Nightfall

Zhang Yiqi struggled desperately. His fat white body wearing only a pair of silk obscene pants bounced like a disgusting worm on a short bed. The mouth blocked by a towel made a vague cry for help from time to time.

The towel that tied his hands and feet to the short bed was weird with knots. After the wild boar in Minshan was bound by this knot, he couldn't even break apart even after struggling overnight, not to mention that he is now too old and his body is not as good as before. In the past few years, he has been emptied by the wine color. The so-called struggle is only in vain and funny. As for the vague cry for help, it is no louder than the mosquitoes.

Zhang Yiqi immediately discovered this in despair. After all, he was a Datang official who dared to ignore hundreds of injustices. At this juncture, he forced himself to calm down and no longer struggle. He listened to the sounds around him.

There was someone in the room, and it was obvious that the person did not want to cover up. The sound of footsteps steadily and clearly rang from behind Zhang Yiqi, gradually approaching, and immediately approaching him, Zhang Yiqi was trying to see who dared to act so boldly, suddenly Thinking of a thing, stiff all over, exhausted all his energy under the pressure of fear ... closed his eyes tightly.

Dare to bind the guest with bad intentions in the red sleeves, you can imagine how fierce and fierce. If you let him find that he saw his face, where else can he live? Yes, he is indeed the imperial history, but in the Tang Dynasty's history books, there are many officials who died in the hands of the city's reckless men!

"This thing is not as fun as I imagined. I thought that after being plugged, you will still vaguely declare that the old man does not love this tone, then I can use this thing with my hands to make you hurt and happy. You are honestly down so quickly, okay, open your eyes. "

'S voice is very clear, with a touch of sarcasm in peace, not like a murderer talking at all, but more like a teenager in a certain place in Chang'an chatting with people.

Zhang Yiqi thought that he could not be fooled. He closed his eyes tightly, and even closed his eyebrows. The life and death refused to open his eyes, but he kept wondering who this young man was and why he had to deal with himself.

"Open your eyes, otherwise I will really burst your chrysanthemum with the things in my hand." The young voice was calm, but the smell of what he said was done.

Zhang Yiqi no longer dared to guess the other party ’s intentions, opened his eyes tremblingly, looking forward in horror——

I saw a teenager squatting in front of a short bed, looking at himself with a smile at a distance of less than half a step, as if he met an old friend in his hometown, but he was holding a foot two feet long in his hand. The table legs, at this moment in this scene, look at this kind of expression and concentration, and inevitably look a little crazy.

Ning Que looked very seriously at this master Yu Shi ’s blushing face and smiled softly: "I untied the towel on your mouth, but please control your volume. If your volume is too high, I have to Immediately killing you, I know that many of our Datang officials are not afraid of death, but certainly not including you. "

But in Zhang Yiqi's eyes, this still childish face, these gentle smiles, reveal the coldest taste, the other party did not cover his face, do not worry about being seen by himself, or even want to see it, then there are only two Possibly: The teenager has a huge background behind him, and he does n’t worry about the angry counterattack of a humiliated Yu Shi, or ... he wants to kill himself.

"Do we have hatred?"

Zhang Yiqi forcibly repressed his fear and asked, quickly recalling his political enemies, the offenders who had been punished. However, he sadly found that in recent years he was suppressed by His Majesty's invisible coldness on the edge of Chaotang, and he was not qualified to go. Where can offenders have offspring if they offend anyone?

"In general stories, many Avengers will say at this time that I and you have no hatred and no complaints, just for the sake of the world's suffering, so I have to act on behalf of Hao Tian, ​​Zhuer and other traitors, but I am sorry ..."

Ning Que shook his head regretfully and said, "We really have hatred. So I'm not a hero, nor a beautiful young soldier, I'm just a little person who remembers hatred."

"How old are you, what hatred can we have?" Zhang Yiqi asked tremblingly.

Ning Que coughed twice, and then began to recite slowly with the most affectionate tone and fullest spirit: "I come from mountains and rivers, I want to take your life; I come from the river bank, I want to take your life; I come from Grassland, take your life; I ’m from Yanjing ’s uninhabited small village, take your life; I ’m from Chang’an City ’s uninhabited general ’s house, take your life. ”

Hearing the two sentences of Yanjing unmanned village and Changan city uninhabited general mansion, Zhang Yiqi's eyes were black, almost fainting, and he finally knew what hatred the teenager and himself had in front of him, but it was too late.

If he can stop the revenge if he keeps praising, he would never mind praising these piles of **** as the most perfect poem in the Tang dynasty, but he knows it is impossible, whether it is Tucun or Xuan. The destruction of General Wei was all animosity that could not be resolved in the world.

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He was about to cry out for help. He believed that it seemed to be desperately begging for mercy, and finally turned into a scream for help. This young man should not respond. As long as the two words of life-saving exit, whether it is his own guard or the throb of the blue building, will definitely respond At that time, the teenager must also be buried for himself, or even ... the teenager might forget to kill himself in a panic.

The plan looks beautiful, but the imperial history that has lived in Chang'an for a long time does not know how alert the hunters in Minshan will be to the prey that seems to be dead before cutting the meat of the prey. Just when he had inhaled, and the airflow in the lung lobes was still far away from the vocal cords, Ning Que's palm was already inserted into the void of the short bed.

The steel-like palm tip poked Zhang Yiqi's throat fiercely. There was no slight damage on the skin, but the cartilage inside had been cracked.

Ning Que stood up, took out a random nail picked by his hand, and pointed it somewhere in the back of Yushi's brain, measured it with a yellow rust but still sharp nail tip in the other person's brain, and then held the table leg in his right hand. Slammed down.

A slight muffled noise, like the sound made by the prairie barbarians who pierced through the skin filled with wine, the corroded iron nails penetrated Zhang Yiqi's brain bones and pierced deep into them.

Ning Que quickly put a snow-white towel on his back, aiming at the position where the rusty nail was submerged in the skull. His hands pressed down firmly on the towel, and his feet stood on tiptoe, exhausting his whole body's strength. Suddenly, the short bed started to creak, as if about to fall apart.

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