"I can consider letting you go. As for gold, silver, jewelry, and magic medicine, is I still lacking?" Qiongying frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with the request made by Xiahou Jue.
"Then what do you want? Just ask for any conditions, and I will definitely do what you want." Xiahou Jue's eyes ignited hope and he said confidently.
"Are you sure?" Qiongying raised her eyebrows lazily.
"Of course, I am the Prince of Dongyue, just say it." Xiahou Jue did not forget to move out his identity. At this time, he did not have the style of a prince. He was completely waving his tail and begging for mercy.
"I have nothing to lack, I only ask you one thing. If you can answer truthfully, I will naturally let you go back to Dongyue if I am satisfied with it."
"What's the matter? I must tell you everything, please tell me quickly." Xiahou Jue said anxiously.
"The Dead." Qiongying only said two words, but Xiahou Jue's face changed.
Xiahou Jue hesitated for a while, then said flatteringly: "The undead is powerful, but it is no different from ordinary strong people. It does not pose any threat to you. As long as they damage their foreheads, they will die."
"It seems you are not honest, Luo Yi, please do it." Qiongying adjusted his sitting position, leaned against the back of the chair, waiting patiently.
"Yes, Lord." Luo Yi nodded, then glanced at Xiahou Jue gloomy. It was too ungrateful. Lord went to the dungeon for the first time to interrogate. How glorious Xiahou Jue is, and thanks for not being grateful yet!
"You, what are you going to do?" Xiahou Jue fell to the ground in a mess, shivered, and moved back in horror.
"Don't talk nonsense! Don't scream!" Caiyi stepped forward and stepped on Xiahou Jue to the ground.
"Ah! Let me go!" Xiahou Jue screamed in pain, his body could not move, and he struggled for a few times but was fruitless.
Luo Yi brought the brazier and various torture tools, put the iron tongs into the brazier to roast the red, and then approached Xiahou Jue.
"You, what are you going to do? I am the Prince of Dongyue. If you dare to torture me, I will never let you go!" Xiahou Jue looked at the Hongtien getting closer and closer and shouted loudly.
Although he has been locked up these days, he has not suffered much. Even food is treated at the royal level, let alone torture, so they dare not torture him.
But now he completely overturned his previous thoughts, these people would really kill him.
"Either just shut your mouth or come from the real trick!" Luo Yi said coldly, holding the iron tongs and baking the iron block on Xiahou Jue's hair.
"Stop! Stop!" Xiahou Jue's hair was burned a lot, and it smelled burning. The most terrifying thing was that the iron piece was almost scorching on his face.
"The brand is only for people with too tight mouths, and this is just an appetizer, and the good show is still behind." Caiyi held Xiahou Jue down. The brand is the simplest, the most primitive punishment, and the results are quite good, so she has been
As an appetizer.
Sizzling, the smell of burnt meat and smoke came out.
"Ah, stop, ah! Stop, I said, I said..."
The sound of slaughtering a pig resounded throughout the dungeon and spread to the dungeons of other branches, making other prisoners creepy.
"I'd say that I wouldn't be able to suffer." Luo Yi said coldly, rudely removing the iron block. She couldn't stand it, and she was deeply despised.
Xiahou Jue was sweating all over his head, grinning in pain, and collapsed on the ground without any strength.
At this time, Xiahou Jue's right face was branded with an ugly mark, and his flesh was blurred. This handsome face was temporarily destroyed, but it was just an ordinary flame and it was not difficult to cure it.