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Fang Xing walked to the door of the execution room. He sniffed and said, "An Lun, why?"

Jin Yiwei's people have already begun to take over the sergeants, some of whom use both hands and feet, climbing to the roof with dexterity like an ape.

There was silence inside, Shen Yang walked over and pointed inside, then looked at Fang Xing with questioning eyes.

Fang Xing did not have Zhu Zhanji's authorization, but Shen Yang was still asking him for instructions. This was taking a risk.

"An Lun, why?"

Fang Xing just asked again.

An Lun's voice faintly came from inside: "Thank you Xing and Uncle for coming. Our family...Our family and Yan Dajian have a **** hatred."

Fang Xing suddenly realized that the reason An Lun didn't want to enter the palace was because he was worried that he could not get revenge.

It was difficult to get out by the emperor's side, even if he did, but Dongchang was not in his hands, he couldn't attack such important officials as Yan Dajian.

All the doubts were solved, Shen Yang shouted and asked, "What kind of grudges?"

"Ho **** ho..."

An Lun laughed suddenly, her voice sharp, like a night owl.

Fang Xing heard someone whining inside, and that should be Yan Dajian.

He is not dead yet!

Fang Xing felt more relieved, and said: "What **** hatred you said, as long as you are in charge, your majesty will naturally call the shots for you."

"Thank you Xinghe Bo."

An Lun stopped the penetrating laughter, and then said: "Our family has put the knife on Yan Dajian's neck now. If someone rushes in, he will die first!"

Shenyang said in a deep voice: "But you can't run away either!"

"Our family never thought about running today!"

An Lun's voice was cold.

"Help!"

Yan Dajian's cry for help suddenly came from inside, followed by a scream.

Fang Xing had never heard such a scream.

He felt a tingling scalp and goose bumps all over him.

"what!"

The screams were continuous.

Shen Yang saw Fang Xing, his eyes flickering sharply.

He was about to break in.

Fang Xing shook his head and whispered: "I'll go in!"

Shenyang knew that this was Fang Xing's saving An Lun in the end, so he nodded, then turned around and kicked.

Bang!

Shenyang's leg strength is not bad, but he didn't kick open the door.

As he staggered back, An Lun's scream came from inside.

"Dog bastard, your son tortured and killed my sister back then!"

Xin Laoqi was about to take a shot, Fang Xing waved his hand when he heard this, and then walked slowly to the door of the room.

"Who are you? The officer doesn't know you!"

An Lun probably stopped, and there were two gasping noises inside.

"Yan Dajian, do you still remember your hometown? You bastard, when my mother and sister entered your house, I entered the palace..."

Fang Xing lowered his eyes slightly, probably knowing some direction.

"Your family was not qualified to keep slaves at the time, but you are a polite bastard, Yan family slaves are everywhere."

Slavery has always been a big problem, and Da Ming has strict restrictions on it.

But the decisions above are often treated as waste paper below.

"But my sister..."

There was no light in the torture room, and Yan Dajian was tied to a wooden post in a large font and covered in red fruits.

An Lun was holding a short knife in his left hand and an awl in his right hand. The facial features were all crowded together, and his voice was stern.

"The beast Yan Chunhui wanted to use force on my sister, but was blocked by my mother. That beast actually killed my mother, and then..."

An Lun looked up to the sky and cried: "Our family has finally made it to the top, but we sent someone there but got bad news, my mother, my sister...my last relative...you bastard!"

Yan Dajian finally knew the origin of his calamity. He said in a panic: "The official doesn't know, the official doesn't know, it must be done by the subordinate. If you let the official, the official will find that person... Cut, cut a thousand knives."

An Lun lowered his head, tears running down his cheeks.

He choked up and said: "Mother, sister..."

Yan Dajian's heart was shaken by his voice of admiration, and he struggled hard.

An Lun's face gradually increased with a smile, very warm.

"Mother, sister, Yan Dajian's family won't survive, I will come later!"

He found a few iron rods from the torture instrument, and when he turned around, the smile on his face became a little weird.

Only then did Yan Dajian remember An Lun’s reputation for driving the victim to madness. He trembled and shouted: "Spare, Father An..."

An Lun walked over slowly, and he chuckled: "This is an iron rod. I don't look at it, but did you know that our family sent people to take these four iron rods to find a Taoist who can do the trick..."

Yan Dajian didn't know what An Lun was going to do, but a chill was formed from his back, instantly covering his whole body.

He roared: "You are Witch Gu! Your Majesty will destroy your three clans!"

An Lun smiled and said, "My mother knelt down and begged them to take in my sister, but the so-called relatives refused to reach out. Since then, I have no relatives."

Yan Dajian hoped that someone would break in, but now there was no sound outside, obviously waiting.

They are waiting for the result of the ‘interrogation’.

Yan Dajian only felt cold in his heart, he knew he was finished.

Even if he was rescued, the emperor would make a thorough investigation of his past.

His past flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and his face was pale.

I am dead!

An Lun's voice lowered a little, with a little bewilderment.

"That Taoist's work on the iron drill will make you feel dispelled, and your children and grandchildren will be slaves for generations... You have a granddaughter... I heard that you love her very much... She will live and give birth to countless children..."

"Do not!"

Yan Dajian pleaded subconsciously: "Please let her go, she is still a child!"

"Then my sister is not a child?"

An Lun said coldly: "Yan Dajian, God is watching you!"

Boom!

Jin Yiwei on the roof was ordered to poke a hole in the roof, ready to observe the situation inside.

The sky shines straight down from the roof.

The beam of light flickered slightly, and countless dusts were flying in it, like countless little people dancing and calling in it...

An Lun stared at the flying dust in the beam of light~www.NovelMTL.com~ and then the beam of light was gone, and the hole was covered by an eye on the roof.

He lowered his head slightly and sighed, "What are you thinking?"

Turbid tears slipped from Yan Dajian's eyes, and he begged: "Let me go! Please."

"Yan Chunhui?"

Yan Dajian nodded and said with a smile: "The old man bears all sins."

An Lun sighed softly, his voice seemed to come from Jiuyou Hell.

"That's the culprit!"

He walked to Yan Dajian's body, held a slender iron brace in his right hand, and slowly squatted down.

Yan Dajian hissed: "What are you going to do? You crazy man, what are you going to do?"

He felt death peering at him from the side.

He panicked.

An Lun slowly raised his head, looked at Yan Dajian's eyes, and said, "For my mother."

His right hand waved vigorously.

The iron drill pierced Yan Dajian's left foot like lightning, and then plunged deeply into the ground.

"what……"

With a screaming scream, the Jinyiwei on the roof was taken aback, and then stepped away.

The beam of light descended again.

An Lun squatted beside the beam of light, quietly looking at Yan Dajian.

He also held three iron rods in his left hand. He slowly picked up one with his right hand and said, "For my mother."

He repeated this sentence again, and Jin Yiwei, who was on the roof preparing to come back to observe, only felt terrified, and looked down.

Fang Xing is just outside the door, he doesn't move, no one can get in.

On the side of the beam of light, the iron drill in An Lun's right hand pierced forcefully.

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