The Super Universe Leveling Game

1In the collection room, he got up in the middle of the night and sharpened his knife to admire the object in front of him. It was a wooden horse, and on the back of the horse, oddly enough, there was a stick as thick as a child's arm, about thirty centimeters long. Those who didn't know what was going on would be confused. How could a person sit on a horse with a stick on its back? But those who were familiar with the punishment of the prison would feel a sense of fear. This was one of the top ten tortures, the wooden horse.    

    

In the previous dynasty, there had been a rebellion by a prince. His trusted general had been caught, whipped, burned, and pulled out. Tortures had been useless. Later, a prison guard had developed a form of torture. It was the wooden horse. The general had been very confident at first. He had said that the pain was only a punishment from the heavens, but he didn't care about it. He was the center of the prince's life. In an hour, the general had started to scream. In three hours, the general had confessed everything, and the prince had been captured and had his property confiscated. The wooden horse became famous after the battle. It was listed as one of the top ten tortures.    

    

Getting up at night to sharpen the knife to collect the merry-go-round was not to torture people, but to send it to the palace. In the harem, there was no king. The three thousand beauties were all in their prime. They had nothing to do all day long, so they became interested in strange and weird things. The merry-go-round was one of the most desired things in the palace.    

    

The carousel was made of acacia trees, and the acacia tree's trademark was its constant temperature. At the same time, the acacia tree was also a type of Chinese medicine that could stimulate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, nourishing the blood and Qi. Most acacia trees were cut down before they reached ten meters long, and the acacia tree used by the carousel was at least thirty centimeters in diameter.    

    

He woke up in the middle of the night and sharpened the knife with his hands to stroke the wooden horse. He had a well-rounded body and smooth lines. Whether it was the materials, design, or workmanship, they were all the best. He believed that the one who sent the wooden horse into the harem would definitely be happy. At that time, the position of Deputy Inspector that he    

    

To go from a civilian to the highest-ranking officer was already reaching the heavens in a single bound. However, after enjoying the benefits brought by power, he couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to settle down with the current situation. His goal was to continue to be promoted. A soldier who didn't want to be a general wasn't a good soldier, and at the same time, a cadre who didn't want to be promoted wasn't a good cadre.    

    

The concubines were all attended by palace maids and eunuchs, and they lived a luxurious life. Even at the most difficult times, when the outside world was full of hunger and hunger, the concubines still didn't have to worry about food or accommodation, but the material satisfaction couldn't replace the spiritual emptiness. Many of the concubines, from entering the palace to aging, might not have a chance to be loved for decades. This pain was indescribable, life was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, they longed to change, if...    

    

Thinking about happiness, they got up in the middle of the night and started to sharpen their knives. At this moment, there was a knock on the door. A subordinate rushed in.    

    

"What is it?" After getting up in the middle of the night and sharpening the knife, he decided to set the rules for the public security. They were all a bunch of rough men who were reckless. After knocking on the door, they waited at the door without knowing anything. They didn't have any rules at all.    

    

Luckily, he didn't do anything. If he did some secret things, wouldn't they be seen through?    

    

"Send over the documents from Shuntian Manor. Sir, you can go and ask!" Seeing that his face had darkened after getting up in the middle of the night to sharpen his knife, the younger brother felt deeply uneasy. He had been in contact with getting up in the middle of the night to sharpen his knife for quite some time. He knew that this superior was temperamental, killed people without batting an eyelid, was ruthless to outsiders, and was never polite to his own people.    

    

"What's the matter this time?" When he got up at night to sharpen his knife, he frowned. He was thinking about how to give gifts, so he was not in the mood to go to Shuntian's. But the level of Shuntian's was much higher than his, so he had to go as long as there was a message. It was a contempt for his superiors, and the charges could be big or small. He did not want to displease Shuntian's.    

    

"Someone is suing you for blackmailing and accepting bribes." The subordinate felt the anger in his heart when he woke up in the middle of the night to sharpen his knife. He was trembling with fear.    

    

"Who is it?" Killing intent had already emerged in his heart when he woke up in the middle of the night to sharpen his knifes. He must have not been ruthless enough, which was why there was still someone challenging his temper. This time, he must kill those unruly citizens.    

    

"The manager of Fresh Fruit today." The little brother said in a low voice.    

    

"This old man is courting death!" In the middle of the night, he woke up and sharpened his fist. He did not hide his anger at all. At this moment, he was furious. He thought that Manager Niu would swallow his anger and not dare to resist, but he didn't expect that it would be Manager Niu who would sue him. At this moment, he had already thought of more than a dozen ways to take revenge on Manager Niu.    

    

"From what I heard from the servant, Shopkeeper Niu came prepared and brought more than a dozen eyewitnesses. Lord Prefect told you to be careful." The little brother reminded.    

    

"Be careful, my ass! You just want more money. Not a single one of the NPCs is good; all of them are blood sucking ghosts." Getting up in the middle of the night to sharpen his knife did not have any good impression of Fu Yi. The reason why he was so shameless to collect money from the lower floors was because he was being collected by the upper floors, and Fu Yi took the majority.    

    

How could the dignified Fu Yi, a third grade official of the Imperial Court, have the time to sit in court every day? How could he take on all kinds of cases? Was the third grade member so free? He didn't, but Mansion Yi had done so. There was only one reason for it, money.    

    

As long as there was a case that involved getting up and sharpening a knife in the middle of the night, he had to pay. If he didn't pay enough, he wouldn't be able to take it. Lord Prefectural Yi had a big appetite, so he didn't like it at all. If he didn't pay the money, there was nothing much to say about it. He was just doing his job according to the rules. Lord Fu Yi had real capability. He had a pen that could write the dead to the living, or write the white to the black. In the court, no one could beat him.    

    

How could the contestants win against the judge? The relationship between getting up in the middle of the night to sharpen a knife and Shuntian Manor was not as good as it seemed to others. It required gold coins to maintain.    

    

When the gods fought, the little brothers didn't dare to participate. They lowered their heads and didn't dare to speak.    

    

"When is the court going to begin?" He got up in the middle of the night and asked while sharpening the knife.    

    

"Right away." The little brother said in a low voice after getting up in the middle of the night to sharpen a knife.    

    

"Why are you in such a hurry? This old guy is getting more and more rude when he wants money." The little brother's face twitched a little after getting up in the middle of the night and sharpening his knife. He told the little brother to prepare the carriage while he went to get the money.    

    

He usually didn't keep his money with him, because it was too dangerous. He knew how bad his reputation was among the players. There were people who didn't like him coming to assassinate him all the time. If he kept the money with him, he might lose it. His government office was a government office, and it was heavily guarded. Players would be suppressed when they entered the office, so it was very safe.    

    

When he woke up in the middle of the night to sharpen his knife and came to Shun Tian Mansion, he woke up in the middle of the night and changed his expression. He was courteous and gentle, even more amiable and harmless than his neighbors' senior.    

    

However, when he swept his gaze across Shopkeeper Niu and the others, the flash of fierceness revealed his inner heart. He stood at the same level as Shopkeeper Niu, bowed deeply, and said, "Greetings, Master Fu Yi!" When he withdrew his gaze, he was stunned for a moment. In the lower half of the seat, there was an armchair with a player sitting on it.    

    

There was only one person qualified to sit in the magistrate's office's main hall, and that person was the official in charge, Prefect Yi. If there was a second person, it could only mean one thing: this person's status was above that of the magistrate. Suddenly, he had a bad feeling when he woke up to sharpen his knife in the middle of the night. When he saw the face of the person sitting in the main seat, he got up to sharpen his knife in the middle of the night. He felt numb on the scalp and had the urge to turn around and run away.    

    

Dongfang Qingyu, the person sitting in the hall with the Great Thorn was actually the City Lord of the Black Tortoise City, Dongfang Qingyu! He, who had a guilty conscience, was especially afraid of Dongfang Qingyu.    

    

He quickly calmed down after waking up in the middle of the night to sharpen his knife. After he returned, he had been active in Azure Dragon City. He had nothing to do with Dongfang Qingyu and the Black Tortoise Group, and there was no conflict between them. Dongfang Qingyu shouldn't be here for him. It might have been an accident. Dongfang Qingyu can't attack him for no reason, right? He thought that he did not do anything that would let Dongfang Qingyu down, so he forced himself to calm down.    

    

While he was looking at Dongfang Qingyu, Dongfang Qingyu was also looking at him. He woke up in the middle of the night and started sharpening his blade. His eyes were long and narrow, and his eyebrows were long and thin. Together, they were like a pair of sharp daggers, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling. It was as if the thorns in the forest could stab people at any time.    

    

When he woke up in the middle of the night and sharpened his blade, panic appeared on his face when he saw Dongfang Qingyu. It proved that he had a relationship with the King of Darkness. Ordinary people did not need to be afraid of him. He had a grudge with the King of Darkness. Only the people from the King of Darkness would be afraid of him when he woke up in the middle of the night and started sharpening his blade.    

    

In just one or two seconds, he calmed down after waking up in the middle of the night and started to sharpen his blade. His mental energy was pretty good, but unfortunately, the person who woke up in the middle of the night was him.    

    

"Wake up and sharpen your knife in the middle of the night, do you know your crime?" The prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural wood was a tool that represented the dignity of the Imperial Court, and it had an extremely strong suppressing effect on the soul. No matter who it was, their position, or strength, as long as they were below the court, they would be suppressed.    

    

Waking up in the middle of the night to sharpen your sword, do you know your crime? The prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural was one of the most authoritative instruments of the imperial court. It had an extremely strong suppressing effect on the soul. No matter who it was, their position,    

    

"The prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural prefectural" This was not the first time he had been accused of a crime. He knew the procedure very well, and his attitude was respectful. He would not let the prefectural city magistrate catch on to the slightest mistake, nor would he make things difficult for the prefectural city magistrate.    

    

Fu Yi glanced at Dongfang Qingyu, but Dongfang Qingyu's face was calm, and he did not say anything. Although he had his head lowered when he got up in the middle of the night, he had been paying attention to Dongfang Qingyu out of the corner of his eye. For some reason, his heart jumped, and he felt extremely uneasy.    

    

"How dare you! You have come to the court, yet you still dare to resist? Someone, get the knife for me when you wake up in the middle of the night." Fu Yi suddenly shouted loudly. Not only was he stunned when he got up in the middle of the night to sharpen the knife, Shopkeeper Niu and the rest of the plaintiffs were also shocked. The interrogation process should not be like this. He didn't even ask anything, and he just asked that person directly?    

    

The four bailiffs on the left and right rushed over. Two of them held him down to wake up in the middle of the night to grind his knife, while the other two put shackles and shackles on him. Crack - - Before he could wake up in the middle of the night to sharpen his knife, he was already under control. When he got up in the middle of the night to prepare for the sharpening, he subconsciously wanted to resist. At the same time, the handcuffs and the unlocked manacles emitted a bright glow of Huang Ying Ying. An invisible pressure suppressed the body and the spirit of a person who got up in the middle of the night to prepare for the sharpening. The person who got up in the middle of the night showed a painful expression on his face as he shouted towards Fu Yi, "Your Excellency, I protest..."    

    

"You still dare to resist? Somebody, come and" Fu Yi threw out a command arrow, and the bailiff, who had been waiting for this moment, immediately drew out his large blade. He raised up his hand and swung the blade, causing a white beam of light to flash across the sky. The head of someone who woke up in    

    

"An anxious shout sounded from the long street. At the same time, a human figure rushed over. The figure flashed, and there was another person in the hall.    

    

Chapter 3 - Kill!