Let’s talk about the first song, which made people bring Wen Zilong’s clone into the first manor.

Hanged Wen Zilong's clone up.

Next to it is a stove.

In the stove, there are a few red-burned soldering irons.

Very primitive way of prosecuting confessions.

The first Haotian has been missing for several months, and the first Ming is already anxious.

He can't wait a minute.

Staring at Wen Zilong's clone: ​​"Say, my son's first Haotian, where is now?"

This clone does not have Wen Zilong's consciousness and naturally cannot speak.

When the first Ming saw that Wen Zilong didn't speak, he took the initiative and picked up a red soldering iron.

Without any hesitation, it directly burned Wen Zilong's chest.

And he knew that as a fifth-level strongman, Wen Zilong had no feeling about ordinary soldering irons.

So he attached special fire attribute energy to this soldering iron.

How about it—

A burst of wail sound came, accompanied by a burst of burnt smell spreading.

The clone made her throat so painful that she let out a roar: "Hiss--"

"Say, my son's first Haotian, where is now?"

Wen Zilong's clone is still impossible to speak.

How about it—

Another burst of wails came.

A burnt smell spreads.

The clone let out another painful roar.

The strength of the clone is much worse than that of Wen Zilong.

The defense is much worse.

After being so hot with the soldering iron with energy attached, it hurts to the point where it penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Wen Zilong's clone made a long and painful hissing sound with difficulty.

A cruel sneer appeared on the face of the First Ming:

"Say or not?"

How about it—

It became hot again.

Half an hour later, Wen Zilong's clone had no good skin on his head, neck, back, chest, wings, and legs.

Not an exaggeration.

But there is really no good skin.

Wen Zilong's clone was already dying.

The face of the Liming was getting darker and darker.

This guy was so scalded that he was almost about to die, but he still didn't say a word.

But now I can't continue to force it, otherwise if he really dies, he might never find the first Haotian again.

Looking at the half-dead "Wen Zilong", a killing intent flashed in the eyes of the first Ming.

But he couldn't do it.

At this time, the clan elder next to him had already seen the dilemma of Liming.

His eyes rolled and he said, "Captain, I have an idea."

"explain."

The first Ming said with a dark face.

"In the past two days, a master of witchcraft came to our city. I heard that among the worms he sold, there is a kind of witchcraft called 'Horoblast maggot'. You can follow the master's orders and penetrate into the enemy's body. The pain of being drilled into the body by witchcraft maggots is definitely not something that ordinary barbarian dragons can bear.

"At that time, he will have to say whatever he wants to say this deformity."

Yiming still had a gloomy face and nodded:

"Let's do it now."

"yes."

After the clan elder left, another clan elder came over.

He said with some concern:

"Clan leader, at the award ceremony, the city lord had a close relationship with Wen Zilong. Now that we have captured Wen Zilong, will Si Hong take action?"

The first Ming sneered: "Si Hong is not a fool either. He knew that there were people in the royal city and he would not dare to touch us at all. Otherwise, when we caught Wen Zilong just now, he would have already taken action."

The clan's elder nodded, but then said:

"Even so, we still need to be prepared."

Zi Ming nodded: "Let all the fifth-level and fourth-level strong men guard the courtyard. Once a strong enemy appears, attack immediately."

"yes!"

The clan's elder nodded and went to do it immediately.

Yiming subconsciously touched his Ruyi bag.

He still has two more spiritual medicines that can burst out of sixth-level energy.

Even if Si Hong really comes, he can fight Si Hong for a while.

At that time, with those ten fifth-level strong men, Si Hong will definitely be able to force him back.

In the afternoon of that day, the clan elder had already bought the maggots of the tars.

It was a small insect that looked a bit like a maggot, the size of a sesame seed.

The old man of the clan explained: "The master of witchcraft said that this kind of maggot can make the barbarian dragon feel pain, but it will not hurt its roots. It is definitely the best choice forcing confession."

Yiming had a calm face and took the bag of little bugs.

Without any hesitation, they all fell on Wen Zilong's clone.

Wen Zilong's clone was already covered in scars.

When the maggots crawled onto the wound, they suddenly seemed to go crazy and crawled into the flesh.

Such little bugs can basically be ignored for Wen Zilong's clone.

So at the beginning, this clone didn't feel anything special.

But after a moment, the little maggots got deeper and deeper.

He finally felt a little itchy.

Until the little maggot got near the bone, he began to feel pain.

That kind of pain is not ordinary pain of injury, but a pain that penetrates the bone marrow and the soul.

The most important thing is that this little maggot not only drills your flesh, but also drills into the bones.

It actually made holes in the bones of the clone.

No one could imagine how crazy it would be to make holes in the bones that look very weak and can kill ten insects with just one finger.

It's like a mouse biting wood.

Wen Zilong's clone could even be heard, and the sound of mice biting wood kept coming from his body.

Because of the severe pain, there were constant roaring sounds in his throat.

"Hiss—hiss—hiss—"

"Say or not!"

A trace of ferocious look appeared on Yiming's face.

However, the clone still didn't speak.

The anger in the heart of the first Ming was already on the verge of explosion.

His right hand was in the shape of a palm sword, with fiery red energy attached to it, and he waved it suddenly.

Chih--

With a light sound, most of the wings on the left side of Wen Zilong's clone were cut off.
To be continued...