10. The Wind Rises

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Boom.

The sky thunder exploded, like a prairie fire, and the moisture was like the steaming breath that overflowed from a pot that couldn't be covered. With the first drop of rain, the moisture spread out.

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock... the vast expanse of Taihu Lake is filled with endless ripples.

The raindrops were pattering, and the mist became thicker and thicker, like thick smoke.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always gentle, as thin as silk, but it lasts for a long time and never stops. It looks like it's going to rain all night.

This winter mist and rain comes in the dark night, and I don't know how much filth has to be washed away.

Beside the wall of the manor where Shen Yiren and others were resting, a servant was about to climb over the wall in a sneaky manner. Suddenly, his body stagnated and he fell to the wet ground with a muffled sound.

The servant's throat was pinched by a sudden force, and he couldn't even breathe out in pain.

"How many people have come from Guixiao's group? Where are they?"

The servant felt a lovely fragrance of snowy plum blossoms blowing in front of him, and vaguely saw that the person in front of him was wearing a black robe, but his waist was as slender as a bee. It was stretched up and felt soft to the naked eye. She was a beauty with an excellent figure. Suddenly, he felt that the fingers pinching his throat were as smooth as fat, and it seemed that the pain was lessened.

Shen Yiren wore a black robe and hid in the dark to observe. He found that this man was sneaking around and took action to subdue him. She wore a black robe so that no one would recognize her identity due to the reflection of the water. Her waist was hard to hide, her jade pear had not changed, and her curves were still breathtakingly beautiful.

"Come out honestly and save yourself the trouble."

Shen Yiren means good luck. That man was a high-ranking member of the Guixiao group and would not have given in so easily. It's just that the beauty's soft fingers are pinching his throat, and the delicate skin is in contact with the linen-like skin of his throat, which has given him a certain degree of comfort. As soon as he exerts more force, the blood supply to the brain is insufficient, and a feeling of suffocation surges in his chest. All kinds of pain turned into extremely beautiful feelings in his mind, and he couldn't help but tell all the information with a trembling voice.

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"I want your mother!'

After that, Shen Yiren slit his throat with one finger and killed him. There was still an unfinished expression on his face.

It has to be said that this person is also a hero in the pervert world.

Shen Yiren was exhausted, and she was not surprised by this. When she first learned this technique of coercing a confession, Yan + San said that since you are so beautiful and you pay attention to skin care, I'm afraid it will be difficult to coerce a confession in the future. Sure enough, the first time Xiao Yiren forced a confession, she was not strong enough to strangle someone to death. Not only did the man feel no pain at all, but he also had tears of joy and runny noses running down his face.

"Why are you so happy!! Cry for me! Otherwise I will strangle you to death!"

Xiao Yiren tried her best to increase her strength, but her hands were numb from pinching for too long, so she unconsciously relaxed a little, and then tightened again. Between the loosening and tightening, the amount of blood sent to the brain and the air breathed were controlled just right, bringing about a flood of sexual intercourse. Not only did the prisoner confess honestly, he was so happy that he almost reformed.

It almost left a psychological shadow on Shen Yiren.

After that, every time Shen Yiren used this method to extract a confession, the information fed back by the other party was always very accurate. However, the prisoner has since become a slave to her method, which is worse than the best poison. Her attainment can be said to be a gift from heaven. Even Yan Shisan, who taught her, did not have this ability. She just sighed, "Natural female hair?" 5+Vi then stopped talking. =

Perhaps because this method of creating masochists is too inhumane or too troublesome, Shen Yiren rarely extracts confessions in person in recent years. But now I have to be convinced that my skill is still there, and it is even more refined than in previous years. Adding another inexplicable trouble to Boss Shen

The information obtained was very important, and Shen Yiren was even more troubled.

The ghostly gang has their sights on them and is about to attack.

This group of people were originally big thieves in the northern Xinjiang, but they were extremely capable. They claimed that there was no treasure in the world that could not be stolen, and they had never failed in their attempts in the past. Whether in terms of manpower or force, they are only higher than Shen Yiren and the three hundred people. If he were walking in the rain, he might still be able to fight, but now that someone has found out the details, he would only be attacked from behind if he wanted to leave.

It's just that she carefully sent people to search the five-mile radius of the manor. The ghost gang must be hiding five miles away. Since this person is going to inform, he still has some time.

Suddenly, a burst of tearing pain came from Shen Yiren's head. As stoic as she was, she couldn't help but hold her head.

"Why is it at this time...

Shen Yiren has been suffering from headaches for a long time, and when they attack, the pain is excruciating. Even if the imperial doctor was invited to extend the treatment, the medicine would not work.

Although this headache is not unbearable when it is mild, it is still so severe that I can't sleep at night. Therefore, Shen Yiren rarely sleeps at night, preferring to work and practice. -In a month, she might not sleep for fifteen or sixteen days, and spit--two hours for seven or eight days. Calculating, she could only sleep for three or four hours on five or six days. But the less she slept, the more frequent her headaches seemed to come.

It happened at a critical moment.

"If I hadn't surrendered here... Shen Yiren endured the pain that surged crazily in her head, bit her lips bitterly, and walked away resolutely, with a look of determination on her pretty face, "You must take care of me first..." ..I had to rely on him.

In the main hall, the owner's family of sixteen were present and entertained them warmly.

Song Ou got rid of Shen Yiren's shackles. He was also a handsome young man, and he could be said to be proud and proud in social situations.

Brother Bird was changing cups at the table, and he was making witty remarks, which made the owner of the village burst into laughter.

joyous. Only the deputy general was a rough man. He hadn't seen meat for many days and gnawed on chicken legs without saying anything about leaving some for others.

"Master Song is really wonderful. It turns out that Yangzhou has such a good place. Recently, I also heard that many high-quality golden nanmu craftsmen have come to Yangzhou, and they are even more amazing. The woodworking is exquisite, and it is not inferior to the beadwork. I don't know. Was Mr. Song also present?

well. "

Song Ou let out a long sigh: "Speaking of Yangzhou, this is the place where I grew up, but since I came to Beijing, Ou has rarely had the opportunity to leave. This time - because of official business, I went home to visit my parents. But it didn't last long. I haven't heard of these Yangzhou local elegant charms for a long time.

The deputy general winked at this. This lieutenant general was a native of the north. He was parachuted into the army, and outsiders didn't know where he was. According to rumors, he was born in the sect of the famous Lie Jingchan Lie Lao Shangshu. Although I don't know if it is true, his words and actions are all very appropriate. He is a real rough guy.

The deputy general was confused by the conversation between the two.

Lord Governor, just speak. What is Lao Ou, Ou, Ou Ou? I couldn’t stop eating, always thinking he was choking.

Suddenly there was a loud rumble of thunder outside the window, the rain was raining heavily, and the wind was blowing so hard that the windows creaked.

Song Ou looked at the heavy rain outside the window and smiled like a winner: "This rain has always come down. How can we hurry up with such a momentum? Every time, if I listen to my words, the soldiers may be seriously ill tonight."

The lieutenant held the chicken drumsticks, patted his thighs, and laughed happily: "Okay, this rain is good. It makes people's hearts brighter! I have been holding it in for so many days." His movements were like a master's. The vast atmosphere, bandit-like!

Song Ou didn't want to be acquainted with this rough man, so he just turned his head and ignored him.

The owner of the village heard a hint of dissatisfaction in his words, and said with concern: "Master Song and that Miss Shen...hey, there is a bit of a special relationship."

Song Ou smiled proudly and said: "It's my wife.

"Oh?!" The owner of the village raised his thumb, "A match made in heaven! A match made in heaven! I have long thought that the two men are talented and beautiful. Miss Shen is a fairy-like person with a neat temperament. She is really a hero among women. Originally, I wanted Master Song. Only such a dashing person deserves to be matched, so well matched, so well matched.

Originally Shen Yiren was unwilling to attend the dinner together, which made Song Ou a little unhappy. I won’t talk about it anymore. At this moment, the village owner's flattery was exactly in the right position. Brother Bird, who he liked, was shaking his head and tail, turning his head as if reciting a poem: "Hahahaha, unmarried couple, unmarried couple. Speaking of my humble Jing, my ability It's quite a bit. It's just that I'm too young, not experienced in the world, and I don't have much sense of propriety in doing things. I still need Ou to remind me.

"Hey, there are some things that only young people know and are interested in. Right? Hahahahaha." The owner of the village glanced at the man sitting beside him, who was only fifteen years old and had just married into the sixth house. Concubine. The amused little girl's cheeks were warm, as if her thigh had been touched hard, and her eyes were as charming as silk. Then he gave Brother Bird a 'smile between men' and started laughing. Song Ou understood.

"Oh? Oh? Oh? Oh hahahahaha, the owner of the village is a wonderful person! A wonderful person!"

They also laughed together. Although the laughter was a bit weak and he was afraid of being overheard by his beloved, Brother Bird was determined to win over others. He drank three glasses of wine to calm down his shock and finally recovered. Then I started chatting with the owner of the village all over the world. We laughed and laughed deep into the conversation, the atmosphere was extremely lively, it was such a grand event, I hated that we met so late, and wished we had been born thirty years earlier.

The deputy general looked at the heavy rain outside the window and was in a good mood. He just turned around and whispered, "It smells shameless." It counted and did not spoil the mood in the hall at all.

Boom!

Another burst of thunder sounded.

The wind blew the newly closed window open again, making a loud banging sound, and a shower of powder drifted in. Although it is not as biting as the north wind, there are still bursts of chill when it rains in winter, which makes Song Ou, a southerner, shrink his neck slightly.

"Good! The wind is strong!" The deputy general came from the north and was not afraid of the severe cold. He clapped his hands and praised: "This is a bit of winter."

The wind then poured into the hall, and the lieutenant's smile suddenly condensed, and his expression became suspicious.

"...The deputy general suddenly shouted: "Attention! Everyone hide in the main seat!

Song Ou drank more than ten glasses of wine in a row and said drunkenly: "What, what's going on? You want to dance?"

The lieutenant shook Song Ou and said angrily: "Fuck your third uncle! The wind smells of blood!"

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