[Jian Sanming and Tang Dynasty] Same return after different paths

5 Imprisonment

?In the early morning of the second day, Lu Misheng knelt in the side hall of the Guangming Peak.Bend your knees, put your hands on the ground, and press your forehead close to the ground. This is the most pious gift in the Ming religion.

As soon as Kalubi entered the hall, he saw Lu Misheng, and asked calmly, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Misheng still didn't raise his head, and replied with words that he had thought about all night: "The disciple applied to torture the Central Plains man."

"reason."

"The disciple has been with that person for a long time, and knows his weakness. If the disciple goes, he can definitely let him speak."

Kalubi was silent.There was a dead silence in the hall, and Lu Misheng was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat.He knew that he had gone far beyond the norm.

After a long time, Kalubi said: "You go, let Nian and Alan rest for a few days."

Lu Misheng suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and replied: "Yes!"

I thought it would be a rare thing to be able to participate in the torture, but Yedi actually removed the other two, leaving Lu Misheng alone to take charge of the torture.

Lu Misheng solemnly took the token and went to the dark room.

Therefore, the first thing Tang Ling saw when he woke up was Lu Misheng again.It was that smiling face again that just wanted him to punch it.

The wounds on his body had been medicated, gauze was wrapped around his cheeks, and the iron chains on his hands were loosened. Tang Ling was secretly relieved to see that he had no missing arms or legs.

He can't remember what happened last night, only fragments of immoral pleasure remain, and when he thinks about it, his eyes are burning with anger.

shame!This is a disgrace to Tangjiabao!His majestic disciple of the Tang Sect was reduced to the point where he was manipulated by the heretics.

Lu Misheng saw that his expression was cloudy and uncertain, so he guessed his thoughts, and said with a smile: "Let's talk. Why can Tang Sect's concealment technique avoid harm?"

"..." Tang Ling remained silent, and only gave Lu Misheng a supercilious look.

"Really?" Lu Misheng smiled brighter, approached, pinched Tang Ling's chin, and forced him to raise his head to meet his gaze.

"Hey, it's not bad for you. Tell us, it can also improve martial arts, and both sides will benefit." Lu Misheng whispered in Tang Ling's ear.

Tang Ling squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Hugh. Think about it."

Hearing this, Lu Misheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his smile froze.

Snapped!The backhand was a slap, which made Tang Ling dizzy for a while.Tang Ling didn't know that the place where he waved his palm deliberately avoided the wound, and he was still thankful that the knife edge didn't split.

Lu Misheng's tiger's mouth tightly gripped Tang Ling's throat, and he said coldly, "Don't challenge my limit."

Tang Ling couldn't breathe well and began to cough violently.Coughing so badly, his cheeks flushed red, Lu Misheng hastily withdrew his hand.

"Cough...cough cough..." Tang Ling frowned again, twisting into a twisted arc.

Lu Misheng retreated to one of the tables and chairs and sat down, quietly waiting for Tang Ling to finish coughing.But he coughed bloodshots and still didn't get better, and his chest heaved violently.

Lu Misheng picked up a bowl of clear water on the table and poured it into Tang Ling's mouth.

Tang Ling didn't cooperate and spilled half of the bowl on the ground.Lu Misheng had no choice but to cross the water with his mouth and force his way in.

Tang Ling's breathing gradually calmed down, and Lu Misheng's lips were still pressed against him, unwilling to separate.He wanted to shake his head away, but his lower lip was caught and sucked, and then he was bitten hard, and the smell of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Only then did Lu Misheng let go, and smiled to lick the bright red blood off his lips.

"This is a small punishment." Lu Misheng smiled contentedly.He stared at Tang Ling quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just looking at him like this, it lasted half an hour.Tang Ling's back was covered with goose bumps.

Suddenly Lu Misheng got up and went out, and came back soon, holding a bowl of hot porridge in his hand.

I don't know when, Lu Misheng's attitude towards Tang Ling was no longer simply playing tricks, but a little more cautious, with some restraint, always worried that Tang Ling would be killed by him.

Lu Misheng himself was still reluctant to admit this change.

Putting the edge of the bowl close to his lips, the hot porridge was slowly poured into Tang Ling's mouth.Tang Ling swallowed after not eating for a day.Can't let myself die here, Tang Ling insisted on the belief in his heart.

Lu Misheng never used severe punishment on him.Tang Ling was a little lucky.

At night again, Lu Misheng fed him a bowl of porridge again.Seeing him finish drinking slowly, Lu Misheng stared at Tang Ling with shining eyes.Tang Ling looked at him warily.

Seeing this, Lu Misheng smiled and said, "Why bother to be persistent?"

"Tang Sect's secrets must never be revealed." Tang Ling's tone was calm but firm.

"Don't you want to find a good position in the church and live happily without worrying about food and clothing?"

Tang Ling's tone was a little disdainful: "The evil is crooked."

Lu Misheng clenched his fists tightly, but controlled himself to relax slowly, and finally tore off the gauze from Tang Ling's face, wrapping it around his eyes.

Tang Ling resisted subconsciously, but his limbs were bound and helpless.

Lu Misheng smiled and loosened the chains on his hands, then tightly clamped his resisting hands, and with a forceful shake, Tang Ling was forced to lie on the torture rack.

Tang Ling's strength was insignificant compared to Lu Misheng's, and his hands were easily tied.

Tang Ling turned his back to Lu Misheng in an extremely shameful posture, with disheveled clothes.

Tang Ling was a little uneasy: "What are you going to do!"

Lu Misheng gently opened his belt and took off his trousers: "What do you think?"

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Lu Misheng hugged Tang Ling tightly from behind, and kissed him delicately, revealing a little bit of tenderness inadvertently.

Tang Ling's consciousness was already blurred, and even his eyes were a little loose, like a puppet being played by Lu Misheng.

Lu Misheng untied the iron chain that was grinding his wrist into bleeding blisters. As soon as he lost his support, Tang Ling collapsed. If it wasn't for Lu Misheng's sharp eyesight and quick hands, he would have already knelt down by the torture rack. .

As soon as Tang Ling fell into Lu Misheng's embrace, she was exhausted and fell asleep.Lu Misheng was finally able to take a good look at his face.Tang Ling's facial features are very correct, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips and bright teeth, exuding a heroic spirit.It's just that the white jade is slightly flawed, and there is a two-inch incision on Tang Ling's left cheek. The wound has not healed, but the blood has clotted and flowed down the cheek to the chin.

Lu Misheng picked Tang Ling up, went to the table and chair and sat down, licking the blood off his face.For some reason, Lu Misheng always felt that Tang Ling's blood was very sweet, and he couldn't get enough of it.

After cleaning up carefully, Lu Misheng still did not forget to press a kiss on his lips, and then tied him back to the rack.

Just after everything was packed, the sound of footsteps came from a distance.Lu Misheng looked at the door vigilantly, and straightened his robe.

It was Yedi Kalubi who pushed the door open.He still had such an indifferent expression, glanced at the unconscious Tang Ling, and said: "There is not much time, hurry up."

Lu Misheng bowed his head and saluted, and replied respectfully: "Disciple will follow the instruction."

"Up to fifteen days. Overdue processing."

Lu Misheng was startled, and took a deep breath: "Yes."

After finally sending Kalubi away, Lu Misheng sighed and slumped on the chair.He looked at Tang Ling quietly, with some helplessness in his eyes.

Just looking at it like this, Lu Misheng leaned against the table and fell asleep.

Still got up early the next day, woke Tang Ling up, fed him porridge again, and started a new round of interrogation.

"Speak or not? Huh?" Lu Misheng inserted the whip into Tang Ling's houting, cruelly grinding his sensitive points.

Tang Ling's face was flushed and he was breathing continuously, but he gritted his teeth and insisted: "Don't say..."

Lu Misheng just laughed, and began to punish more promiscuously with a smile.

These days seem to bring new joys every day, and Lu Misheng's original intention is no longer seeking answers, but more interested in fun.Pressing questions has become a prop to increase pleasure, and what is important in teaching is not so important.

Tang Ling was played tricks by Lu Misheng every day, and when he was so fucking gasping for breath, he always wanted to stab Lu Misheng to death, but the gentle care after the passion made his anger fade away.Tang Ling was so entangled that he simply didn't think about it, and only hoped that Mingjiao would give up on him earlier and let him go back. ?