Prince Dongjun stood at the top of the main hall with a blue face. As soon as I entered the door, he immediately said: "Come to the door."
The hall door is swollen and tightly closed. Prince Dongjun pointed to the thick memorial tablet behind him and said, "Kneel down."
I have no choice but to kneel down for a moment. Hey, old ghost, if you wait for me, Caleb Song, to kneel down, I'm afraid you won't be able to be reborn in the underworld for a thousand years, and your blessings will be ruined for three lives.
Prince Dongjun's beard stood straight up: "You evil son, you have been a father for ten or twenty years and have never disciplined you, but now you are addicted to Longyang and feed male prostitutes! Look, I broke your hair today in front of my ancestors. Evil tendons." He yelled, "Please help me!" After a while, a boy took an iron broom and tied it with iron wires. The broom handle was an iron rod with a mouth as thick as a small tea cup. The Wang family of Dongjun was indeed a military general, and their family law was so ferocious.
The boy was ordered to carry a bench and press me on the bench so that he could not move. King Dongjun rolled up his sleeves and put a broom wheel on my back. With a heavy sigh, the iron wire pierced into the flesh, and I screamed, the golden light flashed in front of my eyes, and suddenly shot up into the air. Milo grabbed me and whispered, "You're a step too late." He gently stroked my back with his hand, "Are you hurt? Does it hurt too much?"
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