Chapter 429

"Do you think you like smelling your feet?! If it wasn't for the orders of the third young master, I don't want to listen to your howling here... "

He changed his feathers into his left hand, and his right hand unfolded his pen and paper leisurely and dipped it in thick ink.

"Who's your name? How old is this year? Where do you live? Who are you? How many acres of land do you have Talk about it

Jiao Guanshi's feet are itchy. He's crying and laughing. He's going to collapse.

"Ancestor!! How many times have you asked this question? Why do you still ask... "

Feng Chenglin is not happy with his white eyes: "this big little special also don't like to ask repeatedly!! Don't talk nonsense, talk about it

At the beginning, when Ling San Shao sent people, he specially ordered that no matter what means he used, he should pry his mouth and take out all the things that could be pulled out.

She also specifically explained.

For treacherous people like Jiao Guanshi, we should use fatigue tactics.

That is to say, ask the same question over and over again, so as to find a flaw in his answer.

It's a great interrogation tool to guard against lying.

Jiao Guanshi was scratched and wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

It's really itchy!

No, he can only cry and smile, and answer the question again.

Feng Chenglin scratched the center of his foot with his left hand and wrote with his right hand. He wrote slowly.

Is a dual-purpose, suddenly aware that someone behind the block the light, immediately uncomfortable choking sound.

"Get out of the way, don't you see Ben Shao busy writing?"

"Fatso, are you extorting a confession? Or are you playing a bundled SM game with him?! You have to use feathers Why don't you use hair? "

Feng Chenglin jumped up like a needle: "three little..."

He seems to have done nothing wrong!

She taught all these things!

Ling Luoyu squinted at his white eyes and pushed him aside.

"Learn to deal with this kind of person, he will not be honest without blood Xiao you

Xiao you, a black faced man outside the door, enters with a broken porcelain basin with an open mouth in his left hand and a rusty machete in his right hand.

Feng Chenglin looks confused: "what are you going to do?"

Xiao you is like killing a pig. He throws down the things in his hands and rolls his sleeves with black face.

"White knife in! Red knife out

Mr. Jiao said:

What does that mean?!

Haven't you been struggling for several rounds just now?

Why is this coming?!

Feng Chenglin picked up the rusty machete and made a gesture to make a few comparisons on director Jiao.

"With such a blunt knife, how many strokes does it take to cut open his stomach..."

Mr. Jiao stretched his neck and swallowed a mouthful of saliva and collapsed completely.

"I beg you, please give me a knife and kill me Don't slow the knife to blunt the flesh, a little bit of sawing me to death I'm afraid of pain... "

Ling Luoyu's white eyes: "joke! If you're not afraid of pain, I'll play something else with you... "

She grabbed a few pieces of paper recorded by Feng Chenglin, looked at them at random, and threw them to the fat man.

"It's been recorded for most of the day, just a little bit of it! Xiao you, you are the master, the fat man is writing! If he dares to lie a little bit, you're welcome. If he wants to do it, he can cut it as much as he wants... "

Xiao you looks at the rusty knife in his hand with a sly smile and smiles.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you with a knife..."

Steward Jiao has the heart to recognize the thief as a father.

If you cut the meat slowly, you might as well die with one knife!

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