The bear didn't know that he had been dragged out to meet the punishment.

He indulged in his own world, admired the beautiful sea of consciousness, and understood the way of life.

The body was cold, and he felt the boundless cold squeezing against him, the ice, the endless world of ice.

The glittering and bright ice seems to be beautiful, but it hides a murderous intention, and behind the beauty, there is a thorny assassination.

Inadvertently, it will make a person die, this is the power of ice, and when you find out, you are already a dead person.

As the bear walked through the world, its flesh began to feel the cold and shivered, trying to keep warm in this way, but the more it warmed, the colder it became.

"It's cold."

The cold stimulated the bear's nerves, and he slowly opened his eyes, and the misty light passed through his eyelids and into his eyes.

It was not a bright hope, but a blinding cold.

He found himself bound to the cross, with his hands and feet clasped to it, and an iron block at his waist, all made of Hailou stone.

In this situation, doesn't the bear know what's going on?

He seems to be being tortured like a prisoner, no, he is a prisoner.

The torture that had not come for a long time finally came today, and at first, Xiong thought that they had forgotten themselves and did not come to torture themselves, and when he heard the navy say, he scoffed.

Now, disaster strikes, and I don't know anything.

Seeing the bear wake up, Hannibal put down the whip in his hand, it was stained with blood, red and bright, he approached and smiled: "Oops, finally woke up, I thought you had been asleep." ”

Pain, mortal pain passed through the flesh to the body, and he hissed and frowned.

Looking down at his body, it was covered with scars, it didn't matter, he felt the wound hot, very uncomfortable.

"Hee-hee, it's painful, isn't it, this is a saltwater-soaked whip, and it's the most useful against stinky, hard pirates like you."

"Don't worry, you won't die so soon, the pirates in front of you, but they all survived this level, you won't be inferior to them, right?"

Hannibal was very happy, and the whip in his hand came towards the bear's face.

The bear looked at him calmly, his eyes shooting out of icy coldness.

"Oh, dare to stare at your uncle, I think you are impatient to live, looking for death."

"Bang bang."

"Bang bang."

"Hahaha."

The sound of laughter and whipping fused together, and inside the prison, it kept reverberating.

The bear watched the whip keep falling, and his body endured it once, the hot feeling made him frown, and he didn't know how many whips he had eaten all the way.

The body is incomplete, so to describe yourself.

The clothes were tattered, soaked with their own blood, still seeping through and dripping to the ground.

The cross behind him was covered with blood, rolling fresh blood and flowing down the ground.

He was tired, half an hour, half an hour, not counting the previous whipping, the bear looked tired.

Hannibal, this man doesn't have a deep hatred for himself, does he? Why is it so directed at yourself?

Hostility, from his eyes, the bear felt hostility, strong hostility.

He didn't offend him, he was always in peace, and he didn't think about running away.

"You're tough, yes, I like it."

Turning his head, he said, "You guys come in." ”

Two soldiers came in, both with whips in their hands, and there was no blood on them, looking at him suspiciously.

"This person is handed over to you, give me a hard beating, it doesn't matter if you die, you know?"

"Yes." The naval soldiers didn't understand that, if the adults had orders, they just listened to them, and it was inconvenient to ask so much.

Hannibal went out for tea and took a break.

The navy soldier approached the bear and muttered, "You are so unlucky to offend our director, he is very vindictive." ”

"We don't want to abuse you like that, it's just ......."

"Alright, let's stop talking, let's get started."

"Oh."

The Navy soldier became much lighter than Hannibal, but the uncomfortable, hot pain did not weaken, but intensified.

The two fought for a long time, about an hour, and Hannibal came in, and was very satisfied with the masterpiece in front of him.

"You guys go and untie him, and we'll move on to the next show."

Whipping can only be the first step, there is a second step.

It was the fire, the burning flames, and they came to the fourth hell, the scorching hell.

The purpose was self-evident, and they found the hottest place, where there was a stove with a pot on it.

Inside was boiling heat, billowing bubbles coming out, exploding, ascending to heaven.

The bear approached the past, and the blazing heat made him sweat, and the pain in his body was even more painful.

Sweat ran down the wound, irritating the pain, an indescribable pain.

"Put it in."

Hannibal, holding his hands, watched this scene quietly, and the body of the bear was put inside.

The boiling water was so hot that the wounds seemed to be cooked.

The flesh was bright red, and then dimmed, and the bear watched the blood from the wound, which kept coming out and stained a pot red, and he could smell the blood in the boiling water.

Boiled blood, kept coming out, and Hannibal stood below and laughed.

"Haha."

"Haha."

Let you kid go against me, and let you enjoy my hellish torment.

Whipping, with salt water, makes the pirates suffer pain, just like ordinary pirates, their physical strength becomes stronger, but they can't bear it.

Plus boiling, blood, flesh, wounds, after boiling, sterilize.

This was not the goal, but to make the prisoner try the extreme pain, to let out a wailing sound, which was his favorite sound.

"Come, make your miserable cry."

"Don't be afraid, don't endure it, you can do it."

"Pirates, come to my Advance City, and you'll have to turn into a dog."

He opened his arms and laughed regardless of the image, even though he had no image at all.

The soldier beside him, looking up at the bear above, was full of respect, and he didn't even scream.

What a terrible pirate, such a man with perseverance, you can't shout this.

They have punished many pirates, all under this pot, screaming in pain, and some even die here.

The boiling water lasted for a long time, and the time that the prisoners were inside was only a short moment, which could not only save their lives, but also disinfect them, killing two birds with one stone.

Now, this person has been in for more than a quarter of an hour, and it is still going on, and the boiling of this intensity, even if they go in at random, cannot bear it.

You know, they are not sealed, bound, and in their full state, and they have to die inside.

Hannibal found that the bear was still alive, although his breathing weakened, gradually weakening, until he had calmed down, and his face began to look bad.

Don't shout yes, don't shout yes, that's good, keep cooking.