There were several times when he almost bit his tongue to commit suicide, but under Ying Yue's indifferent gaze, he still persevered.
In just half an hour, he felt as if tens of thousands of years had passed.
Finally, the punishment was over.
Ying Wuque fell to the ground, gasping weakly, feeling as if every pore and every inch of his skin had been fried in a frying pan.
Ying Yue also let out the breath he had been holding in his chest, turned around and looked at Lin Qing, who was crying herself to exhaustion, and said in a deep voice: "The queen will be here to bring you medicine later!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Only then did Lin Qing dare to stumble over to Ying Wuque's side: "Wuque, are you okay?"
"fine!"
Ying Wuque looked a little indifferent, and turned his head away without looking at Lin Qing.
Lin Qing bit her pale lips and said, "You've also seen that your father knows everything. If not..."
Ying Wuque's voice was extremely weak, but one could still hear the repressed resentment: "But at that time, none of us knew that our father was eavesdropping! When you put your uncle to death, why didn't you feel any psychological burden at all! Mother, do you really have no heart?"
"presumptuous!"
Lin Qing was so angry that he was shaking all over. He slapped her in the face and said, "How dare you say that your mother is not good!"
Ying Wuque said hatefully: "Uncle is our family! You are so vicious!"
"I'm poisonous?"
Lin Qingqi laughed and lowered his voice and said, "Then tell me, what did you say to your uncle when he was having dinner with you before he left? He always listens to me, why did he take the initiative this time and want to kill Ying Wuji!"
Ying Wuque choked: "I..."
Lin Qing was angry and disappointed: "You are the one who killed your uncle, but you dare not admit it! If you really have a clear conscience, why didn't you dare to plead for your uncle when you were tortured just now?"
Ying Wuque avoided his gaze: "I..."
Lin Qing stroked his face, his movements were very gentle, but his eyes were a little cold: "So you are also afraid of not being able to sit on the throne! Remember, your only goal in this life is to sit on the throne of Dagan, inherit your father's legacy, and let Dagan unify the world one day!
Before you achieve your goal, you can be mean and hypocritical, but you must not be led by these things to do stupid things! Do you understand?"
Her appearance made Ying Wuque feel extremely unfamiliar.
It was as if he could see the dirtiest side of himself in her eyes.
He dodged his gaze and stammered, "I understand!"
Lin Qing helped him up and returned to his usual smiling face: "Go back to your room and rest. The queen will come to check your injuries soon!"
"yes!"
Ying Wuque staggered to his feet. The pain in his body made him feel like dying, and his mood was extremely gloomy.
Ying Wuji!
Everything that happened today is caused by you!
Sooner or later, I will pay you back many times over!
…
“A-choo!”
At the gate of the Gan State Embassy, Ying Wuji sneezed: "Who the hell is scolding me?"
On the side, the Thirteenth Master squatted in front of the gate with his hands in his sleeves, looking like an old farmer.
He sneered: "You are just too weak and caught a cold!"
"You farted!"
"Hmm? Say it again!"
"Master Thirteen, I was wrong. What I wanted to say was that you farted!"
“…”
"I have a lot of internal heat, how could I catch a cold?"
"You have such a strong firepower, but you still died in a woman's belly?"
"Can we not talk about this?"
"Then you are weak!"
Ying Wuji was anxious: "I am not weak, someone must have scolded me, and the weather is a bit cold!"
The Thirteenth Master, however, had a stern face and looked unmoved: "Nonsense, it's not cold!"
Ying Wuji glanced at him and said: "It's not cold, but you put your hands in your pockets so ugly."
The Thirteenth Master also glanced at him and said, "Didn't you put it in your sleeve as well?"
Ying Wuji: “…”
He quickly pulled his hands out of his sleeves, which was really inconsistent with his image of an elegant nobleman.
But the weather does seem to be getting a bit cold. Why hasn't this murderer come back to report yet, making me wait for so long?
Could it be that the old bitch is not keeping his word?
As soon as he had this thought, he saw a figure rushing towards the embassy.
Although this place is very close to the most prosperous area of Jiangcheng, and even this point is not small, but this person is obviously wrong.
Staggering steps.
His eyes were lifeless.
There was blood all over the clothes on his chest.
Just like the walking dead.
And his face was exactly the same as the previous human puppet.
Tie Niu walked up to the two men and said, "I'm the murderer. You can do whatever you want with me!"
Ying Wuji chuckled: "You are wise! I thought you would put up a last-ditch effort, but it seems you are convinced by me... Hey, hey, hey! Master Thirteen, I am not done pretending yet!"
He hurriedly followed. This Thirteenth Master was really strong. He lifted the big man weighing nearly 200 pounds as if he was lifting a chicken.
After a while, several people arrived at the secret room.
Tie Niu's true energy was sealed, he was tied up tightly, and even his chin was injected with a poison needle. He didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue to commit suicide.
Ying Wuji narrowed his eyes: "What do you say when I ask you something? Do you understand?"
Tie Niu smiled bitterly: "You can kill me or chop me up as you wish. Don't ask questions, it's too embarrassing!"
Ying Wuji snorted: "Do you have the qualifications to bargain with me?"
Tie Niu looked expressionless: "At most they can just kill me, what else do I have to lose?"
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