Chapter 4782

The woman had been hanging on the iron post for more than three or five hours in this posture, and she had been half dead.

Sikong tuckahoe reached out and made a ring.

Immediately there was the jingle of the ring.

Two beautiful women with half a jade arm and colorful silk came in, dragging a wooden bucket, and made a salute to Sikong tuckahoe, "holy lady."

Sikong Poria nodded and looked at the woman with a drooping head, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

"Madam long, you have a hard mouth."

"Come on, move me in."

Mrs. Long suddenly raised her head and stared at Sikong Poria with bloodshot eyes, as if to devour her alive. Her eyes were filled with cold anger and poisonous light, and she stared at her for a long time.

But Sikong Fuling didn't think he smiled and waved his hand. "Hurry up, I have some good news for you. Tell Mrs. long."

Two beautiful women came forward with a curly look, untied the iron lock on Mrs. Long's body, pulled her from the iron pillar and dragged her to the big barrel.

As soon as the lid of the barrel was opened, a cold fell on him.

Mrs. Long shuddered and looked up at Sikong Poria.

"You, what are you doing?" Mrs. Long's voice was full of several uncontrollable fears and desperation, "I, I want to see Chu Yu, I want to see Ding Yun's father!"

"I don't think Mrs. Long has understood her identity yet."

Sikong Fuling smiled at her. The smile was cold, thin and terrible, which made Mrs. Long shiver hard.

"You're a prisoner of the rank now, understand? It's a prisoner of my demon sect. " Sikong Fuling sneered at her. "You are not qualified to ask for this, Mrs. long."

Mrs. Long shuddered all over.

Although the two maids were delicate and weak, their strength was very strong. It would not take them much to drag her to the bucket.

Mrs. Long shook her head repeatedly, but she was poor in cultivation. Now she is locked by Ding Yun with only some spiritual power. Like an ordinary person, she can't resist.

Two handmaidens dragged Mrs. Long and rudely lifted her up and threw her into the bucket. Then they pressed their hands on her shoulder, forcing her to sink into the bucket, and her legs sank into a pile of bone chilling ice.

"What's the taste, Mrs. long." Sikong Poria Ling smiled at her, "let you stay in this piercing ice spirit for an hour, oh no, probably only need a Kexiang time, you guess, can you still walk behind your legs?"

Mrs. Long's eyes shrank angrily and shrieked in her mouth, "I want to see Ding Yun. Let me go. You dare to do this to my wife. I want to see Ding Yun, I want to see Ding Yun! "

Sikong Fuling smiled at her, picked up a fist sized ice spirit, kneaded it into powder, and threw it on Mrs. Long's face.

Mrs. Long shrunk a moment, and the cold part of her head went straight to her neck.

"Madam long, your son Long Hui is dead."

Mrs. Long's face was unbelievably straight, and she shook her head and screamed, "no way. My migratory son has gone to the cold valley of the forgotten river. He can't... "

"Pa Pa Pa." Sikong tuckahoe clapped his hands twice and said to the guards who came in with a smile.