Chapter 311

The woman slipped down from the wall and coughed on the ground. The hollow cough echoed in the cell, making people feel irritable.

After a while, she got up slowly, looked up at Jin Siyu, and finally asked, "who are you? Where is this? "

Anyway, after saying a normal sentence, Jin Siyu frowned and looked at her coldly, and said in a deep voice, "you can't come here to ask me, who are you?"

The woman squinted at him. Her expression was neither strong nor indifferent. She did not have the elegant demeanor of that night's bloody rush into the camp. She was a bit confused and said in a daze: "ah? Who am I? "

Jin Siyu glanced at the scar on her forehead and sneered, "pretend to be amnesia? In the presence of this king? "

"Are you the king?" The woman looks at him sideways. Because of this action, Qingyan Meiyu is more cunning, which makes Jin Siyu's eyes flash.

"Where have I offended you? Is this your dungeon The woman looked around and murmured, "have I committed a capital crime?"

After thinking for a long time, she seemed to feel tired again and fell down again and said, "it seems that I'm not a small crime. You look at your eyes and you want to kill me. In this case, we don't have to waste time. You come and go. I'm very tired. Even if you don't plan to feed me, let me have a good sleep before I die."

"You either sleep forever or - answer me." Jin Siyu raised her chin heavily and forced her to turn around to see the gloomy instruments of torture.

The woman's eyes fell on the tools full of hook teeth and sharp teeth. She had no choice but to smile and think, "yes, I didn't lose my memory. I lied to you just now. My name is Wang Shaoyao, um It's your enemy. I dress up as a man to get close to you. I want to kill you and get revenge. I'm caught by you. That's it. "

"What is our hatred?"

"You bully the market, bully the good, rob the women and seize the farmland." The woman said and thought, and said solemnly, "you like the good fengshui of my ancestral house, and want to take it as your ancestral cemetery. You killed my father and pushed him into the river Well, you forced my mother to death, causing her to hang on a rope... "

"Enough!" Jin Siyu is so angry and funny that she can't help but stop her nonsense.

The woman stopped, sighed, and held her head still.

"Wow."

A bunch of ferocious instruments of torture were thrown in front of her.

"I didn't give you a punishment, but I gave you a chance. Since you don't know what to do with you, you can't blame me for being merciless." With a cool smile, Jin Siyu said, "there are 18 kinds of instruments of torture here. Which one you wear can make you sleep in pain forever Choose yourself. "

The woman raised her head, glanced over the blood stained instruments one by one, and said for a long time: "since a king came to interrogate me personally, he said that I was a felon, and a felon should be treated as a felon, such as bailing poisonous wine, hedinghong, etc

"You want to die?" Jin Siyu's eyes are cold.

"I just don't want to die of torture." The woman smiles, "I can't answer your question, but you want me to answer it. If I can't answer it, I will be punished. If I answer wrong, I will still be punished. If I knew it would be the same result, why bother so much?"

Jin Siyu is silent and feels that such a hard and soft woman is really a little troublesome.

Jin Siyu looks at the scar on her forehead again. Jin Siyu's eyes are a little confused. The doctor-in-law once showed her the pulse. She said that the blow on her forehead was not light at that time. It was possible to damage her brain. Besides, she also said that her body was poisonous and sick, and she was entangled in the meridians in disorder, which made it impossible to distinguish what the problem was.

He also took her pulse, did not understand her strange pulse, but found that her original real force, seems to be missing.

In other words, martial arts have been destroyed.

A strong and bloody woman with high martial arts skills can hardly control her anger and despair when she wakes up to find that her martial arts skills have been destroyed. However, she seems not to care, as if she really does not remember her martial arts.

"Your Highness." Feeling his indecision, the head of his guard flashed out from the dark, "under the torture of Sanmu, there is no word that can not be asked..."

Jin Siyu's eyes flit over the tools of torture. Some of them can burn the skin of a person, some can separate the back and spine, some can tear off the scalp a little bit, and some can release the joints of the whole body a little bit

Those instruments of torture made him purr his lips. He didn't feel anything before. Today, he felt ferocious.

She looks like a little boy with a thin back and protrudes like a pair of butterflies with thin wings. But when her eyes fall, she seems to be unable to bear.

The fingers under the wide sleeves curled up slightly, then loosened, loosened, and curled up again.

After several times of struggle at the bottom of his sleeve, he finally pointed to the smallest, piercing instrument of torture, and said, "this."

The guard picked up the tools of torture. She looked at the row of long needles, grinned bitterly, and said, "I wish I could tell you my story at this moment. My ancestors are eight generations."

"I hope so." Jin Siyu said indifferently, "don't think you must be a death penalty. You are just a woman. Maybe you are forced to disobey. As long as the king is willing to protect you, it's OK to protect you. I'm afraid that you don't know what's good and what's wrong, and you'll find your way to death.""I want to say I was forced You probably don't believe it. " The woman grinned bitterly. She stretched out her fingers and lay down there.

Although there are thin cocoons at the knuckles of the fingers on the straw, they are long and beautiful, and the nails are crystal clear. A piece of jade onion is delicate. The soldiers who used the punishment look at the fingers like that and think of passing the long needle through the knuckles and destroying the beautiful shape, they all feel a little unbearable.

The woman also showed her regret, put her finger in front of her eyes, looked over and over, and murmured: "sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. From then on, we'll say goodbye to the perfect..."

Jin Siyu turns around.

The light of the candle casts the shadow of the execution on the mottled wall. The movements are delicate and dense, with a slow and cold force. There is a faint smell of blood in the air. Jin Siyu sniffs it carefully, and his face is expressionless.

The face is expressionless, but the heart is slightly raised, waiting for the voice behind her. She doesn't expect that the woman who looks delicate but is actually resolute will cry and beg for mercy, but she doesn't know what she is waiting for. However, there is no voice, so quiet, only a sigh that seems to be absent.

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