All the members are villains, and she just wants to show off when she is dressed as cannon fodder.

The sound of jingling iron chains rang in the cell, and Rige was escorted to the execution room by the jailer.

The torture chamber was dark and damp, with only a brazier burning in the middle. The light of the fire swayed, illuminating the torture instruments on the walls of the torture chamber with a cold light.

The house was filled with the smell of rust and decay, which made people nauseous.

But Rige didn't take it seriously.

There is a high seat hidden in the darkness not far away. There is a person sitting on the high seat, who is playing with the tea cup and frothing the tea.

Rige wanted to get closer to see clearly, but he was suddenly kicked to the ground. Several jailors swarmed up and punched and kicked him.

He had shackles on his hands and had been tortured by Lu Xingzhou before. Now he was no match for so many jailors.

After only resisting for a moment, the jailer beat him so hard that he could no longer fight back and had to bear it with his head in his arms.

"stop."

The person on the high seat suddenly raised his hand lightly, and a chamberlain shouted to stop, and the jailer stopped.

Rige got up tremblingly from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and smiled sinisterly.

"Is it possible that there is no one available in the Daxuan Dynasty? Let a woman come to interrogate... ugh!"

The jailer kicked Rige again, knocking him to the ground.

Rige didn't care, lying on the ground and yelled "Comfort!"

The jailer frowned, cursed again, and wanted to take action again.

The man in the high seat walked out, wearing lotus root pink clothes. The torture chamber, which smelled of decay, was reflected by the flickering firelight and seemed to be coated with a layer of shimmer.

She raised her hand slightly to stop the jailer, and her amber pupils were particularly bright on her fair and delicate face.

“Since you look down on women, then I’ll torture you the same way I torture women.

I want to see if you, a warrior of Wu Heng, will cry and beg for mercy like a woman? "

Rige's eyes moved slightly and he recognized Yuan Tong'er.

"It's you?"

He suddenly laughed.

The white teeth were soaked in blood and flowed down from the corners of his mouth.

"I'm afraid Emperor Jingyuan doesn't know that Princess Ruian, whom he has high hopes for, is actually having an affair with that dog Qu Baiyu! Haha... interesting, you people who are making big announcements are interesting!"

He smiled wildly, and the jailer came over with a torture instrument and put it on his finger.

Yuan Tong'er didn't care about his insults and slanders. In her eyes, the people in front of her were no different from dead people.

"I wonder if the Japanese warriors have ever heard of torture?

I heard that it is used more on women.

I just pinched my fingers, which is too childish for Wu Heng’s warriors! He ordered craftsmen to embed fine nails on each wooden stick. I wonder if this might suit the warrior's taste? "

As she spoke, she walked forward and touched the thin nails on the harness that shone with a cold light. Just a light touch pricked her fingers with blood spots.

Looking at the blood, Yuan Tong'er smiled instead. Her gorgeous eyes were more frightening than the thin nails. She said softly: "Try?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the jailer's strength suddenly increased.

The thin nails instantly penetrated Rige's fingers, and in the quiet execution room, the sounds of flesh being punctured and finger bones breaking could even be heard.

Rigeqiang's clenched teeth were instantly released, and he couldn't help but cry out miserably.

The excruciating pain made him struggle desperately, and the jailers swarmed up and pinned him down.

If you can't break free, you can only suffer from it. You can feel the sharp pain of your knuckles being squeezed and deformed by wooden sticks, the skin and flesh being pierced by thin nails, and the bone marrow being penetrated.

"Vicious woman!! You must die a good death——"

Rige kept cursing, and occasionally looked at Yuantong's childhood venomous fangs with sober eyes, wanting to tear her into pieces and swallow her into his stomach.

Yuan Tong'er stood not far in front of him, watching him struggling and suffering, calmly.

The huge pain made Rige's scalp numb, and the blood rushed to the top of his head like an instant backflow. His vision went dark, and he passed out.

The jailer stopped, checked, and confirmed that he was really unconscious. Then he looked at Yuan Tong'er, waiting for her next instructions.

"Tie it up, wake it up, keep going!"

Pours after basins of cold water were suddenly poured on Rige's body. The moment he woke up, he took in big mouthfuls of cold air, and the cold water was sucked in along his lung tubes, causing him to choke and hurt.

He coughed violently and wanted to curl up, but the sound of jingling iron chains could be heard in his ears.

Only then did he see clearly that his wrists, ankles, and neck were already tied with thick iron chains like a dog.

“I thought Wu Heng’s warriors were so powerful that they would look down on women so much.

It turned out that it was nothing more than that. "

Yuan Tong'er said and took another step forward. The jailer pressed Rige's palm to the ground and stepped on his hand with delicate embroidered shoes in the same color.

There was a bone-chilling pain in his fingers. The flesh between his ten fingers was already bloody and bloody, and when Yuan Tong'er stepped on him, the pain was even more unstoppable.

Rige, however, gritted his teeth and endured it. After Yuan Tong'er felt that he had lost interest and took his feet away, he sneered, "Women... are women! They have no ability to torture people! Haha..."

"Be more honest!"

The jailer kicked him again.

The sudden shock made Rige unsteady and fall forward, subconsciously supporting the ground with his palms. When it touched the ground, there was an instant dull pain in the phalanges, as if they were broken.

Rige couldn't help but scream, hunched over and fell to the ground again. Then he laughed wildly again.

He kept provoking, and Yuan Tong'er lost his patience and said slowly: "Put on the stick."

The clamp was put on his waist.

He only held on for a moment, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

He had never experienced the pain of pinching his waist, and he felt that his bones were about to break.

He wanted to scream in pain, but he could only squeeze out intermittent breaths from his throat. A huge feeling of suffocation came, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to be squeezed out and explode.

"Are you still comfortable?"

Yuan Tong'er spoke again, her voice as cold as jade, as clear and transparent as if it had been dripped with water on a snow-capped mountain.

Rige's consciousness flickered in and out, and he felt that his entire lower body was unconscious. He suddenly panicked.

"What exactly do you want to do?!"

The dark torture chamber was filled with firelight.

Yuan Tong'er's lotus-colored dress seemed to be filled with light.

Her slender body stood upright, as if she was born with nobility.

She stood in front of the brazier, holding a soldering iron to stir up the charcoal fire, as if she couldn't hear the sound of Rig at all.

"I have never seen the punishment of iron branding. I don't know. Is it possible that the Wu Heng warriors can withstand this?"

The hot iron was directed towards Rige instantly.

Only then did Rige realize that she probably didn't want to ask him anything at all, she just wanted to torture him!

"Yuan Tong'er, Yuan Tong'er!!"

He roared angrily, but didn't know what to say.

If she wanted to pry something away from him, he still had room for it, but she didn't want anything, she just wanted to torture and kill him!

"I am the warrior of Wu Heng! How dare you!! Our king of Wu Heng will not let you go!"

Yuan Tong'er looked at her condescendingly, like looking down at an ant that was about to be crushed to death, with neither compassion nor joy.

"Your king?

Ah!

As the envoy who came with Yan Rou, you openly committed the assassination because you were afraid that you would frame Yan Rou so that he would not be able to return home...

I heard that King Wu Heng was old and frail, and Yan Rou had such an incident in another country...

If this palace's information is good, Wu Heng is afraid that there will be civil strife, right? "

Rige was stunned for a moment, and then he carefully looked at Yuan Tong'er in front of him in astonishment.

His light-colored eyes were filled with an elusive light. He was supposed to be Emperor Jingyuan's tool to consolidate his power, but what he said now actually made people shudder.

"Tell me, if Daxuan took advantage of the civil strife in Wu Heng to support Yan Rou and trample your master into the mud, why would I dare to kill you, a dog in front of the battle?!"