Cang Qiao was wearing a python robe and a gold-painted black hat. She was sitting on the Eight Immortals chair and looked at Zhou Chen who was kneeling on the ground in front of her.
Zhou Chen's hair was messy, his whole body was dying, his body was covered with injuries from torture, and he looked as miserable as a pig or dog.
Seeing Cang Qiao coming in, he raised his head with difficulty and snorted coldly, full of resentment: "You... this eunuch... don't even think about impressing me..."
Cang Qiao looked at him and chuckled: "As expected of General Zhou, he has never bowed his head at this time. He has a soldier's backbone."
Zhou Chen closed his eyes and sneered: "Lower your head...lower your head and you will...ahem...let me go?"
Cang Qiao nodded: "Yes, I won't let you go."
He looked at Zhou Chen's clear and indifferent expression, but Cang Qiao suddenly asked: "Don't you want to know why I have been your enemy for so many years?"
Zhou Chen sneered and said hoarsely: "Ahem... everyone is subservient to you, but I, the general, will never treat you, a vicious and cruel eunuch who serves others with sex... and have a good face...
, you are naturally dissatisfied with me!"
What kind of bullshit is nine thousand years old? Bah! A parasite who is as shameless and despicable as a eunuch who serves others with sex and only wants to please the king!
He paused and then said contemptuously: "Besides, no matter how you provoke me, Your Majesty will never touch me. Why don't you hate this trust? Now, you can be proud, but don't be proud too soon!"
Your Majesty pushed the date of his execution to after spring just to leave time for others to rescue him!
Every time Cang Qiao imprisoned him, he would not call the imperial doctor to treat his injuries!
As long as he survives these tortures, he will have a chance to fight back.
Cang Qiao suddenly stood up and walked towards him slowly: "General Zhou, I'm overthinking this. I have never been jealous of you for gaining the emperor's trust, nor have I been dissatisfied that you are not as flattering to me as others.
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He knelt down in front of Zhou Chen and looked at him steadily: "General Zhou, take a closer look at my face. This face contains the reason why your life today is worse than death."
Zhou Chen was stunned and looked at Cang Qiao's face that suddenly came in front of him.
There were almost no pores on that pale face, and the long phoenix eyes should have been charming and sentimental, but at this moment they were only filled with darkness and gloom.
The high eyebrow arch and narrow nose bridge, naturally bright red and delicate thin lips with a feminine look, are now as thin and sharp as the edge of a sword, with a violent air.
This face belongs to a beauty - beauty that transcends gender, the long and curled eyelashes even have a bit of exotic style...
Beauty face......
Beauty face?!
Deep in Zhou Chen's mind, an extremely beautiful and exotic pale face suddenly appeared, but she had long curly chestnut hair and green eyes...
"Mei Fei?!"
Cang Qiao suddenly smiled, and suddenly backhand, the long sword was unsheathed, and he stabbed Zhou Chen's shoulder with the sword: "Ah, do you remember? After you caught that man, you humiliated him to death in public and buried him under the wintersweet tree.
woman?"
Zhou Chen screamed in pain, curled up into a ball, and held on to the sword tightly.
"Who...are you...?!"
Cang Qiao slowly pulled out the sword from his wound: "I am the evil ghost who hid in the darkness of the wintersweet forest and saw all the processes."
"No... Who are you... You... You can't kill me... Didn't you ask someone to treat the injury? Your Majesty, Your Majesty won't
Let you go!" Zhou Chen now completely felt the fear of death and shrank back desperately.
Cang Qiao sighed softly: "If I don't treat your injuries, how will you survive those tortures? How can I make your life worse than death?"
Zhou Chen suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at him: "You... hate me so much, do you mean..."
But he didn't ask the last sentence. Cang Qiao had already stabbed his throat and trachea accurately with a sword.
