Gu Qingze murmured, frowning at the same time, thinking hard.

At the same time, Chu Shaoyang entered the underground stone prison of rockery.

It's gloomy and humid. It used to be the place where he held Gu Qingze, but now there are other people in this stone prison.

Mochuan is locked up here.

However, his treatment was not as good as Gu Qingze. He was tied to a huge stone pillar, his hands and feet were bound by long and heavy iron chains, and he could not move.

Rao is like this, Chu Shaoyang still ordered his 12 big acupoints, and every six hours will fill a point.

If a martial arts practitioner's acupoints are restrained for a long time, not only will his Qi and blood be blocked, but also his meridians will be blocked. If he is serious, his skill will be greatly damaged.

Chu Shaoyang certainly knows all this, but he doesn't care at all. It's because he knows that he has to deal with mochuan in this way.

He wants to make him suffer as much as possible.

As for severe punishment, he can only feel the pain of flesh and blood.

Chu Shaoyang still disdains it.

He wants to torture people, with the most ruthless method, he knows what method can let Mo Chuan feel the pain of heart and bone!

That is to let him see his favorite woman marry another man!

In order to keep him alive.

Hearing the footsteps of Chu Shaoyang approaching, Mo Chuan's eyes slowly lifted up and looked at the direction of the stone gate.

Chu Shaoyang didn't torture him with torture. He was not surprised because he knew that Chu Shaoyang would never let himself go so easily. He must have prepared a bigger and heavier gift for himself.

As for what the gift was, Mo Chuan did not want to think about it.

Every few hours, someone will come to feed him water and rice. Water is cool spring water, and rice is steamed bread and pickled vegetables.

He had a good time eating it every time.

To save her, he must keep himself strong enough. He is like a leopard, ready to go in the dark.

He did not lose hope because he lost his freedom.

The heavy stone gate opened slowly, and Chu Shaoyang came in.

Compared with the ink River bound on the stone pillar, he looks like a fairy in the sky and a beggar on the ground.

As Chu Shaoyang approached Mo Chuan step by step, his eyes sparkled with interest, just like a cat seeing a mouse under his paw.

"Chu Mo Chuan, how are you doing here?" He spoke faintly.

Strange to say, Mo Chuan's present image is absolutely not called Fengshen Junlang, but his eyes are still as deep and dark as ever. When he looks at Chu Shaoyang, his lips are slightly raised and he even smiles.

"Thanks for your care, I'm doing well." His voice was as clear as ever.

How can he still laugh!

Chu Shaoyang widened his eyes, then narrowed slightly and looked up and down at mochuan.

"I didn't expect that the emperor, who has always been rich in clothing and food, even ate steamed bread so happily." He said sarcastically.

Mo Chuan said with a smile: "there are many things you didn't expect."

Chu Shaoyang stares at his eyes, his eyes flash like a knife edge, and suddenly he smiles.

He said faintly: "yes, there are many things you can't think of."

Although two people are smiling, but the words tit for tat, each other.

Chu Shaoyang side looked at Mo Chuan: "do you want to guess, I come here to see what your purpose is?"

Mo Chuan did not speak, pupil became more dark.

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