Chapter 4782 5.0534 Destruction 2

This woman has been half-hanging on the iron pillar in this posture for more than three or five hours, and she has always been like this half-dead.

Sikong Fuling stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Immediately, there was the sound of ringing bells.

Two beautiful women with half-bared jade arms and colorful silk walked in dragging a wooden barrel, and bowed to Sikong Fuling, "Saint."

Sikong Fuling nodded, looking at the woman with her drooping head, a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.

"Mrs. Long, your mouth is quite hard."

"Come on, bring me in."

Madam Long raised her head abruptly, her bloodshot eyes stared at Sikong Fuling, as if she was going to be swallowed alive, her eyes were filled with cold anger and poisonous light, and she stared at her for a long time without moving away.

However, Sikong Fuling smiled unconvincingly and waved his small hand, "Hurry up, I will have excellent news to tell Madam Long later."

The two beautiful women stepped forward with graceful expressions, untied the iron lock on Mrs. Long, pulled her off the iron pole, and dragged her to the big wooden barrel.

As soon as the lid of the wooden barrel was opened, a layer of cold rushed over him.

Madam Long shivered unexpectedly, her face full of disbelief, and looked up at Sikong Fuling.

"You, what are you doing?" Mrs. Long's voice was full of uncontrollable fear and despair, "I, I want to see Chu Yu, I want to see Ding Yun's father!"

"I think Mrs. Long has not figured out what she is now."

Sikong Fuling smiled at her, that smile was cold and terrifying, causing Madam Long to shiver.

"Do you understand that you are a prisoner at the moment? You are a prisoner of my demon sect." Sikong Fuling gave her a cold smile, "You are not qualified to ask for this, Madam Long."

Mrs. Long shuddered.

Even though the two maids who were holding her were delicate and weak, they were very strong, and it didn't take them much effort to drag her to the wooden barrel.

Mrs. Long shook her head again and again, but her cultivation base was low, and now she was locked up by Ding Yun with the only spiritual power on her body. She was slaughtered by mermaids like an ordinary person, and she was completely powerless to resist.

The two maids dragged Mrs. Long, picked her up rudely, and threw her into the bucket. Both hands pressed hard on her shoulders, forcing her to sink into the wooden bucket, her legs sinking into the bucket. into a pile of bone-chilling ice cubes.

"How does it taste, Mrs. Long." Sikong Fuling gave her a slight smile, "I'll let you stay in this biting ice spirit for an hour, oh no, it only takes a stick of incense, you guessed it, your legs are still in the back. Can you go?"

Mrs. Long's pupils shrank in anger, and she screamed, "I want to see Ding Yun, let me go, you guys, you dare to treat this lady like this. I want to see, see Ding Yun, I want to see Ding Yun!"

Sikong Fuling smiled at her, picked up a fist-sized piece of ice spirit, crushed it into powder in his hand, and threw it on Madam Long's face.

Mrs. Long shivered for a while, and with that coldness, she drilled straight to her neck.

"Mrs. Long, your son Long Hui is dead."

Mrs. Long's face stared in disbelief, and she shook her head and shouted sharply, "Impossible. My Hu'er went to Wangchuan Hangu, he can't..."

"Papa." Sikong Fuling clapped his palm twice, and instructed the guards who walked in with a smile.