The soldier held a slender mutton-killing knife and sliced the meat on Dajir's chest expressionlessly. His hands did not shake at all, and his movements were calm and skillful, as if he was slicing a dead sheep, not a person.
Before coming, Yun Jingchu and Jing Zhaoyi asked for a few jailers from the prison. These jailers are all good at torturing people. They will do it perfectly without her having to worry about it. This soldier is one of these jailers.
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"Ah -" Dajir let out a fierce scream that reached into the sky. The scream scared the nearby small animals hiding behind the withered grass and fled in all directions.
Although Dajir is a man, he has a noble status and has never suffered much. The suffering he suffered from last night to today is more than all the suffering he has suffered since he was born until yesterday.
Dajier screamed in agony, and the people on the top of the city felt their scalps numb and their backs chilled.
After watching the soldier slice up a small plate of meat, Yun Jingchu coldly shouted: "Bring it here, I will roast it myself and give it to the ninth prince and the thirteenth prince."
The soldier responded, took a wooden skewer and skewered the pieces of meat, and handed it to Yun Jingchu respectfully. Yun Jingchu took it and roasted it carefully on the fire. After roasting for a while, Yun Jingchu put it back.
Put it on the plate and said with a smile: "Okay. That's it. It's half-cooked and just right to eat."
After saying that, Yun Jingchu raised an indifferent smile on his lips and turned to Baili Wushang, "Wushang, please send the ninth prince and the thirteenth prince to the city walls."
Baili Wushang nodded expressionlessly, then took the plate of half-cooked meat slices, raised his spirits, and headed towards the city.
Damour was shocked and immediately ordered to release arrows. Suddenly, arrows rained down from the top of the city. However, a flash of silver light was seen, and the arrows were chopped into several pieces and fell to the ground.
The next moment, Baili Wushang, who was fluttering in white clothes, stood between Damour and Dashil, holding up a plate, his voice as cold as ice shards: "Our marshal gave it to you, one stick per person, eat it.
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Yun Jingchu nodded with satisfaction outside the city: With Baili Wushang by her side, she is the only one who can torture others, and there is no chance for others to be arrogant.
Damour and Dashil looked at Baili Wushang, who was approaching them like a ghost, and backed away in horror. Mao Dan also couldn't help but move aside.
"Kill...kill him!" Damour waved, and more than a dozen swords attacked Baili Wushang at the same time. Baili Wushang didn't even move his eyes. He held the plate steadily with one hand and waved his sword with the other.
The dozen or so senior guards put their hands on their throats and fell down. Dasil and Mao Dan were immediately petrified on the spot.
Is this still a human being? How can a human being be so powerful?
But Baili Wushang remained unmoved, holding up the plate in his hand and looking at the two of them coldly, "Please eat!"
Damour and Dasil looked at the bloodshot meat slices in the film, and felt chills in their hearts. Their throats were so clogged that they almost vomited.
Yun Jingchu raised his head and looked at the city, and said loudly with concern on his face: "Why don't you eat? Are you dissatisfied with our barbecue skills? If so, then I will serve you another plate."
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As soon as Yun Jingchu waved his hand, the soldier in charge of the execution walked up to Dajir with a plate and stretched out his knife to prepare slices of meat.
"Stop! Stop!" Dashil couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, waving his fists.
Yun Jingchu turned his head with a hint of surprise, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, the Thirteenth Prince doesn't like the flesh on the chest, or do you like the flesh on the thighs?"