The broken battlefield is like a bundle of old shrouds, covering all the blood internal organs and the source of sin. Tu Yu, the warriors who still stood proudly, silently watched the robes of the past disappear, wanting to cry without tears. The men's tears will not be blown easily. When they kill all the Qiang soldiers, they will get drunk with you again!

Lu Bu looked at the sixteen surviving warriors, full of praise and appreciation. He did not expect that Yang Feng's soldiers would have such a brave and fearless man. The general loved warriors, just like the dazzling sword and the horse that had a thousand miles of miles. These sixteen warriors were really talented under Yang Feng's tent, and Lu Bu must accept them!

"I wonder who your commander is these more than ten warriors? Please tell Bu the names of those sacrificed soldiers. I am willing to erect a monument one by one!" Lu Bu swept over the face of a warrior solemnly, and finally fixed his eyes on a man with a big man in Ma-clothed clothes with a dirty and bloody face.

Just because Lu Bu's long-standing vision of the battlefield, he had already discovered that the man in Ma-clothed was the person who was tightly surrounded and guarded in the center. He was the person in the center and the person in charge.

"Then I would like to thank this general! Xu Huang, Xu Gongming, how dare you ask the general's name?" Xu Huang coughed out a mouthful of blood and asked in a voice.

"Lu Bu, Wuyuan County, Bingzhou, has a courtesy name Fengxian! It turns out that you are Xu Gongming, and I have been in harmony with God for a long time!" Lu Bu was surprised, and his eyes looked at Xu Huang carefully, with a three-point respect!

"Can it be that he shot the Huns' general Tan Shihuai to death with one arrow..." Xu Huang was shocked and wanted to salute with his severely injured body.

"No! Just a little bit of pain as much as Gongming, you are a little more painful? You are a hero today, and you are not allowed to mention it in the past!" Lu Bu hurriedly held Xu Huang and said very seriously.

After hearing Lu Bu's words, Xu Huang felt moved. He thought that with his mere qualifications, what could it be compared to Lu Bu? But Lu Bu was able to treat him equally and was very concerned about his body, which made him feel urge to die for his confidant.

"You are fighting bloody battles, and I must be extremely tired. I will order someone to take you back to the camp for rest and treatment first. When your injuries are healed, I will have a long talk with you!" Lu Bu noticed Xu Huang's inconvenience and said warmly.

"Okay!" Xu Huang only said one word, but he had already remembered his kindness in his heart. He didn't have to talk endlessly, but he could prove it with his actions!

Seeing hundreds of elite cavalry guarding Xu Huang and others leaving, Lu Bu's heart did not calm down. Xu Huang seemed not to be a name that could be ignored easily, so that Lu Bu, who was calm and composed, must also take it seriously.

"Cao Cao's five sons and generals are destined to be missing!" Lu Bu smiled slightly, his smile became feet in his chest, and the walls of thousands of valleys were tough.

"Catch Beigong Boyu! I will want him to live, and he will live well. He will lose a hair, and I will be very unhappy!" Lu Bu ordered indifferently to the people around him.

"No!" The soldiers agreed loudly. When Lu Bu treats them as brothers, they can smile, but when Lu Bu takes out the general's majesty, whoever dares to disobey the order will be stained by the bloody pennant!

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In a dim room, a figure with a body that was as soft as mud and covered with blood was leaning against the wall covered with iron blades, gasping heavily.

"Beigong Boyu, honestly tell me, what secrets are hidden in your heart and what are you hiding? Tell me, I'll give you a pleasure!" Yang Feng's eyes were black and his eyes were extremely red. He gritted his teeth and stared at Beigong Boyu who had just survived a round of torture.

Three days ago, Lu Bu handed over the task of interrogating Beigong Boyu. He was overjoyed and thought that this was a bad person. If he did it well, he would definitely win Lu Bu's recognition, and it would be very likely that he would even win Lu Bu's respect.

Although he was not good at literature and martial arts, he had a natural premonition. This time his premonition clearly told him that he was like Dong Zhuo, Zhang Wen and others, and he could not be Lu Bu's opponent at all. Although the signs repeatedly showed that Lu Bu was being ruthlessly suppressed, the longer he followed Lu Bu, the more he realized how terrible Lu Bu was!

It is hard to see through, can't figure it out, can't understand it, and it doesn't know that Lu Bu's actions seem simple, and the mist is too much, but it is impossible to say that people suddenly realize that Lu Bu's seemingly simple, reckless and even stupid decisions are all moving towards the same purpose, and ultimately reacting to a great leap of strength!

Lu Bu doesn't care about his reputation, and he is known as the God of War, and Lu Bu laughed at him. Lu Bu doesn't care about his status, and Lu Bu doesn't care about his shame as a snatching official, and Lu Bu is as happy as he is.

"Three days later, if Beigong Boyu doesn't come to me and I will let him speak!" I remembered a casual statement before Lu Bu left. It was not until now that Yang Feng understood how meaningful it was.

"It seems that I have expected it, no, this is absolutely impossible!" Yang Feng shook this trouble away.

He looked at Beigong Boyu deeply again, and Yang Feng suddenly said: Beigong Boyu, if you don’t confess, someone will ask you to confess! Enjoy your last moment of life!

Then Yang Feng walked out of the prison door with a gloomy face, and bursts of crazy laughter and scolding came from behind: Hahaha! I want your grandfather to ask him to kowtow, take off the Queen Mother of the West and warm the bed, and lure the entire East China Sea to wash your grandfather's face! Be your dream of spring and autumn!

Yang Feng frowned, and his steps became more sharp and more sharp!

Lu Bu’s private residence is worse than a simple farmhouse courtyard. An old willow tree in the courtyard dances in the wind, and a wooden pavilion with winding paths is secluded, which has the artistic conception of a three-part thatched hut singing to the autumn wind.

Under the wooden pavilion, Lu Bu looked at Yang Feng with a faint smile, listening quietly to Yang Feng's complaints and remarks. After Yang Feng finished speaking vividly, he took out a page of Luo paper from his arms leisurely, and said slowly: There are three torture methods on this paper, which were all developed by General Yang Feng for painstaking efforts. According to the above method, Beigong Boyu is not difficult to speak!

Yang Feng was stunned and then realized that Lu Bu did not want to be related to the invention of torture. However, Yang Feng did not care. Everyone's attitude towards things was completely different. Lu Bu was blessed with benevolence and righteousness and martial arts. Yang Feng liked his reputation to spread all over the world. Whether it was notorious or good, just climb high!

Yang Feng chatted with Lu Bu for a few more words, but he couldn't help but say goodbye, and took away the page of Luo paper like a treasure.

Along the way, he ignored the surprised gazes of passers-by and memorized the words above.

A few big words flying dragons came into view, the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty! Yang Feng shook his head. The handwriting was definitely not written by Lu Bu himself. It seems that he took the blame for the top ten torture inventors of the Qing Dynasty!

The Manchu Qing Dynasty, two strange words, I don’t know what they mean! Yang Feng continued to read with doubts, and this reading directly caused problems.

At first, Yang Feng was careless, and he had never seen any tragic means of being through the battlefield for a long time. Even though Lu Bu was extraordinary, he thought that his thoughts would not exceed a certain cruel category.

But until he continued to read, he felt the gust of cold wind circling around him, and his heart was panicked and frightened as if he was stepping on a cliff...

One, the punishment of the stick………

2. Wash...

Three, playing the pipa………

The first word is very simple, and the second and third words are even a bit elegant, but the torture that these seven words really contain can make people faint in the toilet during the day. It is really, too miserable, too intense, too cool, too cruel!!!

Yang Feng walked all the way, and when he returned to Beigong Boyu's detention, he realized that in the early spring weather, his clothes had become wet, and his heart was beating wildly to one hundred and fifty veins, filled with indescribable ecstasy, trembling and depression.

"Beigong Boyu, how lucky you are to be the first experience of Yang Fengzhi, the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty, who became famous in the world in the future!" A cruel arc overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Yang Feng was faintly grateful to Lu Bu. With such a wonderful and magnificent criminal law, Lu Bu actually gave him the right to name, so why didn't he be so excited that he was trembling!

Beigong Boyu was awakened by a bucket of ice water. As soon as he opened his eyes, he stared at Yang Feng fiercely with a pair of dead fish-like eyes, and vomited a mouthful of blood disdain: The imperial dog named Yang is here to play the exciting game of torture with your grandpa Beigong again. Come on, your grandpa, I am ready at any time! Hahaha!

Yang Feng was no longer angry, but looked at him indifferently with a look of cruelty and pity, and actually smiled softly: Haha! To thank you for your greetings to my ancestors, I specially prepared three heavy gifts for you. Now I will recite the gift list to you!

For the punishment ceremony, please listen to it: Take a stick covered with iron nails and insert it directly from the mouth, penetrate the stomach and intestines, and come out from the **...

Washing…playing the pipa………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Half of Beigong Boyu's ears have been cut off by tortures these days, but his hearing is still good, but the sound echoing in his ears makes him wish he lost both ears and became a deaf person. If this happens, he would not have heard such a terrifying punishment! He has always regarded torture as if he were to eat. If the tortures were imposed on him, it would not only be a pain above the **, but also an endless spiritual humiliation! He, Beigong Boyu, would be looked down upon by the old man of Hell when he went to hell!

"Old..., I want to see Lu Bu. You are his lackey. You are not qualified to hear this secret!" Beigong Boyu shivered, trying to maintain the last trace of dignity before the end of the situation.

Yang Feng was stunned. He was so mean? It seems that Yang Feng's top ten tortures are really the Golden Dragon Pole in the torture world, and they are invincible! He doesn't care about Beigong Boyu calling him a lackey. He cares so much about a person who is about to die, and he has the best share.

"Well, I will send this to General Lu and ask him to try you, a rash man!" Yang Feng did not dare to postpone what Lu Bu said. Although he regretted losing this torture tester, he was far from awe of Lu Bu.

"No need, I'm here!" Lu Bu, wearing a soft blue and golden silk robe, walked out of the shadow of the corridor.

"Tell me!"
Chapter completed!