Chapter 71 The Demon Cult Disciples Are Not Easy to Provoke
"Ah, the Little Prince of the Northwest, Chu Qingyu? Why would the young master provoke his people? Where did you take them? That little prince is really powerful." Tao Hong obviously knew the name of the Little Prince of the Northwest, and asked a series of questions with a look of surprise.
"He's just a guard of Chu Qingyu. Even if they find out about it later, will they still turn against the Xue family for a small guard? Originally, they planned to put him directly into jail and let the Beijing government charge him with murder and punish him. But the young master said that Zhang Dexing was a timid person and probably wouldn't dare to kill him. So they pretended to be from the Dali Temple and took the man out. By the way, I heard from the young master that he was imprisoned in the water dungeon here and let him die slowly. Didn't you see anyone escorting him here?" The gray-clothed man seemed to really regard Taohong as his confidante, and told her the whole story without reservation.
Qing Yi, who was listening closely from outside the window, suddenly realized: So that's what happened! Xue An, that idiot, actually intended to kill him. Humph, if that's the case, don't blame Qing Yi for being ruthless. If I can't make him cry for his parents, what kind of disciple of the Demon Sect is he?
"I didn't see anything, how could we bring him here! What if...what if someone finds out?" Taohong looked worried, as if she was extremely afraid that the matter would be exposed.
"What can that idiot young master achieve? If I hadn't given him advice, he wouldn't be where he is today?" The gray-clothed man's words were full of disdain for Xue An.
Qing Yi peered through the crack in the window, carefully examining the man's features: he was over forty years old, thin, with prominent cheekbones and a sparse mustache. "Hmph, I've got his appearance memorized. Since he's confessed so readily, I'll count him in!"
"In that case, why not kill him quickly to avoid any more trouble. If he escapes from the dungeon, wouldn't that be troublesome?" Although Taohong had a shy face, she didn't even blink when talking about killing people. She was not like an ordinary woman at all.
"I have also advised the young master, but he said that since he has been caught, he must be tortured and made to suffer before dying. This villa is located in a remote area and no one will find it." said the man in gray.
"But..." Taohong was still worried and even wanted to get up and go to the dungeon to check.
However, just as she was about to move, the gray-shirted man grabbed her and said, "Why are you meddling in other people's business? It has nothing to do with you. What kind of place is the water dungeon? So many people have been imprisoned there, but has anyone ever escaped? He is just a small guard, not a martial arts master. You should be at ease. Even if he really ran away, he would go to seek revenge on Xue An. What does it have to do with you and me?" After the gray-shirted man said this, he leaned over and approached Taohong.
"Hey, hey!" Qing Yi let out a strange laugh outside the window, which was particularly creepy in the quiet of the night. The two people in the room trembled with fear. "Who?" the gray-shirted man shouted sternly.
"Bang!" The door opened and a figure in a royal blue gown walked in slowly.
"You, you..." Taohong didn't recognize the man, but the gray-shirted man immediately recognized him. It was Qing Yi—the guy Young Master Xue wanted to get rid of. Why was he here? Did he really escape from the dungeon? The roast chicken they gave him was not only poisoned, but also contained a power-dissolving powder!
"It's good that we know each other, then I don't have to waste my breath!" Qing Yi raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You, you!" The two people on the bed were so terrified that they even forgot to put on clothes to cover their bodies.
"Come on, tell me what happened in detail from beginning to end! Otherwise, look at this!" Qing Yi picked up the teacup on the table and placed it in his palm. With a slight force, the teacup instantly turned into powder and fell to the ground.
"I...I..." Taohong only felt a warm feeling spreading across the bed. She looked down and saw that Manager Hu was so scared that he became incontinent, and his urine soaked the mattress.
"Hu...you..." Tao Hong looked at the trembling man on the bed with disdain, which made his face flush red with shame. He wanted to remain calm, but he was born timid and couldn't control himself.
"Hey, do you plan to put on your clothes by yourselves, or do you want me to help you?" Qing Yi saw that the two of them were still unaware that their clothes were in disarray, so he couldn't help but remind them with a hint of teasing in his tone.
"Ah!" The two of them woke up from their dream and put on their clothes in a hurry.
After the two were dressed, Qing Yi grabbed a sheet and tied them up tightly. He was extremely cautious, carefully checking their mouths and bodies for poison, to prevent them from committing suicide. After all, he had suffered similar losses in his previous dealings with Beiliang spies.
"You...don't touch me!" Taohong screamed. She was touched all over from head to toe by a strange man, and even her mouth was pried open for inspection. Even though she was not innocent, she felt that this man was too rude and abrupt.
Qing Yi didn't care and snorted coldly, "Stop shouting. I don't mind you dirtying my hands!" After saying that, he clapped his hands seriously, as if they were really stained with something dirty.
"You!" Tao Hong had probably never encountered such an unreasonable and rude person before. She was born with a beautiful face and had always been highly sought after. How could she have ever been despised like this? For a moment, she was so angry that she trembled all over.
"What's wrong? Be quiet for a while, you'll have a chance to speak later." Qing Yi raised a wicked smile and reached out to touch Taohong's mute xue.
"Hey, it's your turn!" Qing Yi turned his attention to the man in gray, reached out and tapped him on the head, and said jokingly, "Your head looks quite strong! In my opinion, it should be stronger than that teacup, right?"
“It’s not strong, it’s not strong…” The man in gray shirt turned pale with fright, and kept shaking his head with a bitter face.
"What? Are you questioning what I said?" Qing Yi raised his eyebrows, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.
"I dare not, I dare not! You are absolutely right, hero! My head is harder than a teacup, harder than a teacup!" The man in gray was as timid as a mouse. He was so scared that he was incoherent and begged for mercy repeatedly.
"Haha, since you keep saying it's harder than a teacup, why don't we give it a try and see which will break first, the teacup or your head?" Qing Yi said, picking up the teacup on the table, weighing it in his hand, and pretending to smash it on the gray-shirted man's head.
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