Qin Yuan took advantage of no one's attention and retreated.

There is no need to read what follows.

When I walked to the corner, I heard Nong Difei's painful voice.

Qin Yuan is very familiar with this voice, which means that his spiritual mind has been destroyed.

Compared with the physical body, the pain of spiritual thoughts is many times stronger.

This is why many monks like to torture other people's spiritual thoughts.

When passing by a cell, Qin Yuan paused.

You read that right.

The person locked inside is actually Sun Laodian.

Step back a little and look again.

It’s really Sun Laodian.

Others Qin Yuan may have forgotten, but Sun Laodian, Qin Yuan was too impressed.

Qin Yuan displays his money ability.

It was easy to find out from several embroidery guards.

Sun Laodian has a rare treasure in his hand and refuses to hand it over.

He was imprisoned in anger by the governor.

It's been several years.

Could it be the token with the ginseng pattern?

Qin Yuan guessed.

When he was about to walk out of Xiuyi Guard's prison, Qin Yuan's heart moved.

There can't really be any rare treasures, can there?

A rustling autumn night.

Xiuyi Guard Prison, inside Cell No. 2.

Sun Laodian, whose hair was messy and looked like a lunatic, was chained to his lute bones and his body was covered with scars. His breathing was very heavy, like a leaking bellows.

As a monk, looking like this, it is obvious that the injury is more serious than it looks.

As if he had discovered something, he slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with doubts.

The next moment, Zheng Sanfa, wearing a black bronzing robe and a bamboo hat, walked in from the outside. As soon as he got the bamboo hat, a big, bald head appeared and said with a smile: "Mazi Sun, have you thought clearly?"

How many dogs are there for Zheng Sanfa?

Sun Laodian cursed fiercely in his heart.

"Grand Governor, I really don't have any exotic treasures."

Sun Laodian gasped and said.

It seemed that he had used too much force, and he gasped a few times.

"My patience is limited. If you continue to be ignorant, I will be polite to your family."

Zheng Sanfa threatened.

Zheng Sanfa knew that Sun Laodian had a son in his later years, and he was very precious.

So, it hasn't moved.

It's different now.

His troops had just suffered a complete defeat in the battle with the Datong Army in Southern Jingzhou who had completely mastered the art of dragon slaying, or the power of pure faith.

The 500,000 Datong Army in Xizhou is also preparing to leave Guandong.

Without a rare treasure close to him, he is likely to fail in the next decisive battle.

Sun Laodian cursed Zheng Sanfa a hundred times in his heart, but still refused to admit it.

That thing is so precious.

No matter what, he won't hand it over.

Even if others threaten him with his son.

Zheng Sanfa laughed and took out a comatose teenage boy from the sea of ​​qi.

Throw it on the ground.

"God's Righteousness"

Sun Laodian's face changed slightly.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

I really saw my son.

Sun Laodian was in a different mood.

"five"

"Four"

"three"

"two"

Sun Laodian didn't say a word, he didn't believe that the other party would really kill someone.

Zheng Sanfa glanced at Sun Laodian and trampled the young man to death with a very simple kick.

"Zheng Tuzi, Ganlin Niang"

Zheng Sanfa smiled coldly, stepped forward and cut Sun Laodian's spiritual thoughts into eight pieces, put them back together, and then cut them into eight pieces again.

After many attempts, Zheng Sanfa was already dying.

Even if we let him go, he will be useless.

"Still unwilling to say?"

"Ganlin Niang"

"Take your time, don't rush"

After Zheng Sanfa finished speaking, he turned around and left.

The expression on his face was completely different from the words on his lips.

Later in the night.

The entire Xiuyi Guard Prison was still not quiet, and from time to time the wails of prisoners who were being tortured could be heard.

Sun Laodian regained some consciousness, and looked at his dead son with sadness in his heart.

This son was born to him in his later years. He was so precious that he sent him to the Imperial Academy, which had become a gathering place for monks.

Sun Laodian had suffered for half his life and finally became prosperous. He didn't want his son to be like him.

Unexpectedly, he ended up harming his son.

"See clearly, this man is not your son."

An old voice appeared in Sun Laodian's mind.

It was like a heavy hammer hitting his head, which suddenly brought Sun Laodian back to reality from his grief.

"no?"

Sun Laodian looked at his son again. This was obviously his son.

No matter the appearance or the energy, they all match perfectly.

"The soul has been replaced by me"

Qin Yuan exchanged his own gods for the soul of Sun Laodian's son.

Anyway, he knows the North Ming Rebirth Method, and the rebirth of gods is the same as playing.

"I, my son is in your hands?"

Sun Laodian asked excitedly.

"exist"

Qin Yuan added another sentence: "Give me the exotic treasure"

"What if I don't give it?"

"If you don't give it, your son will really die."

Sun Laodian was silent.
To be continued...