The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

The Minister of Dali Temple stepped into the cell again and went to see Mo Chen off in person.

After the emperor's imperial decree came down, the minister of Dali Temple was the supervisor and executioner.

As soon as he entered the dungeon, he smelled a strong smell of blood from a distance. When he got closer, the smell of blood became even stronger, making people want to gag.

However, as soon as he thought that this was the blood from Mo Chen, Dali Temple Qing's eyes lit up with excitement and he did not feel sick at all.

Mo Chen was still the same, hanging with his hands tied, and there was a high stool underneath. The stool could just reach the soles of Mo Chen's feet. He had to put his feet up slightly before he could step on the stool.

There is still a big black pot under the stool. After so many days, the big pot is no longer empty. It looks like there is half a pot. There are signs of dryness around the pot. It looks like Somewhat disgusting.

The Minister of Dali Temple glanced at the basin, looked up at Mo Chen, and when he met those red eyes, the Minister of Dali Temple smiled and said, "Your Highness, long time no see."

Mo Chen's body twitched and he said nothing.

At this time, only his bound hands were still intact, and the area above his neck was intact. The places that could be covered by clothes were all pitted, and bones could be seen deep in some places.

The executioner was really an expert. He was almost stripped of all the flesh on his body, but he was still alive and well.

In the corner of the cell, the majestic big yellow dog was lying on the ground with its eyes narrowed. It seemed that it had gained a little weight. This was all due to Mo Chen.

The Minister of Dali Temple glanced at the big yellow dog, then turned back and asked Mo Chen: "Your Highness, how does it taste?"

Mo Chen opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but there was no sound.

The executioner stood nearby and whispered to the minister of Dali Temple: "At the beginning, I was still very energetic, howling and cursing, but gradually I lost my strength, leaving only dirty curses, and in the end I didn't want to live." I just want to die."

After a pause, the man said softly: "He hasn't eaten for several days."

The Minister of Dali Temple raised his eyebrows and looked up at Mo Chen: "Does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince want to starve himself to death? Tsk tsk, you are from the royal family. How could His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was once so aloof, die so cowardly?"

Mo Chen's eyes were fixed on the Minister of Dali Temple. If he could, he would bite the person in front of him to death one by one, and then eat his flesh and drink his blood.

The smile on the Dali Temple Minister's face became more sincere. He looked at Mo Chen and said, "Don't worry, I'm here to see His Royal Highness on his way today."

Mo Chen was stunned and tilted his head to look at the Dali Temple Qing, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

The Minister of Dali Temple has already given instructions: "Why don't you quickly freshen and change His Majesty's clothes?"

Then, someone put Mo Chen up from above, and he was still on the ground casually.

Mo Chen groaned, and then his face showed the first relaxed expression in a long time.

After being hung for so long, he was finally lifted to the ground. He only felt that his bones were stretching, and even the pain in his flesh was temporarily forgotten.

However, before he could relax for a moment, someone quickly came forward, took dried straw and wrapped it around his body, wrapping his scarred body, and then put on several layers of clean clothes. From the outside, there was nothing wrong with his clothes. With these straws, not even a trace of blood could seep out.