The well-trained soldiers of the three armies stood majestically on the training ground. The flags raised high made a rustling sound in the wind. Their arrogant momentum was enough to illustrate the great momentum of the Qin Dynasty.
And all these soldiers obey orders from one person——
Murong Canghai, the King of the North Academy.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The soldiers raised their spears high in the air and shouted loudly, murderous intent spreading in the air.
In the center of the training ground, an iron plate was covered over the blazing flames. When the iron plate was heated, a piece of fat was thrown on it, and it made a sizzling sound, and a wisp of green smoke rose from the fat.
I saw, on the high platform, a barefoot man in Tsing Yi, forced to kneel on one knee. His long hair was messy and spread behind his head. Boredom carelessly brushed his face, and his handsome face was covered with
He had stubble and whip marks, and his stern eyes were bloodshot.
At this moment, he gritted his teeth and his face was full of humiliation. He hated, hated that arrogant and ruthless man so much that he chose to humiliate him like this instead of killing him.
Murong Canghai stood high on the black horse, his cold and proud face was like thousand-year-old ice, exuding a heart-trembling coldness.
Xuanyuan Qiche turned around, looked at him, and said, "Murong Canghai, you might as well kill me!"
The corners of Murong Canghai's cold and charming lips were raised slightly, with a sinister look on his face, and he said, "With such a talent as the Sixth Prince, how can I be willing to let you die so easily?"
"You..." Xuanyuan Qiche's cheeks were flushed, with a look of resentment on his face. But just as he was about to stand up, he was held down by the soldiers who were escorting him. Thanks to his seven-foot-long man, he also had a heroic appearance.
While galloping on the battlefield, my knees couldn’t straighten up.
"Your Majesty, everything is ready!" A soldier came forward, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists, and said.
Murong Canghai raised his hand, but his expression remained indifferent.
"Get up!" The two strong soldiers who were escorting Xuanyuan Qiche immediately pulled him up and walked to the training ground.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The soldiers were excited again, and all of them were seriously excited.
"Get down!" The escorting soldier pushed hard, and Xuanyuan Qiche was pushed onto the flaming iron plate underneath.
"Ah..." The iron plate was so hot that he immediately felt a burning sensation in his feet, so he immediately jumped up on one foot and then on to the other.
So, under the gaze of the soldiers of the three armies, the dignified Sixth Prince Xuanyuan Qiche jumped up on the iron plate like a clown, looking extremely embarrassed.
"Hahahaha..." The crowd burst into laughter, and the sarcasm almost drowned him.
Xuanyuan Qiche hated it so much!
Since these days, he has been tortured in different ways every day——
Yesterday, he was forced to dress up in women's skirts and dress as a military prostitute and went down to the army to please the soldiers. Among them, there were drunk soldiers who really thought he was a woman and touched him, which made him feel ashamed and angry.
He wanted to die, but Murong Canghai was sitting on the high platform, drinking and watching coldly.
The day before yesterday, some men with severed sleeves were found from nowhere. His clothes were stripped off, revealing a strong body riddled with whip scars. These men and women looked at him with coveted expressions!
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In short, every method of torture is trying its best to play with his dignity.
He, Xuanyuan Qiche, had always been arrogant and arrogant. He considered himself to be on par with Prince Zhou and the most qualified person to inherit the throne. When had he ever suffered such humiliation!