Chapter 482: Eight Immortals Gather to Break the Emperor's Heart

The prefect stood up to carry the wine. Brothers Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, as well as the ladies of the Madam, all smiled and then raised their wine glasses lightly to salute the unknown prisoner. ♡♢ ♦ ♦

After drinking it all in one gulp, he looked at the unknown prisoner again. His whole body was shaking, his eyes were bloodshot, but his face was covered in mud, and his expression and emotions were unclear.

Everyone laughed.

The old bustard teased the magistrate as having a dark heart. He had been deprived of his reputation and had suffered, yet he still wanted to stimulate him like this. The prefect scolded her back. She was even happier than he was when they were toasting just now.

The magistrate ordered someone to bring a stool, invited the prisoner to sit down, and told Zhang Long and Zhao Hu that this person once held a high position. He might have been friends or enemies with his teacher. In his glory days, he was above tens of thousands of people. He should be kinder to him. , always right. When Zhang Long heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, his expression was unnatural, and he nodded repeatedly in embarrassment. Zhang Long secretly glared at the prisoner. If he dared to file a complaint, he would surely be rewarded by her along the way.

The prisoner may have been tired from standing. She has never sat on a stool since she was sentenced. Because His Majesty has ordered that after taking off her name, she cannot regard herself as a human being, and the things of her old friends are not allowed to affect her. She sat down all the way. Living on the ground, sleeping in stables, eating leftovers, so that's the norm.

Seeing the invitation to sit down, and hearing the prefect's nonsense, by some mistake, he actually sat down on the stool.

But before he could sit down and relax, the magistrate kicked him. His expression suddenly changed, and he lost all his easy-going attitude before. He cursed: "What are you? What are you?"

"You dare to sit down when I tell you to? Do you still think you are a high official? You are not even a human being now. What a bad luck."

One second he was invited to sit down and told Zhang Long and Zhao Hu to treat each other well, but the next second he kicked him down and sat down, cursing loudly.

Especially Zhang Long, he couldn't figure out what the magistrate was thinking. Was he intending to humiliate?

The magistrate sat on his back, looked at the prisoner condescendingly, and said: "You have to remember, no matter what your identity or status was in the past, you are no longer a human being, a beast or a beast, let alone sitting at the same table with me. Even the beggars on the street are one level above you!"

After saying that, he started laughing loudly and proudly. Zhang Long, Zhao Hu and the six women on the table laughed and exchanged cups. The prisoner lowered his head, his eyes were blood red, two drops of tears mixed with bloodshot eyes fell from his eyes, and he choked silently.

What's more, some women heard that the prisoner was once a high official, and also knew that he had been stripped of his title, and his status was worse than that of a beggar, and naturally he was even lower than them.

So he humiliated the prisoner in every possible way, verbally abusing him, and sometimes even issued orders to humiliate him, such as ordering the prisoner to walk to the red platform for everyone to watch...etc. In order to please the women, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu used his energy to target the prisoners. If they dared to disobey, they would be beaten with sticks.

The prisoner shed tears, but could not resist, so he could only do as he was told. When she stood on the central stage, the guests in the building were surprised at first, thinking it was some kind of show.

Later, when someone told her the inside story, there was a lot of curses, and everyone tried every means to humiliate this former high-ranking official and trample on her self-esteem.

"She's in tears." The madam laughed.

"Fuck it or not, she still has this power," the prefect said jokingly.

Those words were like sharp swords piercing the heart, heavier than anything else. The prisoner stood in the middle of the red platform, tears flowing even more, and the heart was already torn to pieces.

After dinner and wine, there was an entertainment show. The magistrate, Zhao Hu, and Zhang Long each carried two girls upstairs and entered the room.

Because they were afraid that the prisoner would take the opportunity to escape, they took him into the room together, but the madam didn't want to. He raised his eyebrows and pushed him, pretending to be angry.

"Why did you let a big criminal come in to deal with you and my two sisters?" The old madam stood at the door and said angrily.

"That's right." Zhao Hu explained, "I'm surprised by this statement. It's my duty to escort the prisoner. If she doesn't come in, I will be derelict in my duty and the impact will be bad."

"But..." The madam was reluctant.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu said again: "Beautiful lady, beautiful lady, what do you care about her, what do you care about her? Has she been stripped of her name, or is she still called by a human? Are you treating her like a beast? Isn't it inconvenient?"

Hearing this, the madam finally nodded, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Mr. Zhuang, tonight I will pretend..."

Zhao Hu laughed and was very excited.

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The only thing is that the fireworks in the building are torturing people's hearts, and the Eight Immortals are involved in the game and are breaking the emperor's heart. Disaster is coming, disaster is coming.

Li Changxiao tried again to predict good and bad luck, but the good fortune was not revealed, and the bad fortune was not revealed. The divination was in chaos. He also looked at the fortune and misfortune, whether it was good or bad, and whether it was misfortune or not. Everything was uncertain.

There is a long road ahead, and any choice will cause various changes.

After thinking about it, I went back to my room to sleep.

Late at night.

Someone came back drunk, it was Zhang Long and Zhao Hu. They had fun for a long time and returned along the way, humming the little song and striding away. Still savoring the taste.

After knocking on the door and entering, Zhang Long took the prisoner to the stable, pushed him in, turned around and left, went back to his room and fell asleep.

According to the plan, I originally planned to stay one more day, but I had a great time today and realized the power of the "Wowo Township", so I planned in advance to leave the city tomorrow.

When you are successful, send the troublesome thing to the extreme south, let it fend for itself, and then come back to Panjiu City to experience it.

The prisoner entered the stable, and in the dead of night, his tears burst out again, and he choked silently, feeling miserable and miserable.

Let’s talk about another place.

Zhao Hu pushed open the door and walked out. The drunkenness had already dissipated. He left Chengtian Inn and walked towards Zuichun Tower.

Although he was walking slowly, his temperament gradually changed. The original aura of a rough martial artist gradually faded away, and his body became a little more fragrant.

Walk to Zui Chun Tower.

Entering from the back door, I entered a private room and saw that there were already people waiting here for a long time. I looked around and saw that they were the prefect, the madam, and five other women.

Including Zhao Hu, there were exactly eight people. The eight people sat around the table, and their faces slowly changed, and they were completely different.

If there were people from Panjiu City here, they would definitely recognize them. They were the gods in the temple that were worshipped all year round.

The one sitting at the main seat of the round table was one of the twelve mountain gods, the mountain god of Elong Mountain.

Under his seat, there were Hezi, a small mountain god, a land god, and a city god...

The incense and magic.

But it was also exquisite.

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Let's talk about the other side.

The nameless prisoner sobbed and cried until his eyes were swollen, but he heard a strange sound.

Turning his head, he saw a wine gourd standing quietly on the ground. Then he looked up and looked at the window edge yesterday, and there was a white-clothed man smiling as usual.