C17 Who Counts Who

The people on the paper tower were in a mess. One by one, they flew out and shouted, "Stop!"

Two of them wore bronze masks, each with a different mask. One had the appearance of an ox, the other was the appearance of a horse, and the craftsmanship was extremely exquisite. The rest of the people surrounded Yu Wenzhao with the Soul Luring Banner in their hands, but no one dared to reach out to him.

Yu Wenzhao was surrounded and laughed instead. "You all came out?" "Good morning!"

The person who came down said in a muffled tone: "Kid, what do you want!"

Yu Wenzhao said, "I want a top class room. First, give me 30 fresh meat buns to fill my stomach. I'm starving!" Open ten tables for laozi at once. Get a few ladies, they have to grow up well! "Hurry up!"

Yu Wenzhao stood up and was about to punch the man wearing the horse mask, but this man reached out his hand and grabbed his wrist. He pulled Yu Wenzhao into his embrace and the fire piston fell to the ground. Yu Wenzhao was still shouting loudly when he was caught by those people, "You dare to scam me! Let me go! Otherwise, I'll kill your father, kill your mother, kill your entire family! Let me go!"

The man with the horse-mask pointed at the back of Yu Wenzhao's head, causing him to faint immediately.

When he woke up, a jailor-looking man looked at him coldly with a wet whip in his hand.

Every day, Yu Wenzhao would be whipped a thousand times. This meal was not short, because he almost set fire to this paper inn, and Yu Wenzhao was beaten up for half a month. The people who beat him changed every single day, so they didn't say much. However, they couldn't understand why this little bastard would still dare to hit him from the beginning to the end even though he had been beaten for a thousand years. It was as if this little brat was sick, and the more they hit him, the happier he would become.

This day, Yu Wenzhao had fought more than fifty times, but he still couldn't stop cursing. The people who hit him didn't make a sound, and only beat him up with their heads held low. However, the more these people fought, the more afraid they became, "According to this strategy, even iron men were beaten to death. How can this kid not die?"

When he saw that brat scolding people like he was singing, the person who beat them up felt both angry and amused. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You even f * cking scratched laozi's head! Boy, do you need to use a bit of force?" Are you learning from your mistress? Fuck, what the heck! If you continue to hit me hard, I'll curse your eighteen generations of ancestors! "

"Haven't you eaten today? "Poor child!"

This kid's entire body was covered with lashes and wounds. On the first day, his clothes were all gone, and the second day, his wounds were completely destroyed. The more he hit him, the more excited he became. Even thinking about it made his scalp tingle. This was the third time that he had hit this brat, but this brat had eaten the wrong medicine, so he was still full of spirit when it came to scolding people!

Just as the number of people counted to fifty-four, a voice came from outside, "Stop!"

The man stopped.

However, Yu Wenzhao glared at the person who entered. It was precisely the horse-faced man who caught him that night.

The assaulters and the two counting people simultaneously bowed: "Sir!"

That envoy nodded his head: "The Ghost King has given the order to first lock him up!"

Thus, "this bastard" was locked up in a dungeon. When Yu Wenzhao was pushed into the dungeon, he actually asked, "You bastards don't want to beat me up? Remember, the first day you beat me up one thousand two hundred times, and the second day you hit me down to one thousand three hundred. From now on you will be number one thousand every day.

The bronze horse-faced Ambassador was taken aback, but he only snorted and left.

Yu Wenzhao's two subordinates also followed him. Yu Wenzhao looked around carefully and saw that the hay had just been changed, but Yu Wenzhao laid down on the grass and muttered, "Damn, I didn't think I'd find you guys here. It just so happens that I've mastered the art of blooming an iron tree this time. Thanks!"

It was a pity that those people did not hear it.

Yu Wenzhao woke up after a nap. He glanced around and saw that someone else was locked up next door. He walked over and wanted to say something, but was stunned.

That person, however, turned his face away from the light and sat motionless on the ground. He didn't notice that someone was looking at him.

After a long while, Yu Wenzhao finally called out, "It's you?"

Hearing the voice, that person raised his head and saw that Yu Wenzhao was startled. His expression immediately changed greatly. "It's you!" What are you doing here! "

The sound of the door opening came from afar. Yu Wenzhao sneered, "It's me. Why, you didn't think of it, right?" "Your father has been looking for you so bitterly, where the hell did you find that bag of silver that you stole from me!"

That person was startled when he heard this. Yu Wenzhao sneered. "I didn't expect to meet you here. Heh heh, your father has been looking for you with so much difficulty!" Come here, I'll kill you! "

At this time, a voice sounded from outside the door: "What? "So you were acquainted with each other?"

When Yu Wen saw that the person was actually the same envoy from before, he cursed, "You bastard, bring that brat over here, I'll kill your entire family!"

The envoy was enraged. "You're courting death!" He stretched his hand and grabbed Yu Wenzhao's collar. That night, he gently grabbed Yu Wenzhao and brought him here. Unexpectedly, his hand tightened into a steel band as he asked in shock, "Who are you?"

"You only asked who laozi is now, after giving laozi fourteen thousand five hundred and fifty-four lashes?" Yu Wenzhao said coldly, "Fuck, no wonder your uncle-master is going to force you away. Fuck, he really stole Shaolin Temple's Tendon of the Classic of Changing Technique!" I knew you guys weren't good birds! "If we don't f * cking fight the Mongols, then we'll just have to fight in our own nests. What a f * cking talent, but I wasn't lucky enough to see it." Yu Wenzhao's hand exerted more strength, and with a 'ka' sound, he actually twisted his right hand.

Even though Nao was in cold sweat from the pain, he did not care about the pain of his broken hand. The fear in his eyes was all for the little devil's words: "Who are you? Do you know where my Uncle-Master is! Please show us to the old man! "

Yu Wenzhao said coldly, "Anyway, I'm not your father, and you're not my son. Why are you asking so many questions?" Do you want to seek your father for revenge? This half a month, laozi will be beaten up obediently by all of you, what else do you want!? What the hell did he think it was, daring to casually hit someone with just his own underhanded methods? If you want to see that fake mercy, you don't even have a chance! " Scolding and cursing, he casually punched, sending the thick wooden fence flying and walking out, "I'm leaving, it's best if you burn this place down for me so I don't have to make a move!"

"Your father" scolded as if this half a month was enough and walked next door, "Young Master Gao, I really didn't expect to see you here. Do you want to kill me? In any case, your father won't die even if he hasn't been in the Ghost Worry Valley for two to three years. As long as you have the means, why don't you kill me for two to three years before letting me die! There's no one here to stop you. If you want to leave, then take it as returning the favor that you wanted to save me that year! Remember, that year you took me to run away, but I was captured by your second uncle, that bastard. Today, I will let you go, and they won't even dare to fart.

Yu Wenzhao reached out and opened the door again, saying coldly, "What, you still want them to treat you to breakfast?!"

That envoy saw that the wooden fence that wasn't much weaker than steel actually couldn't block his fist and couldn't help but be aghast: "You made us hit you these days, and you're actually training the blossoming of an iron tree?"

Yu Wen looked after him and smiled, "Yeah, you only remember to spend this kind of effort on training. Why do you only remember now?" This is your training method, and I thought your master didn't teach it to you! "Didn't you think that I would be able to reach such a difficult level of martial arts at my age?"

When the envoy heard this, he was shocked and couldn't help but nod his head. "Yes, as far as I know, without thirty to forty years of hard work, you won't be able to practice this technique."

Yu Wenzhao lowered his voice and asked, "Then do you want to know how I managed to cultivate it?"

When these words were spoken, even Gao Qianli couldn't help but listen attentively. That envoy nodded his head.

"This skill is not difficult. I only spent three years to master this skill, and it took me less than two years to master it."

That envoy was still dumbstruck, wanting to hear more from him. However, this "Old Man" turned around and walked out.

The horse-mask user and Gao Qianli looked at each other, unable to make a sound! There was a constant stream of shouts and ghostly cries coming from the passageway. The dozens of people outside could not even block the little ghost 'father'.

Yu Wenzhao snatched his clothes and put them on before looking at the wounds on his body. A self-deprecating smile actually appeared in his eyes. It was clearly an expression of sadness! He recognized the direction and walked another ten miles before he reached a public road. However, the road was nothing. Yu Wenzhao leaned against a tree and sat down, staring blankly at the leaves.

As he was falling asleep, he heard a man's voice coming from the road. It was a children's song, and it was even a Sichuan accent: "Er Wa, Er Duo, follow dad to Chengdu, Chengdu is easy to play …"

Yu Wenzhao was stupefied by what he heard. "If my parents were still alive, they would definitely love me so much. You don't want anyone to bully me! " Anger welled up in his heart. "How can this child be so doted on by his father? Yet, I've suffered so much since I was young!" Suddenly, she jumped up and blocked his path. "What are you screaming for!"

The man was stunned. Seeing that it was a young man whose face was covered in blood, he was first surprised, but then he felt pity in his heart. "Little brother, what's wrong? But didn't you eat anything? "

Yu Wen saw that although Fatty Bai on the man's back was crying from fright, he was still very cute. Instead, he became even more angry: "What are you crying for? I will beat you to death! " Yu Wenzhao's back felt light as he walked away after hearing the child's crying. When he turned around, he saw Yu Wenzhao grab the drum in the child's hand and stomp on the ground until it shattered into pieces, then he turned around and gave the child two slaps on the face!

The slap on the child's face was much lighter, but no matter how light a master he was, he was heavier than an average person. The child's face immediately swelled up.

Yu Wen didn't even look at him. The moment the man's finger touched the corner of Yu Wen's clothes, he twisted his body, causing the man to fall 20 to 30 feet to the side. The man couldn't help but cry out, "Give my son back to me! "Please!"