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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. "
Beautiful was beautiful,
Unfortunately, his identity was special,
He was locked up because of that matter again,
He 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,
It's the thing you confessed to just now,
You should still remember, right? In a while,
Obediently transcribe it and sign it,
Then 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, "How about 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 had to 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 did not know the inside story, but why was Qin Yue here to join in the fun?
"Do 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 does not 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's tone was light, "I am playing with you!"
The man raised his hand and was about to slap him when a cold snort came from behind, "Is this what you meant when you said that he is as obedient as 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 at 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 in 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 and smiled, "Very interesting indeed."
His gaze fell on Qin Song.
The boy pursed his lips and 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 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, "Very interesting indeed."
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 approaching heat wave. His voice was still light, "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 and although they were pale, the shape was shockingly beautiful.
Qin Yue looked and unconsciously stroked his lips with his thumb. Sure enough … it was as soft and beautiful as he imagined.
His desire to torture 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 raised his eyes and saw Qin Yue's Adam's apple move slightly. He heard his gradually heavy breathing.
Qin Song was first stunned, then became angry. He fiercely shook his head and avoided Qin Yue's finger that was reaching into his mouth.
Qin Yue twisted the boy's head back and held his chin, saying quietly, "Open your mouth."
Qin Song gritted his teeth.
Qin Yue slowly put the soldering iron close to his face. He lowered his head and whispered hoarsely in his ear, "Open your mouth." His voice was low and hoarse, with 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 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 held 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 didn't have 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, and 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 violently gasped for breath a few times. He looked at the boy who was about to pass out. The meaning in his eyes was hard to understand. "Wake him up!"
Qin Song woke up and saw Qin Yue's enlarged face. It was still sinister, but there was a bit of fluster. 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 looked at him and said in a light voice, "Yes!"
Qin Yue was extremely angry. 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 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 raped 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 anger the imperial officials in the world.
If Qin Song's face wasn't injured, he could quietly kill him and report his sudden death and a grand funeral to cover up a little. Even if the imperial officials knew what was going on, those who wanted to curry favor with him 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 was 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, and humiliate me. "
Qin Yue looked at him deeply, snorted coldly, and left in a huff.
Qin Song watched 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 fell on the ground. It was hot just now, but now it was covered with a faint layer of white frost.
He wanted to open his eyes and look around, but he found that he couldn't open his eyes.
"Where is I?" "Where am I? What happened to me? "
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt that there was a strange energy in the void gathering toward "him". Linno's mind was enlightened, 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 childishness 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 anything to rely on.
"Ground." Following his thoughts, green grass spread out from under his feet.
Linno floated forward and said, "Gravity."
"Air."
"Wind."
"…"
Linno always felt that something was missing when he sculpted the green mountains and clear waters, and a peach forest. The surrounding was lifeless and lifeless. He thought for a moment and said, "Time."
The strange energy that he had been using as his own arm didn't respond. Instead, a feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart. Linno realized that the energy was insufficient.
Linno felt a little regretful, and then he suddenly remembered: Why didn't that annoying System come out to make its presence known? Shouldn't this be its territory? No, that's not right. This should be Linno's territory.
This was his. Everything here was his — Linno was very sure of this.
As soon as he thought of the System, the System's voice came, but it didn't sound directly in his sea of consciousness as usual. Instead, it transmitted information through the surrounding energy, and there was a bit of grievance in its tone. "This is your world. Without your permission, how could I enter? You only thought of me now! "
"My world?" Although he always had this kind of understanding, Linno didn't understand how this world of his appeared.
The System's voice came after a while, and it sounded sullen, as if it was angry with someone. "Consider it … a mission reward!"
Linno made an "oh" sound, and no longer said anything. He strolled in the peach forest. A world without the law of time was like a frozen painting. No matter how beautiful it was, it lacked some vitality.
He didn't believe the System's words at all.
This was his. It was born because of him. No one could give it to him, and no one could take it away. However, he was too lazy to talk to the System, and too lazy to refute it.
The System didn't wait for him to speak for a long time, so it had to ask again. "You don't have anything to ask?"
Linno said, "You say it." Just say what you want to say.
"… Then let me in first," said the System. "It's tiring to talk like this."
Linno responded, and saw an extremely ugly animal take shape in front of him. Linno chuckled. "So it's the Bei! It's really as ugly as I thought. "
The Bei was furious. "I don't have a specific appearance at all. This is your world. Of course, I'll look like whatever you want me to look like … You made me look like this, and you say I'm ugly?"
Although the System looked like this in Linno's mind, he didn't want to hurt his eyes. So he turned it into a rebellious little boy with an afro, and made a table and chair on the ground. He sat down and said, "Can you talk now?"
The System scowled, sat down in front of him, and said angrily, "I need to give you some general knowledge first! I'm a world management system, responsible for looking after the various worlds created by my master. My master is a very powerful God. Every God has their own energy system. The source of my master's power is the worlds he creates. My master creates worlds, and then the creatures in those worlds give him power back. The more worlds my master has, the more powerful his power is. And you, are a creature in my master's world, so it's your duty to protect my master's interests. "
Linno made an 'oh' sound, and didn't say anything.
"In order to become more powerful, my master will try to create as many new worlds as possible, but creating a world is a very troublesome thing," said the System. "So my master built an automatic world creation program. This program will automatically collect information, calculate what kind of world should be created, and then collect the thoughts of all living beings, and choose a suitable world to condense. "
"What do you mean?" What do you mean by collecting the thoughts of all living beings?
The System rolled its eyes and said, "You don't even know this. It's just creating a real world from novels and TV shows with more readers."
Linno nodded. "And then?"
The System said gloomily, "This program has been doing well, but recently there have been some problems. Let's give an example. Some time ago, the world creation program chose a Jinjiang novel to create a world. It ran until the end of the novel, and everything was normal. Then the program slowly stopped affecting the world, leaving only a trace of monitoring power. There shouldn't be any problems, but at this time, the author added an irresponsible parody — Little Bottom had three children in five years! "
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