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It was beautiful,
Unfortunately, his identity was special, and he was locked up because of that matter,
He didn't dare to act recklessly before the higher-ups gave the order.
The man let go,
He said, "Give me the thing."
His subordinate handed over a piece of paper,
The man took it,
He stretched it out in front of Qin Song and said, "On this,
It's the thing you confessed to just now. You should still remember, right? In a while, obediently copy it,
Sign it and make a mark,
Then you don't have to suffer anymore … Hmm? "
Qin Song looked up. Perhaps it was because the pain was too much just now, but his memory was a little blurry,
He only remembered that he was in so much pain that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he admitted to whatever they said,
He only hoped that he could suffer less,
It seemed that it was indeed these things.
Qin Song was silent for a moment,
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 sighed and said, "Then forget it." If he really wanted to admit that he was a Northern Qi spy,
He would personally write the confession of assassinating Qin Yue to drive a wedge between the Qin and Chu countries.
Waiting for him and his family,
It would definitely be the most miserable fate, and even 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 you don't want to write, then it's useless to keep those hands. Someone, help Qin Song Gongzi crush his beautiful fingers one by one! "
Qin Song opened his eyes again helplessly and said, "The King Of Qin ordered you to interrogate me. Do you really want to know why I assassinated him, or do you want to force me to copy the story you made up? Do you want to ask first before you come? "
The man's expression turned solemn. "So there's another reason why you assassinated the King?" Wasn't it because of the matter in bed? Was there another reason? Was he going to make a great contribution?
Qin Song smiled, "No, I'm just killing for fun when I'm bored."
"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 had his head lowered, his long hair disheveled down to his waist. He was still wearing his thin underwear, but the layers of blood stains on his body made it impossible to see his original whiteness. His owner had also long lost her original cold and aloof appearance. Covered in cuts and bruises, she was dragged by the iron chains, her thin and slender figure showing a desolate beauty.
"In the beginning, he was so arrogant." The man who first carried out the punishment 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 me his ancestor. 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, obviously waking 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 sitting in front of him, and lowered his eyes again.
"Speak!" The man shouted coldly, "Why did you assassinate the King? Who ordered you to do so? "
Qin Song was a little 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 this man did not know the inside story, but why was Qin Yue here to join in the fun?
"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 and did not know how to continue the conversation.
Should he refute: Nonsense, the King doesn't have body odor at all!
Or should he ask: You want to assassinate the King because he has body odor? That's outrageous!
After a while, he came to his senses and said angrily, "Are you playing with me?"
"Yes!" Qin Song said lightly, "I am 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 mean by 'obedient like a dog'?"
The man trembled and knelt on the ground, saying anxiously, "My King, this boy has forgotten the pain after the scar has healed. As long as I teach him a lesson, he will immediately become obedient!"
"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. Seeing this, 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 will do it, I will do it." The man reached out to take the soldering iron, but the next moment, he let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, twitching and rolling as if he had been electrocuted.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.
Qin Yue threw the soldering iron on the man's shoulder to the ground. The corners of his lips curled up, "It's really interesting."
His gaze fell on Qin Song.
The boy pursed his lips, his face 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 to torture him.
"Your bones are indeed very hard, and your courage is also very big. I like it very much," Qin Yue said. "It seems that this Lonely One should thank you. It's been a long time since this Lonely One has encountered something so interesting."
He pulled out another soldering iron from the brazier and smiled, "It's really interesting."
He slowly walked forward, lifted the boy's chin, and put the red soldering iron close to his face, saying, "I heard that you are very afraid of pain?"
Qin Song did his best to turn his head to avoid the incoming heat wave. His voice was still light, "Yes."
Qin Yue lowered his head. The youth under his palm was trembling. His face was as pale as paper, and his drooping eyelashes were very moving. Although his lips were pale from being soaked in cold water, the shape was astonishingly beautiful.
Qin Yue looked, and the tip of his thumb unconsciously stroked it. Sure enough … it was as soft and beautiful as he imagined.
His interest in torturing 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 first stunned, and then became angry. He fiercely shook his head, avoiding Qin Yue's finger that was probing into his mouth.
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, with a certain 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 fear was so superficial. It was as if he was sitting under the stage and watching the emotions of others … Most importantly, why did the red soldering iron look so intimate and attractive?
"Open your mouth!" Qin Yue pinched the boy's chin and made a gesture to turn his face toward 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 didn't have the slightest bit of fear as he had imagined. Instead, they were as calm 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, and the smell of burning 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 violently gasped for breath. He looked at the boy who was about to pass out. 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 be tortured by the soldering iron than let me touch you."
Qin Song glanced 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 show 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 came from Xie Yuan … "
Qin Yue laughed and said, "Came from Xie Yuan and is famous … Do you think that means anything to me?"
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 stupid. Previously, he only treated Qin Song as a plaything. After being provoked again and again, he lost his 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 lot of soldiers and generals. In order to rule the world, he relied on the imperial officials. The people of this class had very strange tempers. Sometimes, they despised each other because they didn't like 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 came from 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 unethical. 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 anger 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 body from the world even if he wanted to leave no bones behind.
Qin Song saw that his face changed in an instant and knew that he had figured it out. He chuckled and said, "His Majesty didn't deliberately hide this matter from the public. Now that my face has been tortured … Why don't you torture me again and see if you can make me make a copy of the confession? At that time, it's up to Your Majesty to beat, kill, or humiliate me. "
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 eyes fell on the soldering iron that had fallen on the ground. The hot soldering iron now had a faint layer of frost on it …
As soon as the word "return" came out of his mouth, Linno found that he suddenly couldn't feel his own existence. To be exact, he suddenly couldn't feel anything. There was no light, no sound, no cold, no gravity … The desire that had originally spread throughout his body also disappeared without a trace.
It took Lin Nuo quite a while to suppress the disappointment in his heart. Not to mention Fang Tuo, he had lived in that world for more than three thousand years after all. Leaving just like that without any preparation, it was as if a large piece of his heart had suddenly become empty.
He sighed in his heart and began to pay attention to the situation at the moment. Facing a world of nothingness, he should be very frightened and unfamiliar. However, Linno felt safe and familiar, as if he was a baby who had returned to his mother's womb. No, he felt more comfortable and safe than that. It was as if this world was an extension of his hands, his feet, and his spirit.
This place belonged to him. This feeling was so clear.
He wanted to open his eyes and look around, but he found that he couldn't open his eyes.
"Where's me?" "Where am I? What's wrong with me? "
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt that there was a strange energy in the void gathering towards "himself". Linno's spirit was blessed, and he drew his own appearance in his heart. The next moment, Linno, who was dressed in white, opened his eyes and saw endless darkness.
Linno realized something, and for a moment, his childlike innocence was aroused, "There must be light."
The endless darkness in front of him turned into a milky white.
It was so monotonous, and he didn't like the feeling of floating in the air without any support.
"Ground." Following his thoughts, the green grass spread out from under his feet.
Linno floated forward and said again, "Gravity."
"Air."
"Wind."
"…"
Building a green mountain and a peach forest, Linno felt that something was missing. The surrounding was lifeless and lifeless. After thinking, he said again, "Time."
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