In the punishment room of the prison, a huge wall is hung with all kinds of torture instruments.

At this time, Du Shaoran took off her armor and turned into a death row prisoner, sitting in an iron cage, her hands were bound by iron chains, although her hair was a little messy, the expression on her face was calm, without the slightest fear, but the dampness in the prison was mixed with a fishy smell, which made her feel sick.

Du Shaoran thought about it and understood that Dong Qiuxu must have known in advance that she was threatened by Xiahou Lie. In order to control the overall situation, that's why there was last night's show. After all, the tiger talisman was stolen, and she was also a light general. Sure enough, this man is extremely hateful, pretending to be a good person while secretly making evil.

"General Du, don't come unharmed!" The leader of the prison had a smug smile on his dark face, and he was accompanied by two prison guards, each holding an eagle hook about half a meter long, and beating their palms leisurely.

Du Shaoran looked the prison head up and down, and a slight smile suddenly appeared on his cold face: "Aren't you the idiot who molested the women of good families during the day and ran away from being beaten by me?" ”

"Poof..."The two guards covered their mouths, trying not to laugh out loud.

"You!" The prison chief's face was hideous, and he snatched the eagle hook from the hand of one of the prison guards, hooked Du Shaoran's neck fiercely, and forcibly pulled her face into himself: "General Du, now that you have fallen into my hands, you are still so hard-mouthed!" If you beg for mercy and call Grandpa, I will spare you from torture and let you die without any sin!" ”

"Whew!" Du Shaoran foamed at the mouth of the prison guard's face, and said coldly: "If you call me grandmother, I won't beg for mercy from a shameless person like you!" ”

"Good!" The prison guard angrily let go of Du Shaoran's neck, snatched the eagle hook from the other person's hand, and hooked her pipa bone with both hands.

The iron hook penetrated from the top to the bottom of Du Shaoran's pipa bone, and the sudden tearing pain made her unable to resist the screams of raising her head, and the cold sweat instantly wet her thin clothes, mixed with the blood that flowed out.

"Do you want to beg for mercy?" The jailer grabbed the iron hook and deliberately pulled it back.

Du Shaoran's hands were empty, her head was hanging, and her buried face was full of pain, even if her body was penetrated and cut off piece by piece, she would not bow her head to this kind of person.

"Don't talk, do you?" The prison guard's teeth itched, and after pulling out the hook from Du Shaoran's pipa bone, he threw it on the ground at will, and then walked to the burning red iron, taking one in each hand.

"My lord, by all means! After all, she is the general of Zhenguo! One of the guards timidly grabbed the warden's hand.

"My lord, what the second dog said is right!" Another jailer answered.

"You two get out of here!" The prison head kicked the two of them angrily, and then looked at Du Shaoran's body weak and shaking, and said with a triumphant smile: "What is there to be afraid of when she assassinates the emperor's subordinate prisoners, Lao Tzu sees that she has no chance to turn over!" After speaking, he took the iron and walked towards Du Shaoran.

"General Du, if you don't ask grandpa to call Xianggong to listen, I won't brand this on your little face with fine skin and tender meat!" The prison guard held a red, hot iron and shook it in front of Du Shaoran's face.

Du Shaoran raised her head, sweating profusely, even though the corners of her mouth were bitten with blood and a little embarrassed, her eyes were still filled with a thick killing intent: "If you fall into my hands, you will be a hundred times more painful than I am now!" ”

Du Shaoran's stubbornness and arrogance made the originally proud prison head have a sense of self-inflicted humiliation, he gritted his teeth ruthlessly, and his pupils opened angrily and branded the two pieces of iron in his hand, and without hesitation, Du Shaoran was already injured on the pipa bone.

This time, Du Shaoran gritted her teeth, feeling the scorching iron on the pipa bone, not only the flesh and blood hurt, but even the heart was implicated, which made her dizzy, but in the end she didn't say a word.

"What a hard bone!" The prison head looked at Du Shaoran's two pipa bones and was blurred with flesh and blood, and thought that she would cry and beg for mercy this time, but he didn't expect to be silent, thinking that he would hold his breath, and shouted at the two prison guards who were already dumbfounded: "You two untie her, hook her pipa bone, and hook her arm for me, Lao Tzu won't believe it, this cheap hoof can still withstand the assassination!" ”

The so-called stabbing is a sharpened large wooden stake that penetrates a person from the anus to the mouth, which is an extremely cruel punishment.

"My lord, no, she will be beheaded tomorrow at noon, and if she dies today, she will be blamed..."

The head of the prison slapped the second dog in the face: "Strange fart!" Anyway, you have to die, how to die is different! ”

"But..."

"Don't do it, hurry up and get her for me, I must kill her today!" The prison boss walked out with his teeth and claws, and it could be seen that he was very, very uncalm at the moment.

The second dog listened to the order and opened the cage and the chains on Du Shaoran's wrists, while the other person looked at Du Shaoran's eyes, holding an eagle hook, and his hands trembled and he didn't dare to move forward.

Du Shaoran supported his body, tried to keep his upper body still, and stepped out of the cage with difficulty.

"You, you, you... Don't come here, I... Hook you... Really... Hooked you..."

Du Shaoran hid all the pain in her body, she watched the guards like monkeys, throwing eagle hooks at her, squinting coldly, using almost all her strength to lift her legs and kick him on the wall, followed him and fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood and fainting.

This scene frightened the two dogs and ran away, for fear that he would be the next to suffer.

Where did Du Shaoran have the strength to kick the second person again, at the moment when the second dog escaped, she fell to the ground tremblingly, losing her bloody face, becoming more and more pale and weak, because of the action just now, the blood from the wound flowed, but she could only look at the roof and feel the world spinning in front of her.

Slowly... Slowly...

Du Shaoran's eyes were hollow and he couldn't see anything clearly, only his ears could vaguely hear the noisy sound, but he was still unwilling to murmur: "Dong Qiu continued... I... It's going to kill... You! ”