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Just as he thought of this,
A wave of heat came from in front of him. Qin Song looked at the approaching red soldering iron, and his body began to tremble reflexively, causing the tall man to laugh.
"Didn't you say that you were a tough nut to crack?" The man threw the soldering iron back into the brazier in boredom. He slowly lifted the youth's chin, which was soaked in cold sweat and ice water, and said, "You can't hold on after only two rounds of torture,
The southerners are indeed weak... but..,
Tsk tsk,
You're really good-looking. "
She was beautiful,
Unfortunately, her identity was special,
And she was locked up because of that matter. She didn't dare to act recklessly before the higher-ups gave the order.
The man let go,
He said, "Give me the thing."
The subordinate handed over a piece of paper,
The man took it and stretched it out in front of Qin Song, he said, "On this is what you just confessed,
You should still remember, right? In a while,
She obediently copied it down.
Sign it, and you don't have to suffer anymore... Hmm? "
Qin Song raised his head to take a look.
Perhaps it was because the pain was too much just now,
His memory was a little blurry,
He only remembered that he was in so much pain that he couldn't stand it anymore. He admitted to whatever they said, hoping that he would suffer less. It seemed that it was indeed these things.
Qin Song was silent for a moment before he said, "Can I press my fingerprint?" His voice was low, hoarse, and weak.
He actually dared to make conditions!
The man sneered sinisterly, "What do you think?"
Qin Song let out a sigh and said, "Then forget it." If he really wanted to personally write this confession that he was a spy from the Northern Qi, who had assassinated Qin Yue to drive a wedge between the Qin and Chu countries, what awaited him and his family would definitely be the most miserable fate. Even Chu Chu would be implicated.
He closed his eyes and stopped talking.
The man was furious. He pinched his chin vigorously and said with a sinister smile, "You think you didn't enjoy enough just now, right? Since he doesn't want to write, it's useless to keep his hands. Someone, help Qin Song Gongzi crush his beautiful fingers one by one! "
Qin Song reluctantly opened his eyes again and said, "The King Of Qin ordered you to interrogate me. Do you really want to know why I tried to assassinate him, or do you want to force me to copy the story you made up? Do you want to ask clearly before you come? "
The man's expression turned solemn. "So there's a hidden reason for you to assassinate the king?" Wasn't it because of what happened on the bed? Could there be some inside story? Wasn't this a sign that he was going to make a great contribution?
Qin Song smiled. "No, I'm just killing them for fun."
"You!" The man shook him off and said, "Watch him!"
Qin Song lowered his head and fell asleep.
…
Qin Yue looked at the young man chained to the wall. His expression was cold and his eyes were malicious.
The young man's head was lowered. His long hair was disheveled and fell to his waist. He was still wearing his thin underwear, but the layers of blood stains made it impossible to see its original white color. Its owner was also no longer cold and arrogant. Covered in cuts and bruises, he was dragged by the iron chain. His thin and slender figure showed a miserable beauty.
"At the beginning, he was so arrogant." The man who first carried out the torture stood beside Qin Yue and said, "But after a few lashes, he began to cry for his father and mother. When the soldering iron was touched, he was even more unbearable. I told him to call for his ancestors. He almost peed in his pants."
Qin Yue sneered. The man waved his hand and someone poured a basin of cold water on the young man's head. The young man tilted his head slightly. It was obvious that he had woken up.
The man went forward and pulled the young man's hair to raise his head. Qin Song looked up at the man beside him, then looked at Qin Yue who was sitting in front of him. Then, he lowered his eyes again.
"Speak!" The man shouted coldly, "Why did you assassinate the King? Who ordered you to do so? "
Qin Song was speechless. If he really wanted to assassinate the King Of Qin, he should have done it when Qin Yue was at his weakest. Why did he resist so desperately from the beginning? It was fine that the man didn't know the inside story, but why was Qin Yue here?
"You really want to know?"
The man said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Because … the King Of Qin has … body odor! I can't stand it. "
The man was stunned. He didn't know how to continue the conversation.
Should he refute: Nonsense, the King doesn't have body odor!
Or should he ask: You want to assassinate the King because he has body odor? That's ridiculous!
After a while, he came to his senses and said angrily, "Are you playing with me?"
"Yes!" Qin Song said lightly, "I'm playing with you!"
The man raised his hand and was about to slap him when a cold snort came from behind him, "Is this what you meant by being as obedient as a dog?"
The man was stunned. He knelt on the ground and said anxiously, "My King, this boy has forgotten the pain after the scars have healed. As long as I teach him a lesson, he will be obedient immediately!"
"Is that so?" Qin Yue chuckled and got up to pick something in the brazier. He pulled out a red-hot soldering iron. The man heard the sound and looked up. He hurriedly said, "How can I let my King dirty your hands with this kind of thing? Let me do it."
"You do it?"
"Yes, yes, I'll do it, I'll do it." The man reached out to take the soldering iron. The next moment, he let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground. He twitched and rolled on the ground as if he had been electrocuted.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.
Qin Yue casually threw the soldering iron on the man's shoulder to the ground. The corners of his lips curled up, "Very interesting indeed."
His gaze fell on Qin Song.
The boy pursed his lips. His face was pale.
He knew that he had fallen into the most dangerous situation. The ruthlessness and interest in the King Of Qin's eyes were frightening. However, there was no difference compared to before. Those people did not torture him for the sake of giving a confession, but purely for the sake of torturing him.
"Your bones are indeed very hard and you have a lot of courage. I like it very much," Qin Yue said, "It seems that I should thank you. I haven't encountered something so interesting in a long time."
He pulled out another soldering iron from the brazier and smiled, "Very interesting indeed."
He slowly walked forward and lifted the boy's chin. He put the red soldering iron close to his face and said, "I heard that you are very afraid of pain?"
Qin Song did his best to turn his head to avoid the heat. His voice was still light as he said, "Yes."
Qin Yue lowered his head. The boy under his palm was trembling. His face was as white as paper. His drooping eyelashes were very moving. His lips were wet with cold water. Although they were pale, their shape was shockingly beautiful.
Qin Yue looked and his thumb unconsciously stroked them. Sure enough … they were as soft and beautiful as he imagined.
His interest in torturing him was temporarily suppressed by another desire. Perhaps … there was no rush. He should enjoy it first.
Feeling the touch on his lips become slower and heavier, Qin Song looked up and saw Qin Yue's Adam's apple move slightly. He heard his gradually heavy breathing.
Qin Song was stunned at first. Then he became furious. He fiercely shook his head and avoided Qin Yue's finger.
Qin Yue twisted the boy's head back. Holding his chin, he whispered, "Open your mouth."
Qin Song clenched his teeth.
Qin Yue slowly put the soldering iron close to his face. He lowered his head and said hoarsely in his ear, "Open your mouth." His voice was low and hoarse. There was a sense of danger.
Qin Song looked at the red iron piece that was close at hand. Although he hadn't touched it yet, the skin on his face had already been scorched with a scorching pain. The tiny hairs on his face were burnt, making an indiscernible sizzling sound and an unpleasant smell rushed into his nose.
His body was trembling uncontrollably, but in the depths of his heart, he felt that this kind of fear was so superficial. It was as if he was sitting below the stage and watching other people act out their emotions … Most importantly, why did that bright red piece of metal look so intimate and enticing?
"Open your mouth!" Qin Yue pinched the boy's chin and forced his face to the soldering iron. He made a low threatening sound in his throat, "Hmm?"
Then, he saw the youth finally raise his eyes. His pair of pitch-black eyes did not contain the slightest bit of fear as he had imagined. Instead, they were as tranquil as a clear pool. When Qin Yue's heart trembled slightly, he saw the youth gently raise the corner of his lips and press his face against the crimson iron. Such a tragic action, yet this youth actually carried a kind of unhurried and unhurried feeling.
The glaring white smoke stung his eyes. The sizzling sound deafened his ears. The smell of burnt flesh assailed his nostrils …
Qin Yue was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He threw the soldering iron far away and took a few steps back. After a while, he heard the sound of his heart beating.
He was actually scared! The King of Western Qin, Qin Yue, who had killed countless people, was actually scared. At that moment, he was panicking.
"Your, Your Majesty?"
Qin Yue gasped for breath. He looked at the boy who was about to faint. The meaning in his eyes was hard to understand. "Wake him up!"
When Qin Song woke up, he still saw Qin Yue's enlarged face. It was still gloomy, but there was a trace of exasperation. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're afraid of pain, but you'd rather suffer the punishment of the soldering iron than let me touch you."
Qin Song looked at him and said in a light tone, "Yes!"
Qin Yue was furious. He didn't notice it before, but now he could easily hear the contempt and contempt in the boy's voice.
He lowered his voice and said, "Good, very good. If you don't care about anything, I don't know what to do with you. Tell me, if I hand you over to the military camp, how will the criminal army treat you? "
He smiled and said, "What about the world famous Qin Song Gongzi? Maybe if you play the zither and sing for them, they'll take pity on you?"
Qin Song said, "You wouldn't dare."
"I wouldn't dare?" Qin Yue laughed and said, "You said I wouldn't dare? In this world, is there anything that I, Qin Yue, wouldn't dare to do? "
He grabbed Qin Song's chin and said coldly, "I just wanted to scare you. Since you said I wouldn't dare, if I really let you go, it would seem that I'm incompetent!"
Qin Song frowned. "Your Majesty, did you forget that I hurt my face?"
"Don't worry, they won't despise you. Although your face is hurt, you still have good skin and flesh!"
Qin Song looked at him and said helplessly, "Your Majesty knows that I'm famous, but you should know that I have scholarly honors. Although I didn't have time to participate in the court examination, I was born in Xie Yuan … "
Qin Yue laughed and said, "Born in Xie Yuan, famous all over the world … What do you think these are in my eyes?"
Qin Song sighed and said softly, "So … you're an idiot."
Qin Yue was furious. "What did you say?"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Rotten wood can't be carved … You didn't cultivate with me, so why should I teach you?"
Qin Yue was not a fool. Previously, he only treated Qin Song as a toy. After being repeatedly provoked, he lost his former sharpness. Now that he was reminded several times, he finally understood. He was a king, so he naturally knew that he could only conquer the world with a large number of soldiers and generals. To rule the world, he relied on the imperial officials. The people of this class had very strange tempers. Sometimes, they despised each other and disliked each other for inexplicable reasons. Sometimes, they would firmly stick together.
All the imperial officials had their pride and couldn't be humiliated.
Qin Song was born in Xie Yuan and was famous all over the world. If Qin Yue only wanted to rape him, it would be considered a personal loss. However, if he ordered people to torture Qin Song to death because he refused to submit, it would be tyrannical and unscrupulous. It would be a disgrace to all the scholars in the world. If it really spread out, not to mention the other countries, even the scholars in Daqin itself wouldn't work for him.
If it was the Qin Yue from before, he might not take this matter to heart. However, now that he had just conquered the three countries, it was the most chaotic time. He deeply understood why it was easy to conquer the world, but difficult to rule the world. At this moment, he didn't dare to provoke the imperial officials in the world.
If Qin Song's face wasn't injured, they could quietly kill him and report his sudden death to cover it up a little bit with a grand burial. Even if the officials knew what was going on, those who wanted to curry favor with the powerful would pretend that they didn't know and still surrender. However, if he had obvious injuries on his face, the imperial officials couldn't pretend to be stupid even if they wanted to.
Moreover, he was famous all over the world. It would be difficult to hide his corpse from the world even if he wanted to.
Qin Song saw his expression change quickly and knew that he understood. He chuckled and said, "At that time, Your Majesty didn't deliberately hide this matter. Now that I have injuries on my face … Why don't you torture me again and see if you can make me make a copy of the confession? At that time, you can beat me, kill me, or humiliate me as you wish. "
Qin Yue looked at him deeply, snorted coldly, and left in a huff.
Qin Song watched the figures of these people disappear, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He sighed, "It's really not easy to keep my life."
His gaze fell on the soldering iron that had fallen on the ground. The hot soldering iron now had a faint layer of frost …
A low sound like muffled thunder seemed to come from the depths of the earth. The earth trembled violently as if it had met something terrible. Black rocks rolled down from the top of the mountain and fell into the black lake.
The lake water was not tranquil either. It was surging violently, as if there was an invisible big fish in the lake that was struggling for its life.
After a long time, the mountain was still and the water was still. After a while, a white hand reached out from the lake without any warning. It strenuously grabbed onto a black rock by the side of the lake. After a while, this hand finally pulled its entire body out of the lake.
Linno didn't need to look to know how miserable he was. His black robe had been torn into strips, and his body and face were covered with fine bloodstains. His disheveled hair was stuck to his face and back with water. When he came out of the water, it froze into ice dregs. He looked even more ridiculous.
Linno crawled two more steps before he turned over and leaned against the mountain rock. When he moved, the thin layer of ice on his body made a light sound like broken jade and rustled to the ground. He was too lazy to waste his spiritual energy to cast a water-repelling spell, so he just let it be.
"Ding!" An abrupt voice rang out in his mind. Lin Nuo frowned impatiently, and there was no further reaction.
"Ding! The main mission has been completed. Do you wish to return? "
Linno sneered, "This unlucky system is getting worse and worse. Main mission? That thing has never given me a damn main mission!
If that thing's hard drive hasn't crashed, then it must have gone crazy and come up with a new style: Collect a hundred Ignore Missions and ten thousand Negative Missions as punishment in exchange for one Main Mission? "
Lin Nuo didn't take the so-called "return" to heart. Ever since he had been pestered by this crazy System, he had completed a lot of messy missions, but he hadn't seen a single reward. Later on, when he asked for help from the System after that incident, it didn't respond at all, as if it was dead.
Later on, Linno treated its words like farts, but he didn't expect that this broken system seemed to have no ability, but when it came to torturing people, it was full of tricks. Since then, Linno would be tortured to death by it every few days because of the "Negative Missions". In comparison, the terrifying Heavenly Tribulation was child's play.
If it was someone else, they might have been tamed by it, and easily completed any mission that wasn't difficult, so they wouldn't have to suffer. However, Linno was stubborn by nature. Not only did he not compromise, but he was even more disgusted with this thing. Since it had such means, then what happened to him back then was just a piece of cake to it. He had completed so many missions before, but he didn't ask for any rewards. He only asked for help this time, so it wasn't too much. But not only did it not help, it didn't even say a word. Obviously, it only treated him as a tool to get whatever it wanted. If he continued to be used by it, then he would be a fool.
"Crazy" was Linno's own evaluation of the system's malice, but this time, it really seemed to be crazy. Not to mention that this inexplicable main mission was completed inexplicably, the punishment just now was also inexplicable. In the past, it would always give him a mission first, and after he ignored it for a while, the system would then start tormenting him. Before tormenting him, there would be a warning. Why did it come for no reason this time?
Linno was too lazy to think about it. He wasn't a smart person, and this kind of thing, he couldn't figure it out with his brain alone.
Closing his eyes, Linno began to absorb the pitiful amount of spiritual energy around him, slowly nourishing his body. But in his heart, he sighed. How did he live a life worse than a sh * t-stirrer?
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