"Master Liu, I know our Jiang family is doing something wrong." Jiang Lin was so anxious that he was about to cry. He kept paced, as if he was stepping on the red charcoal. "Time is already very tight now. Can you wait until the matter is over?"

Liu Zhengyang also knew that now is not a time to waste time talking nonsense.

So almost the moment Jiang Lin finished speaking, he turned into an arrow that left the string and rushed out of the courtyard.

He rushed to the place where the muscular man was tortured. As soon as he broke in, he saw Jiang Yuan holding an iron whip, constantly whipping the muscular man, making loud sounds of breaking through the air and whipping. Each whip could make the muscular man wail like a beast.

But what makes people speechless is that the iron whip whip on the muscular man can only cause white marks to appear on the muscular man's body, and there will be no injuries at all.

Then it is conceivable that his wail is somewhat credible.

"The way your Jiang family tortures people is really primitive." Liu Zhengyang frowned and commented: "I want to use this method to confess a monk loyal to the Lei family. It's too simple to think about it? Fortunately, Jiang Lin came to me for help, otherwise God will know how much time you will waste."

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then said unconvincedly: "President Liu, do you have a better way to question me?"

Jiang Yuan's words sound like an ordinary question, but in fact they are obviously somewhat provocative.

Liu Zhengyang sneered and replied: "Of course."

Liu Zhengyang had just given a positive answer, and Jiang Yuan immediately retreated aside and gave the venue to Liu Zhengyang.

His meaning is already very obvious.

That is to let Liu Zhengyang show it to him.

Liu Zhengyang didn't say anything nonsense, walked directly to the muscular man and shot a demonic energy into his body.

As the demonic energy gradually entered the body, a gray airflow could be clearly seen on the surface of the muscular man's body, causing the muscles in the muscular man's body to spasm, and finally, a scream was made that was obviously different from the previous one.

He kept twisting his body and trying to resist.

But under the constraints of his deep energy, he could not do anything at all.

After resisting for a while, he found that the resistance was ineffective, he wailed and cursed Liu Zhengyang and said, "Liu Zhengyang! What did you do to me? You, a thousand swordsman! I curse you to be trampled to death by a demon cultivator every day when you go out!"

Maybe it was because it was too painful that when he cursed Liu Zhengyang, his voice changed.

Liu Zhengyang needs to think carefully to understand what he is howling.

Of course, Liu Zhengyang actually didn't care at all.

While continuing to inject demonic energy into the muscular man's body, he said easily: "You scold, you continue to scold. Anyway, the more fierce you scold, the more ruthless I will attack. It depends on who will suffer. If your curse can take effect, then we monks don't have to work hard to practice."

Liu Zhengyang was talking easily, and Jiang Yuan suddenly walked over and circled around the muscular man twice.

He stared at the muscular man and looked at it, then looked up in surprise and asked Liu Zhengyang, "President Liu, why is his change so big? Is your move really that painful? It seems incredible. If we had known that your move was so effective, we wouldn't have to work hard for nine days."
Chapter completed!