Cloud Dream Pavilion.

During the three days that Jing Ke was locked up in the dormitory, every day a strangely equipped martial artist came over and cut his wrist to take blood.

Although the martial artist didn't know Jing Ke's identity as a ghost, he was also worried about his former identity as the twelfth general, so he was respectful at the beginning and cautious. But Meisheng's recovery power is extremely strong, and the lord's side has no intention of letting him return to his position, so the martial artist is even more unscrupulous.

On another day, the martial artist received Beitang Che's order, so he slammed the door inside, and without giving Jing Ke a chance to react, he grabbed his arm and rudely dragged him to the inner hall. He threw heavy shackles around his hands and feet in the inner sanctum, locking him firmly in the pool in the middle of the inner sanctum.

The inner hall is in the depths of the main hall, although it is early spring, the water is extremely cold, cold and biting, Jing Ke floats in the water, and his whole body is as painful as a needle prick.

After three or four days of captivity, he was bloodlet every day without eating or drinking, if it weren't for the identity of the ghost, he would have died a long time ago.

The pool in the inner hall was originally decorative, so it was not deep, only to the waist of ordinary people, but Jing Ke couldn't stand after all, and the cold pool water directly covered the top of his head.

Jing Ke choked on his saliva, simmering rapidly in the water, and gradually became difficult to breathe.

This pool of water is taken from the cold land of the desert arctic, and if someone accidentally touches a little, it will be a lifelong disease of rheumatism and bone pain.

The goal has been achieved, and the martial artist was about to pull him up, but an extremely cold voice came from behind him.

"Pierce his arms. Hang him up"

"Lord?"

The martial artist knelt on the ground and saluted, then looked at Jing Ke who was struggling in the water, and hesitated: "If this is the case, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive tomorrow."

Piercing the arm is extremely harmful to people, and the only effect is to restrict people's movements, but for such a person who is almost dying, there is really no need...

The martial master was hesitating, and he felt Lin Yan's dark purple pupils sweep over, and the cold gaze was piercing cold, making him feel like he was falling into the abyss.

The martial artist trembled and saluted, "My subordinates will do it." ”

Beitang Che glanced at Jing Ke, who was slightly swollen in the water, and the blood that continued to flow out made the originally clear pool water now have a faint blood red.

You deceived me, how could you just forget it?

Jing Ke seemed to have no desire to survive, and said with a dying breath: "Kill me... That's it."

Beitang Che looked at this originally proud young man who was tortured by him and bowed his head to him, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes seemed to have the tenacity of not admitting defeat.

"Is it?"

Jing Ke laughed miserably and said, "Then what can you do, let me go?" ”

Beitang Che pinched his chin tightly with two fingers, forcing him to raise his head, and said in a light tone: "Those who know the times are Junjie." ”

He pressed his fingertips, leaving an abrupt red mark on Jing Ke's chin.

Jing Ke was in pain, and the tenacity of wanting to die quickly disappeared, and his face became obedient: "I am willing to serve the Lord."

The voice is soft and obedient.

obviously gave birth to an innocent face, but his heart is more insidious and vicious than anyone else.

With a wave of his hand to let the nervous martial artist go down, Beitang Che stepped forward, grabbed Jing Ke from the water violently, and threw him on the couch.

Jing Ke raised his head in pain, but he couldn't help it, and big tears rolled out of his misty eyes, smashing on his body one by one.

Imagine that even though Jing Ke is the son of Meisheng and the general of Dingguo, although he has killed countless people, those people are all powerless people, how could he ever encounter such a vicious person as Beitang Che. Therefore, within a few days, the arrogance in his body was tortured and disappeared.

Beitang Che watched the expression on his face change continuously, and finally became the obedient appearance he wanted.

So he was satisfied: "Then you have to hear all my next words clearly." ”

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