally knew what grudge the young man in front of him had against him, but it was already too late.

If constant praise can make the other party stop seeking revenge, he would definitely not mind praising this bunch of shitty short sentences into the most perfect poem during the Tianqi period of the Tang Dynasty, but he knew that this was impossible, whether it was massacre of villages or propaganda. General Wei's family was exterminated, which was a grudge that could not be resolved in the world.

Zhang Yiqi looked at the young man in front of him with dim eyes and despair. He no longer expected to survive today, but still wanted to delay the time. He said with a sad face: "I was ordered by others, I just..."

He was about to cry out for help. He believed that when his seemingly desperate begging for mercy turned into a scream for help, the boy would not be able to react. As long as the word "help" was spoken, whether it was his own guard or the brothel's thugs, they would definitely respond. When the time comes, the young man will also have to be buried with him, and even... maybe the young man will forget to kill himself in his panic.

This plan looks beautiful, but the censor, who has lived in Chang'an for a long time, has no idea how vigilant the hunters in the Min Mountains will be about the seemingly dead prey before cutting the meat and skin of the prey. Just when he had just started to inhale and the airflow in his lungs was still far away from his vocal cords, Ning Que's palm had already inserted through the hole in the short bed.

The steel-like palm tip stabbed Zhang Yiqi's throat hard. The skin did not show any damage, but the cartilage inside was completely broken.

Ning Que stood up, took out a randomly picked iron nail and pointed it at the back of the censor's head. He measured the opponent's head with the yellow-rusted but still sharp nail tip, and then held the table leg with his right hand. Smashed it down hard.

There was a slight muffled sound, just like the sound of the sharp scimitar of the prairie barbarians piercing the wine skin. The rusty iron nail penetrated Zhang Yiqi's skull and penetrated deeply until it was gone.

Ning Que quickly put a snow-white towel on the back of his head, aiming it at the spot where the rusty nails were buried in his skull. He pressed the towel with both hands and pressed down hard. Suddenly, the short bed began to creak, as if it was about to fall apart.