Rong Jin didn't care, but said calmly: "When I was healing yesterday, I suddenly thought of a new way of playing. Do you want to try it?"

Xiao Ting looked back at Rong Jin with great evasion, obviously not taking his so-called new gameplay into consideration.

Rong Jin showed a malicious smile on his lips. He said lightly: "If you put Mr. Xiao in a bathtub filled with snow water, and then add fire to it, Mr. Xiao, how long do you think it will take to cook this bucket of water for him to dry?"

The smile on Xiao Ting's lips froze. Of course, he understood that what Rong Jin said was not to cook dry water, but...

Rong Jin sneered, "What? Do you think I dare not?"

Xiao Ting's face turned pale. If someone had changed, he might have really been scared and scared him. But if Rong Jin said this, Xiao Ting knew that he could say it and would definitely dare to do it. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Emperor Xiyue, I am an official of the Northern Han Dynasty. The younger brother of the Queen of the Northern Han Dynasty. You are on the land of the Northern Han Dynasty and have been arrested for no reason, which is a bit unreasonable."

"I can't argue?" Rong Jin seemed to hear something funny and looked at Xiao Ting and said, "Who can prove that I caught you? Those soldiers from the Northern Han Dynasty? They can only prove that Mr. Xiao left the camp the moment before Yunfusheng implemented the plan. At that time... I was still in the camp of the Northern Han Dynasty. As for where Mr. Xiao went afterwards and what happened, who can prove it? Could it be that the Northern Han Dynasty lost a kitten and puppy, and the Northern Han Emperor would also be responsible?"

Xiao Ting looked stiff. He knew very well that Rong Jin was right, "Even so, wouldn't Your Majesty doubt it?"

"So what if I doubt it?" Rong Jin said disdainfully: "Just relying on suspicion that I killed him and got my brother-in-law, does Brother Shu Jun want to attack me? Besides... I haven't caused trouble for him yet. Four thousand soldiers surrounded me and killed me. The Northern Han Emperor is such a good method. If it succeeds, I will admire him to death. Less nonsense, tell me who is the other host of the Tong Life Gu!"

Xiao Ting gritted his teeth and said nothing. He knew that Rong Jin would not let him go. As long as he didn't say it, he would live for a moment. On the contrary, once he said it, his death was truly coming.

"Very good!" Rong Jin smiled sinisterly, "Dongfang Xu, please raise the firewood and boil water to wash Lord Xiao."

Dongfang Xu looked at Xiao Ting in front of him with some toothache, "This wash is not an ordinary wash, this is to throw people into the pot directly. Your Majesty is..."

"Rong Jin, this is easy to kill people." Wei Wuji said leisurely. Where is Rong Jin better? It is obviously even more perverted! Mr. Wei decided to turn around and talk to the old man Han Wentian.

Rong Jin raised his eyebrows, Wei Wuji said, "If he screams, he will lead Qingyi over. If he clicks his mute hole or blocks his mouth, he may not know if he dies." Rong Jin frowned, thinking about it and thinks that what Wei Wuji said seems to make some sense. He ponders for a moment and says, "Since that's the case... I'll cut a few slices of his meat to feed the horses first." Boiling water... isn't it regular torture, Lingchi is always OK, right?

Feed the horse? Does the horse eat meat?

"Sharpening meat?!" Dongfang Xu looked at Rong Jin in horror. He always felt that the so-called peeling of a few pieces of meat by His Majesty is not as simple as he said. Rong Jin glanced at him unhappily and said lightly: "What? Lingchi, you can't?"

Young Master Dongfang looked at Young Master Rong Jiu speechlessly: Are the prostitutes who executed Lingchi are all passed down from generation to generation? Lingchi is also a technical job? Do you think everyone can do it? Your Majesty the Emperor, you can cut him three thousand swords to see if he can still breathe half a sigh? Dongfang Xu looked at Rong Jin and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, I really can't do it."

"Then find someone to get it!" Rong Jin said angrily.

It’s not known whether Xiao Ting’s luck is good or bad. Lingchi is indeed not something that ordinary people can do. Even if someone like Rong Jin and Wei Wuji take action, they will be afraid that they will lose their anger if they do more than a hundred swords. But this time, there are really two of the people they accompany them to know this. After all, the number one killer organization like Han Xuelou is not really only proficient in killing people.

After a while, two men in black were brought in by Dongfang Xu. Rong Jin looked at Xiao Ting, who was mocking just now, and frightened her face, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Let me see how you are skilled." These two people naturally would not withdraw. They pulled out an inconspicuous knife and brushed it twice and heard a miserable wail from Xiao Ting. The man who was acting raised the knife, and indeed saw two thin pieces of flesh on the surface of the knife, with a trace of blood, which was obviously cut off from Xiao Ting's arm.

Dongfang Xu said curiously: "Didn't you hear that this... you need to use a fishing net to cut it?" Although Young Master Dongfang grew up in the capital, there are many dead people he has seen. But he really hasn't seen anyone executed by Ling Chi. The man laughed in a deep voice: "Young Master Dongfang is joking, why should this little thing be so troublesome?"

"Very good." Rong Jin nodded with satisfaction, looked down at Xiao Ting and asked, "Young Master Xiao, how do you feel?"

Xiao Ting gritted his teeth and insisted on not speaking. Just two tricks were not enough to make someone like him who had received special training surrender. But Xiao Ting also understood that he would definitely not have to bear these two swords, and this was just the beginning. Rong Jin took up the wine pot on the table leisurely and fell to Xiao Ting's bloody wound without hesitation.

Xiao Ting groaned, and his teeth bit through the tip of his tongue and a strand of blood flowed out along the corner of his lips. The wound on his arm was severely painful because of the sudden pouring of strong wine, which made him tense up and his whole body became stiff.

Rong Jin smiled and said, "Xiao Ting, I have come up with another fun method. I can spare your life. What do you think?" Xiao Ting looked at Rong Jin cautiously and did not speak. Although he didn't teach much to Rong Jin, Xiao Ting already understood a little. If Rong Jin thought that the fun method would definitely not let him go, but because Rong Jin felt that this method could torture him more than death. Sure enough, Rong Jin smiled and said, "Lingchi wants three thousand swords. I only need someone to cut you one thousand swords, and as long as you have survived these thousand swords and can't speak, I will let you go back."

Xiao Ting hesitated, Rong Jin smiled and said, "What's so hesitating about this? One thousand swords... You should be able to leave two-thirds of your body's flesh, so it shouldn't hurt your muscles, right?" The last question was about the two men standing aside. One of the men replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, you will never hurt your muscles." But they couldn't guarantee what the young master could look like after hesitating for a while. After hesitating for a while, the man decided to give it to him.
Chapter completed!