"ah!!"
Duan Zhengchun's arm broke, and he screamed in agony again.
Gan Baobao smiled faintly, her words icy: "Duan Zhengchun, you're celebrating too soon. Do you know that no matter what choice you make, you're doomed?"
"Ha ha ha ha--"
Duan Zhengchun, seemingly insane, continued to laugh and sneer, "To think that I, the dignified Prince of Zhennan of Dali, have fallen to this state, is simply a matter of fate."
"Baby, he is, after all, a prince of Dali. How can we kill him so easily?" Murong Fu embraced Gan Baobao and said with a faint smile:
“I think we should break his tendons, cut out his tongue, puncture his eardrums, and leave him in the valley as a deaf and mute servant.”
"You are so vicious!"
Duan Zhengchun was stunned, staring at Murong Fu with resentment.
“Hmm—” Murong Fu thought for a moment and added, “I think it wouldn’t be bad to smash his brains and make him an idiot.”
"don't want!"
Duan Zhengchun exclaimed in shock, "I'll do anything you want, just don't kill me!"
Murong Fu smiled faintly, and said mockingly, "What's the point of you, a prince, living such a miserable life? Why not just kill yourself?"
"No! Young Master Murong, I'm willing to be your servant. Just don't kill me, I'll do anything. I'm willing to be your dog."
Duan Zhengchun kowtowed repeatedly, his face full of flattery.
Dignity was lost the moment he castrated himself; now it is merely the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "In that case, I will make a request: leave behind the manuals of One Finger Divine Skill and Six Meridians Divine Sword."
"I'll write it right now!"
Duan Zhengchun looked at Murong Fu awkwardly, "This... the Four Treasures of the Study..."
Murong Fu said expressionlessly, "Write it with your blood!"
Duan Zhengchun nodded with a pained expression, then painfully and shakily took off his outer garment, dipped his finger in the blood, and quickly wrote.
Suddenly, a finger strike severed Duan Zhengchun's Achilles tendon.
Then Murong Fu's icy voice came from beside her ear: "If you dare to play any tricks again, I will make you a deaf-mute with crippled limbs."
Duan Zhengchun trembled all over, his face contorted in extreme pain.
But he could only painfully change the words he had just written.
The difference of just one word in the content carries the risk of going mad; Duan Zhengchun has ulterior motives!
Zhong Ling walked over and looked at Duan Zhengchun with a mocking tone, "You're my biological father? You're such a person, even worse than my adoptive father."
Duan Zhengchun looked up in surprise at Zhong Ling, and seeing her disgusted expression, he felt a pang of disappointment.
But the most important thing now is to stay alive. As long as we survive, there is still hope for a turnaround.
Silently, Duan Zhengchun finished reciting the One-Finger Divine Skill manual.
Murong Fu reached out and grabbed, and the blood-written letter floated into his hand. He scanned it carefully and clicked his tongue, saying, "The One-Finger Divine Skill is indeed extraordinary, worthy of being the Duan family's unique skill."
"Duan Zhengchun, what are you standing there for? Continue."
Murong Fu glanced at him.
Duan Zhengchun smiled wryly: "I don't understand the Six Meridians Divine Sword..."
Murong Fu said jokingly, "Heh—I heard your son Duan Yu is especially skilled in the Six Meridians Divine Sword?"
Duan Zhengchun panicked and said hastily, "No! Yu'er's martial arts skills were imparted to him by Master Kurong. He doesn't understand martial arts at all, let alone the secret manuals."
"Really? You know a lot about this?"
Murong Fu raised an eyebrow, his expression becoming increasingly mocking.
Duan Zhengchun looked miserable. He could imagine that if he didn't write it, Murong Fu would definitely cause trouble for Duan Yu.
He was already a cripple, and Yu'er was the only male heir. If something happened to Yu'er, this lineage would be completely cut off.
Thinking of this, Duan Zhengchun felt a deep sadness. Even if he died, he would never implicate Yu'er!
Duan Zhengchun looked up and pleaded, "Young Master Murong, you are a chivalrous man. I believe you would not do something so ruthless. I hope that after you kill me, you will spare Yu'er's life."
Murong Fu patted Duan Zhengchun's head and said with a faint smile, "Be sensible, and maybe I won't kill you."
Although Duan Zhengchun didn't believe it, this was his only chance to survive, so he could only thank him repeatedly.
"Thank you, Young Master Murong, for sparing my life!"
After expressing his gratitude, he quickly wrote down the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual from memory.
Murong Fu glanced at the manual and said coldly, "As expected, you know it. You still want to play tricks, Duan Zhengchun, you're not being honest."
Duan Zhengchun was on the verge of tears and could only look at Murong Fu with pleading eyes.
"Don't worry, I said I wouldn't kill you, and I won't. We'll play around with you slowly."
Murong Fu thought of Dao Baifeng and Duan Yu, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Killing Duan Zhengchun before even revealing his infidelity would be too lenient.
He had to confront Dao Baifeng before torturing him to death; only then would he feel satisfied.
Zhong Ling whispered a reminder: "Husband, let the tiger return to the mountain..."
"Heh—" Murong Fu sneered, "Tiger? He's worthy of the title?"
Looking at Duan Zhengchun's pig-dog-like appearance, the group was stunned, finding it hard to associate him with a tiger.
Duan Zhengchun was not angry at all; instead, he smiled apologetically... He was patient!
Murong Fu continued, "Although I won't kill you, I have said I would make you deaf and mute."
The words fell.
Murong Fu channeled his inner energy and unleashed the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
Although it's still a bit raw, it has to be said that it's very sharp.
The Six Meridian Divine Sword severed Duan Zhengchun's tendons in his hands and feet.
Then they punctured Duan Zhengchun's eardrums and cut off his tongue.
"ah!!!"
Duan Zhengchun screamed in agony.
It was like slaughtering a pig for the Lunar New Year, filled with a joyful atmosphere.
And he was that pig waiting to be slaughtered.
"Noisy".
Murong Fu spoke calmly.
He shot out a burst of energy, sealing Duan Zhengchun's speech acupoint.
Duan Zhengchun convulsed, cold sweat poured down his face, but no matter how he shouted, he couldn't make a sound. His eyes were bloodshot, and tears of blood streamed down his face. He was almost in despair!
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