Feng Qing

At this point, Yan Ziling doesn't want to bow her head, is it over?

No, I'm afraid that if she bows her head too quickly, he will lose his interest in torturing her.

Sufeng casually tapped her knees, propped her chin with one hand, and watched those people repeatedly impose various criminal laws on Yan Ziling.

When it came to a very insulting criminal law, fear appeared in Yan Ziling's eyes.

She is a woman, and such a criminal law will not only deprive her of her femininity, but will also disqualify her from being a mother.

However, to Sufeng, her fear is like the flickering fireworks in the dark, both short and beautiful, the fleeting feeling is so unbearable to give up.

Yan Ziling's screams and constant begging for mercy could be heard all around her ears. With her eyes closed, Sufeng seemed to enjoy the atmosphere, as well as Yan Ziling's tragic state at this time.

"No, Sufeng, don't treat me like this!" Yan Ziling's trembling voice sounded in fear.

Sufeng didn't even lift her eyelids.

Those five held the instruments of torture in their hands, and looked at the tattered Yan Ziling, with hesitation and intolerance in their eyes.

They knew that Yan Ziling was wrong, whipping, burning, branding...all kinds of torture tools are fine, but as men, they really can't do it.

The sand in the hourglass flowed "crash-la-la-la", Sufeng didn't hear the sound of the execution for a long time, instead there was the sound of mosquitoes talking with each other from time to time.

"Sufeng, I beg you, don't treat me like this." Yan Ziling saw that the five people were hesitant and couldn't bear it, so she begged Sufeng.

"Sufeng, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, don't treat me like this...don't treat me like this."

Yan Ziling's begging for mercy did not arouse Sufeng's slightest pity, but made her feel noisy.

He opened his eyes lazily, like a lion slowly waking up, staring at the struggling prey.

"Why, are you reluctant to do it?" Sufeng's voice was not cold.

It's really not cold at all.

But it was this voice, which was not cold at all, but made the five people tremble all over, and fell to the bottom of the valley with a 'thump' in their hearts.

"No, let's do it now."

One of them held the instrument of torture tightly in his hand, glanced at the other four, closed his eyes and opened them again without hesitation and struggle.

Because of this woman and his father, they have lost too much.

After finally being relieved, she had just stabilized, and she launched a war again, this time not only those family children who followed her, but also so many innocent people in Pandu Haozhou.

At that time, why didn't she think about whether those people were willing to become a living puppet with consciousness, watching herself being driven by them to kill her relatives and children.

At this moment, if she said that she was wrong, would she be able to wash away the grievances suffered by those people?

If this is the case, then everyone can say "I was wrong" to the other party after doing evil to shirk their responsibilities and appease the tortured people.

The other four looked at the man and said softly, "Dao Mo, no."

Sufeng took a deep look at the person who came out, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

"If you go back to the Lord of the World, you will be humble and smeared with rice ink."

"Tu?" Su Feng thought for a while, and then she stretched out her voice, "Oh~ you are Tu Sifeng's second son."

"Yes, World Master."

"Go ahead."

Sufeng didn't want to say anything to them, what he wanted was the most direct result.

"Yes."

With a wave of his hand, Tu Daomo smashed all the few clothes on Yan Ziling's body with a whip in his hand, then tied the person tightly, and firmly put the torture instruments on her body.

It looked like a piece of clothing that Yan Ziling was wearing to hide her shame.

However, it was this seemingly inconspicuous, yet somewhat beautiful thing. The moment it landed on Yan Ziling's body, she heard her heart-piercing screams.

"Ah... no, Sufeng, you can't treat me like this!"

"How could you do this to me!"

"Ah... Sufeng!"

Yan Ziling's screams filled the entire dungeon, and the traitorous families imprisoned inside stood up all their hairs when they heard such screams, and their eyes were full of fear.

Some are just that crazy.

Being tortured by Yan Ziling's screams, she went crazy.

"let me out!"

"I want to go out...let me go out!"

"Ah... I don't want to be here, let me out! I don't want to die here! I don't want to..."

"Brother, I... can we still go out?"

Don't talk about women, even men are terrified when they hear such voices.

Being so close, watching Yan Ziling being tortured like that, she couldn't even cry out, she hit the wall like crazy, and directly chose to commit suicide.

There are many others who have done the same thing as him.

Especially those women.

However, Yan Ziling's screams were still heard, one higher than the other, and then she became dying.

She couldn't even faint if she wanted to, so she endured the torture that was even crueler than Ling Chi.

"Hehe... Sufeng, kill me if you have the ability, what's the point of torturing me like this." Yan Ziling said weakly.

She was covered in blood, especially her lower body, which was bloody.

It wasn't that kind of torture, but that there was very little flesh and blood left in her lower body, and the blood flowed all over the floor. Sufeng opened her eyes with a slight smile on her lips.

"Kill you?"

"You have a beautiful idea, but this seat is not as good as you want."

"Suyu, give her Shengji Pill, and continue." Sufeng was always smiling, in a happy mood.

Suyu jumped out from nowhere, came to Yanziling with a blank expression and squatted down, opened her mouth, and stuffed Shengji Pill into her mouth. After a stick of incense and a cup of tea, Yan Ziling's body His skin, together with the cut flesh from his lower body, grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, the pain on the body was not relieved by the growth of the new flesh, on the contrary, it was more painful because of the growth of the new flesh.

"Sufeng, kill me! Kill me!" Yan Ziling got up and rushed towards Sufeng.

Sufeng raised her leg and kicked Yan Ziling flying with a "bang", hitting the wall made of quicksilver.

"puff……"

"Hahaha……"

"Sufeng, even if you torture me like this, the damage you did to Qing Xuan will not be reduced. Now, he is dead."

Yan Ziling smiled sadly, and continued: "Don't forget, he was pierced by your sword and died."

"Hahaha... You killed him, you killed him!"

"Sufeng, you coward, you killed Qing Xuan with your own hands, but now you are venting this anger on me, you are not a man!" Yan Ziling roared hysterically, spreading throughout the dungeon.