Haha." Harsh laughter came from her ears. She just closed her eyes and listened. She couldn't even hear what it was. She just felt that it was very confusing and the world around her had nothing to do with him.
He was so tired now that he felt like he would fall asleep in the next second.
"No... wake up... Qing!"
"Ah!..." Suddenly he felt liquid flowing on his body, and the wound suddenly felt hot and painful. It hurt so much... He was about to shed tears from the pain, and he closed his eyes tightly.
But he still couldn't help sobbing, "Ah..." He knew that this was the feeling of pepper water poured on the wound, a scratchy pain, as if the juice had flowed to the blood vessels and to the end of the muscles, and the sharp pain made him His mind became even more confused. Sounds coming from the edge of his vocal cords kept coming from his throat. It was a sign of pain, but it seemed that no matter how much he hummed, screamed, or yelled, it was of no use. He only had one thought in his heart. The pain... so uncomfortable... He closed his eyes tightly, his brows were knitted together, beads of sweat continued to flow from the ends of his hair to his temples, and his muscles were shaking uncontrollably. He heard the laughter of others. , so harsh, so noisy, he tried to open his eyes to take a look, but as soon as he opened them, the pepper water flowed into his eyes, so he had to close them quickly.
She seemed to hear the man's sarcastic voice again, as if asking him if he was willing to speak out now, and if he wanted to ask for mercy.
But he heard the voice in his heart say... Forget it... It's no longer important to know what he asked... He won't say... Hmm.
He silently and solemnly nodded to himself, then suddenly felt light-headed and fainted completely.
"What?
fainted? "
When his subordinates reported it to him, he was quite shocked.
"You're so impatient, I haven't had enough fun yet!"
He was a little disappointed.
"Then that's it for today."
He put the ladle back into the bucket of pepper water and looked at the people he had tortured like this today.
Their hands were tied with ropes and they were suspended in the air, hanging down.
His arms are long, white and beautiful.
But the bright red blood marks on it are his masterpiece.
His eyes slowly looked down, and what he saw was his hanging forehead, which was so weak that he could no longer lift it up.
His normally neat hair was wet with sweat and became very disheveled.
Quite good looking.
This is also his masterpiece.
Further down, there was already a red patch, and the soaked hair was stuck to his face with sweat. Her face was not clean either. The originally fair face was covered with dust, and her face was haggard and her complexion was yellow.
His bangs were a bit long and blocked her eyes. Her eyes were closed tightly and her lips were pressed together tightly.
There is no intention of relaxing at all, not bad, not bad, very vigilant! His reaction to this was always complimentary.
There were many marks on his neck, and the whip hit his collarbone, leaving streaks of blood and exposing his snow-white bones.
He had just scratched that area and poured pepper water on it, and there were red marks on the outside of the wound, and the juice seemed to be like
