On the palace square, a raging flame burns, igniting the man tied to the stake. There are 6 oil spouts under the stake, which can spew out 3 meters of flames, the merciless flames lick people's skin, people roar, scream, desperately struggle, helpless their hands are handcuffed behind their back, how can they not break free, can only let the fire swallow them.

The scorching flames incinerated their clothes in an instant, especially the few women in the field, although they were not stunning, but they were also rare beauties, and at the moment when the clothes were incinerated, the white body inside was suddenly exposed to millions of pairs of eyes staring closely. The beautiful figure, white skin, heavy double ru, and the mysterious forest between the legs, almost every man who saw it couldn't help but swallow hard, they were now hating their eyes for not being enough, there were so many beauties on the field, I don't know which one to look at.

Just when they looked at the naked bodies of the women on the field and almost drooled, they saw that under the burning of the flames, countless bubbles instantly rose on the fair skin of those women, and the dense blisters almost spread all over their bodies, and all the hair on their bodies disappeared almost in an instant. The dense bubbles on the body burst due to the high temperature, exploded, and then the skin quickly turned red and black, and soon the surface of the body began to carbonize.

The blood vessels in the body are constantly bursting due to heat expansion and cold contraction, tearing the skin that is very brittle on the surface of the body, and the blood will be dried by the fire as soon as it flows out of the body surface. The charred corpse hung from a stake, and from time to time pieces of the charred outer layer peeled off the body, revealing the bloody muscles inside. Many of the onlookers vomited, and the faint smell of meat in the air made them not want to eat meat for a long time.

After the end of the burning, Vincent has been sullen, even the red sleeves, He Yuqian, and the lust-temptation that they used to try and try before, now it can't work for him. In order to make Vincent happy, Red Sleeves specially recalled the crown prince Wen Qiang, who was boarding at the middle school affiliated to the Royal Academy of Letters.

Looking at Wen Qiang standing in front of him, Wen Sen frowned slightly, although Wen Qiang was one year younger than Wen Baobao, he was half a head taller than Wen Baobao. The whole person is sven, and he looks like he has suffered a little. Maybe it's because Vincent is not there, Red Sleeves only knows beauty all day long and doesn't bother to care about him at all, Wen Qiang, who grew up with palace maids and eunuchs, has a very weak personality, and to put it mildly, it's a bit of a sissy.

At this time, he wore a pair of glasses, inherited his mother's excellent genes, and he had a delicate face comparable to that of a beautiful woman, wearing fancy clothes, and standing in front of Vincent with a fearful face. Vincent looked at him and said lightly, "You, take two steps and show me." ”

Wen Qiang first glanced at his mother carefully, and after seeing his mother's hatred of iron but not steel, he had to twist his waist and walk. Wen Baobao, who was sitting next to Vincent, was immediately happy, and laughed out loud. I saw Wen Qiang walking with his buttocks twisting and twisting, more feminine than a woman, especially his two hands, which were divided on both sides of his body, his upper arms clamped his body, and his lower arms below the elbows were cocked to both sides.

Vincent's black line at the end glared at the red sleeves: "This is the child you taught?" ”

Red Sleeves smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly covered it up: "That...... That one...... This child's talent is not in the body, in fact, his most powerful thing is martial arts, yes, martial arts. Come on, bring up a dummy. Son, show your father the set of military physical boxing that your old Uncle Wang taught you. ”

Soon, a 1:1 scale dummy carved from logs was carried over by two guards, listening to his mother's words, Wen Qiang nodded seriously, and after seeing his mother smile with satisfaction, he slowly twisted in front of the dummy. Seeing that he was holding his breath and concentrating, Vincent's frowning brow finally relaxed a little, although there was nothing desirable about his starting posture, but fortunately, he was decent, and he couldn't find fault with it.

I saw that after Wen Qiang did some warm-up exercises, he took a step forward, pushed forward with both hands, and slapped both palms on the dummy's chest at the same time. The dummy designed in the shape of a tumbler did not move, Wen Qiang frowned slightly, stepped forward again, and kept patting his two hands lightly on the dummy's chest, stomping his feet while patting back, and shouting loudly in his mouth: "Kill you, kill you, kill you......"

"Enough, are you acting in a burlesque?" Wen Qiang's farce was interrupted by Wen Sen's loud shout, and he looked at Wen Sen with tears in his eyes, and he felt like he was about to cry. Red Sleeves glanced at Vincent embarrassedly, she really couldn't help her son go down this time, although she knew that her son was weak and timid, but it was still beyond her imagination to be like this. She looked at her son, angry and distressed, but what could she do? Others can be changed, but the personality can't be changed.

Vincent glared at Red Sleeves viciously again, turned his head to Wen Baobao and said, "Go, tell your brother, what is a real battle." ”

Wen Baobao smiled proudly, flipped off the throne with a volley somersault, and then ran up, when she rushed to the front of the dummy, the whole person jumped high, "poof", a muffled sound, Wen Baobao stepped on the dummy's chest, and suddenly sawdust flew, and a deep pit appeared on the dummy's chest. This is not over, Wen Baobao jumped high again with the help of his strength, and then a roundabout kick, "bang", the head of the dummy was kicked out by Wen Baobao's heavy kick, and it didn't stop until it hit a stone pillar ten meters away.

Vincent beckoned, and Wen Baobao suddenly returned to Vincent's side like a cheerful lark. looked at the sweet and lovely daughter beside him, and then looked at the son who had tears and stayed. He frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Since you are not good at martial arts, then tell me, what did you learn in school?" Have you had any experiences worth mentioning? ”

Wen Qiang wiped his tears vigorously, and replied weakly: "Chinese, mathematics, painting, music, art, costume design, I also taught myself cross-stitch, stage catwalk and ballet." My cross-stitch has a public exhibition the day after tomorrow, and I have won the top 8 in the country in women's clothes, and my ballet ......"

"That's enough," Vincent interrupted him with a dark face, turned to Wen Baobao and said, "Tell your brother, what course you are studying." ”

Wen Baobao pouted and counted with his fingers: "Literature, mathematics, English, Arabic, military, command art, politics, etiquette, physical arts, martial arts, weapon knowledge, hunter courses." And I don't know if the survival skills I learned from those veterans in the wilderness count, I once commanded a battle of thousands of people alone, killed countless zombies by myself, a zombie king, captured many mutant creatures, negotiated with the Sparrow family, the second largest family in Europe, and successfully rebelled against them, and there are many more I don't remember. ”

Wen Sen snorted coldly: "Temporarily deprive Wen Qiang of his status as the crown prince, and discuss it again the next day." After saying that, he walked out without looking back.

The rest of the people looked at each other, they really didn't expect Wen Qiang to be so uncompetitive, looking at Wen Qiang who was crying, everyone couldn't help but sigh, only Wen Baobao ran out after Wen Sen in a hurry.