Chapter 77: Captive!

One hand, one leg?

Hearing this sentence, the prisoners in the prison cells opposite each other laughed loudly. Most of them were missing a hand, an ear, or an eye, and obviously they were "treated" by the big guys. At this time, they simply wanted to see their misfortune happen to others, a pathological psychology.

Then, the four bald strong men began to prepare. Their techniques were extremely sophisticated. The two prepared ropes and sealed strips of rags. The other two pulled out scimitars from their belts and gently polished them with the rocks.

"Don't move!" Unexpectedly, Shamir also asked several brothers to surround him.

"Old brother, is this your repayment to the pack of marijuana just now?" Ye Huan sneered: "It's really loyal!"

"Silly boy, I'm helping you!" Shamir pressed several acupoints on Ye Huan's wrist and said in the lowest voice: "When you cut off your hands and feet later, don't move around. Cooperate with my movements to stop bleeding. With the moss applied to you just now, the wound will heal quickly and suffer less life!" He paused, "Don't worry, I've done something like this more than a dozen times, so you won't suffer much pain!"

Ye Huan suddenly gave him a thankful look, but his face was not good-looking, "They really want to remove one of my hands and one foot?"

"Why, do you still want to resist?" Shamir whispered: "Don't blame me for not reminding you that losing one leg and one hand at this time can at least save your life, but if you resist... Five years ago, a general from the Heavenly Father's Legion broke the executioner's leg. In less than three days, Krupp had more than 80 torture instruments. Now he is soaked in a vinegar jar without his hands and feet! Oh, there is another saying, "Hey, you can't help!"

Ye Huan narrowed his eyes and made a decision in his heart.

A crazy decision!

"Little guy, Boss Shamir is right. Being honest will be good for you!" The executioner heard Shamir's voice and smiled gloomy. Then he walked over and pressed Ye Huan's shoulders, one with a scimitar on his shoulders and the other with a thigh. "Boy, we're going to do it. Remember, don't open your mouth later, and roll up your tongue..."

"Brother, you don't need to say this, we have already told you!" Shamir nodded and smiled, and explained to Ye Huan: "What makes you roll your tongue means that it hurts too much. If you don't roll it up, you will easily bite your tongue. Hehe, last month, a guy didn't know about this, and bit off his tongue when he chopped his fingers."

"Oh, then I really have to thank my brother!"

At this time, the executioner's blade had already raised up and suddenly went downward, but Ye Huan said the second half of the sentence, "But I'm not in the mood to be disabled!"

I'm!?

The executioner was stunned. Ye Huan was a crazy believer who grew up in a seminary. Even if the situation is critical now, he should never say such swear words! This is a crime of ashamed of the teachings of Heavenly Father!

Just as they were stunned, Ye Huan leaned back, imitating Adolf's best head hammer, and hit the executioner's forehead with a bang. The blood immediately spurted open, and the executioner fainted on the spot.

"court death!"

The other three executioners immediately raised their scimitars, but compared with the speed, can these ordinary executioners pass the Wind Wings faster? Ye Huan raised his hand and grabbed the executioner's neck aimed at his shoulder. With another force, the executioner was swung by him as a weapon. Dong, Dong, and the other two executioners fell on their backs. Then Ye Huan continued to grab the executioner's neck with his left hand, grabbed his ankle with his other hand, and smashed it on the ground.

His knees were raised and hit the executioner's back.

Click!

The whole person was twisted ninety degrees backwards!

Don’t blame Ye Huan for being ruthless. People want to remove his hands and feet. If you don’t try to kill him, are you waiting to become disabled?

After doing all this, Ye Huan flashed and came to the back of the fence. He could not touch Tyrel on the opposite side, but he still had nearly five meters long Wind Wings. The dark golden wings swayed gently, and through the gap in the fence, locked Tyrel's neck. After pulling, Tyrel was pulled over and looked at Ye Huan face to face through the fence.

"You, you dare to attack the white-clothed archbishop of the Holy See, in the Inquisition!?" Tyrel shouted in dismay.

So easy!?

Ye Huan never dreamed that Tyrel's strength was so bad that he couldn't even take a single move!?

Tyrel wanted to cry. Through the solid fence, who would have thought that Ye Huan suddenly made a five-meter-long wing? Not to mention that she was not strong enough, even many famous masters would not be guaranteed to be plotted against!

"If you don't attack you, the archbishop, I'm disabled!"

At this time, the nearby guards rushed over when they heard the sound. Ye Huan's wind wings locked Tyrel firmly, and a hand was pressed on his neck, and said coldly: "Don't move anyone. I can catch Tyrel five meters away and kill you. Tyrel is the Father of Heaven, and yours is yours!"

...

"Little brother, what are you doing!" Shamir behind was already shocked. There were not many people making trouble in the dungeon of the magistrate, but Ye Huan was the first criminal who dared to take the archbishop in white as a hostage, which scared hundreds of criminals who were afraid to step forward.

"Little brother, listen to my advice and let go of Tyrel!" Shamir hurriedly said, "This is the referee, right in He Lieshan. Even if you catch Tyrel, you can't escape. Let go, let go quickly. Now you have room for maneuver. But if you alarm the big bosses in the referee, you can't even save your life!"

"Ye Huan, Shamir is right. Put down Tyrel, I promise you won't die here!" Krupp also rushed over.

"You think I'm an idiot! If I let her go, even if I save my life, I'll be a disabled person who lacks hands and feet!" Ye Huanli shouted: "Immediately report the situation here to the Pope, the elders' group, and several archbishops in the clothes. I'm guilty and can still be tried, but I must be judged fairly under the gaze of these people! I can't meet my request within ten minutes. I will remove a part of Tyrell's body every minute!"

"Ye Huan, isn't it just one leg and one hand?" Shamir sighed, "This is better than death!"

"What do you know? I'll die at most once, and I may be rewarded after death! But if I'm disabled, I don't know how many times I die and how many punishments I will be!"

This is a huge truth, but unfortunately no one can understand it!

If you die here today, you will go to hell. When Satan sees that Ye Huan has achieved some achievements, he may be able to resurrect him. But if he really loses one hand and one leg and never completes the missionary mission again, will Satan still help him?

This Dan brother looks unrestrained, but after all, he is one of the most terrifying evil demons ever. Once Ye Huan becomes a disabled person with no value, who knows what he will do!

"I'll say it again last!" Ye Huan continued to hold Tyrel's neck and grabbed the little finger of her right hand with the other hand. "In ten minutes, report this to the Pope. I request the most fair judgment. I can't do it, one part per minute!" Crack, Tyrel's little finger was broken by him!

"Krupp, please, go and report to the Pope!" Tyrel screamed like a pig. When did this archbishop who was used to being pampered and treated with such sins?
Chapter completed!