“Wow…”

A basin of cold water awakened the unconscious Tang Qixie.

However, Tang Qixie's eyelids were so heavy that they could not lift them up, and the pain in his body made his brows tightly twisted together.

I felt someone cutting the rope on his wrist with a knife, and the other party was very rude.

Although the rope was cut, his wrist was also cut from bleeding.

Tang Qixie, who was hung for a night, fell to the ground because of no support, because he had no support. There was no movement for a long time...

Someone kicked his calf with his feet, but Tang Qixie still couldn't wake up.

"Go to the next door to bring a few more buckets of water to wake him up." A voice sounded.

"good."

Then the footsteps went away, and I came back again...

As the two of them came back again, several buckets of cold water also poured down. The cold water washed his bloody clothes, and there was already a piece of blood under him.

Tang Qixie lay on the ground, half of his face pressed against the cold ground, and after being splashed with four buckets of water, he finally slowly opened his eyes.

The wounds that were soaked in salt water on his body began to get inflamed, and blood kept oozing out.

However, the most painful thing is the place on his chest where the soldering iron was burned.

The mark has been infected and inflammation has begun.

Because of wound inflammation, Tang Qixie had a low fever.

When I opened my eyes, I saw several pairs of feet and the cold black iron railing behind them.

He moved and was beaten to his numb body, trying to stand up.

However, after struggling on the ground for a long time, he still couldn't get up. He finally supported the ground with both hands and supported half of his body. However, the next moment he fell back heavily, and the wound on his body was tortured even more severely.

"The funeral time is coming soon. Change your clothes quickly. Don't waste time, otherwise you will feel better."

One person threw a white mourning uniform on Tang Qixie.

Tang Qixie didn't even look at it, and closed his eyes directly.

When the man saw Tang Qixie ignore him, he immediately became angry: "It seems that you don't care about your father's life or death."

Tang Qixie slowly squeezed his hand, and he opened his eyes, murderous aura and anger were beating between his eyebrows and eyes...

Finally, he was forced to put on mourning clothes, handcuffed and shackled.

In the hall, Queen Amway, her son Philipdy, and her father Amway were waiting there.

When he saw Tang Qixie wearing mourning and shackled his legs appear, his eyes were filled with pride and pleasure after revenge.

"Qixie..." Tang Huiming was escorted by two guards. Looking at Tang Qixie, who was beaten to the point of difficulty in walking, he felt so distressed that he couldn't speak.

He wanted to rush up and tore off his handcuffs and shackles, but he was held tightly by the guards.

He is such a proud person and has never given up since childhood. How can he wear these things?

Tang Qixie raised his eyes and looked at Tang Huiming.

There were whip marks on his fair and thin face, and the wound spread from his ear to his throat, which looked very eye-catching.

However, just this look made Tang Huiming cry on the spot.

"... Qixie, why are you so confused? This is a death sentence."

Tang Huiming cried bitterly, his voice full of helplessness, heartache and self-blame.

How could he kill King Philee? He still fled for fear of guilt...

how so.

It was not until this morning that when he saw the black coffin at the door that Tang Huiming learned that Tang Qixie had killed the king.

Tang Qixie didn't speak, nor did he have the strength to speak.

He looked at Tang Huiming who was crying for him and worried about him, and thought to himself: The kindness of the Tang family's raising has been paid off.

I feel at ease even if I die.
Chapter completed!