If he could leave here alive this time, he would get back everything they gave him thousands of times.
"How are you going to come at me and let him go?"
Queen Chu's heart was bleeding.
Ye Feng is so kind, why do these people torture him so much?
He was so beautiful and had such strong self-esteem, she really couldn't imagine how painful his heart would be when he became a servant and was tortured by Master Lan Banner.
Ye Feng smiled sadly, "Madam, Ye Feng's life is not worthy of your... I'm sorry... Ye Feng's abilities are limited and I can't protect you."
"child……"
"I've long been used to these tortures. If I can't die, I'll only suffer some flesh injuries. I'll be fine in a few days. Madam, don't worry."
He spoke calmly, but it made Empress Chu feel even more distressed.
Looking at the cold iron barrel, Ye Feng swept through everyone present one by one, and finally struggled to break free from the shackles of King Kong and walked towards the iron barrel step by step.
The barbs were still stained with a lot of blood, and it was unknown how many people had been stabbed severely.
Ye Feng swallowed all the sadness in his mouth, took a deep breath, and walked in automatically.
"No...can't..."
Empress Chu struggled to crawl over.
The iron thorns stung her eyes deeply.
Lan Banner Leader and Peony Flag Leader did not expect Ye Feng to be so proactive.
In fact, even if he resists, he cannot escape his fate.
"Haha...since you want to try it so much, I'll make it happen for you. Come on, close the door."
The door of the iron barrel closed, a muffled groan came from inside, and a pool of bright red blood spilled out from under the iron barrel.
The Queen of Chu felt like she was fainting.
Halfway up the mountain, Gu Chunuan was running around anxiously. Those bastards from the Tianfen tribe couldn't come over quickly.
Peony Banner said, "Open the second gear."
With an order, the flag bearers locked the iron door again, and the blood inside instantly poured out.
Lan Banner couldn't help clapping his hands and applauding.
"It turns out that the tighter the door is closed, the deeper the iron thorns pierce. It's interesting, but there is no sound inside. Little Feng'er won't die inside, right?"
"Brother Lan, you just gave him to me, why are you so concerned about him? Is it possible that you still can't let him go?"
"I'm afraid that if I play him to death, it will be boring." Lan Banner's eyes flashed, and the truth of what he said was unpredictable.
The owner of the Peony Flag is smiling, but the smile does not reach his eyes.
"Don't worry, Ye Feng is so handsome. How can I let him die? He can't die. I just hope Brother Lan will never forget that since you gave Ye Feng to me, don't regret it."
"Open third gear."
"Um……"
Ye Feng was in pain. No matter how hard he gritted his teeth to endure it, he still let out a muffled groan.
pain……
It hurts too much.
Except for the fatal part, almost every part of his body was deeply stabbed with iron thorns.
I don’t know what kind of potion was soaked in the iron thorns, but they are painful to the core and are more painful than spreading salt.
It was dark inside, and the iron thorns were still pressing in, as if they were going to penetrate his body.
Scenes from the past appeared in his eyes.
Ye Feng bit his lip, not daring to make a sound, fearing that Empress Chu would be worried.
"Let him go... If you don't let him go, we, the Chu State, will never give up on you."
"Heh... do you think you can leave here alive?"
Ye Feng felt a chill in his heart.
If something happens to Empress Chu...
He simply couldn't imagine the consequences.
Hate... had a seed in his heart, gradually sprouted and grew, and finally enveloped his whole body, expanding and expanding again...
