The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 312 Torture

Hearing this, Pei Feng also changed his expression, his face darkened, and he followed Han Qingyan back to the palace as quickly as possible.

At the door, two of Han Qingyan's confidants were guarding there to prevent Mo Jiu from having any possibility of escaping. When they saw Pei Feng and Han Qingyan rushing back, they also realized that something might have happened to the male emperor inside.

What.

Bang!

Pei Feng kicked the door open, and Han Qingyan stepped inside. At a glance, she saw the pain and twist on the tyrant's face, and his lips were blood red, which was dyed red by the blood seeping from his mouth.

"Go get the doctor!" Han Qingyan turned around and said, quickly rushed towards Mo Jiu, pinched both of his cheeks, and then forced his head down, causing a large stream of blood to come out of his mouth.

, blood foam flowed out.

Mo Jiu still tried to struggle and raise her head, which seemed to light a fuse and completely ignited all the anger in Han Qingyan's heart. She showed no mercy and held him down so hard that he could not move.

"Come here." Han Qingyan directed Pei Feng, "Come and hold him down."

Pei Feng walked over with a cold face. She was as angry as Han Qingyan, both because of Mo Jiu's attempt to commit suicide. But she was not afraid of his death, but she didn't want him to die so easily. The crimes he committed were far from...

The pain of biting your tongue can atone for it.

It was Pei Feng who was stronger than Han Qingyan. She pressed her palm on Mo Jiu's back, and there was a "crack" sound, and Mo Jiu immediately let out a painful groan.

There was no trace of distress or pity in Han Qingyan's eyes. This tyrant was so unrepentant that she realized that their relationship had been unrepentant from the beginning.

"Do you know it hurts now?" Han Qingyan pinched Mo Jiu's cheeks, looked at his painful expression, found a medicine bottle and applied medicine to him.

Her movements were not gentle at all, they were supposed to make the pain worse. The tyrant's eyebrows were knitted together, but his eyes were still slow and difficult, showing a trace of sarcasm to Han Qingyan.

Han Qingyan's expression was slightly stagnant, and then the angry expression dissipated and she became expressionless: "Since Your Majesty likes to abuse himself so much, then I will let Your Majesty get his wish."

"Walk."

Pei Feng understood and crushed the chains that Mo Jiu could never break free from. Then he carried him with one hand and followed Han Qingyan out of the palace.

Facing them, two close aides came back quickly with the doctor. Han Qingyan raised her eyes slightly and said calmly: "No need, send the doctor back."

This is not the first time this doctor has come to the palace, but looking at the scene in front of him, he still felt the fear and panic of being invited here for the first time for a long time. The male emperor was treated casually like a dead dog.

He was holding it in his hand, and saliva and blood were still dripping from his mouth. His face was pale and he looked extremely miserable.

And judging from the place where Master Han and the others are going, it seems that it is still a prison...

The doctor was silent for a moment, wishing he had never been here, or simply didn't have eyes and couldn't see anything.

In the past few days, the news that Han Qingyan was named a national master spread all over the world, and then she once again considered whether the male emperor's injury might be due to the love between him and Han Qingyan. Otherwise, what would your majesty do?

Will she be made a national master?

As a result, now it seems that it is Han Qingyan and the others who have controlled the male emperor. Whether it is the county prince or the imperial master, they are the ones who forced his majesty to issue the imperial edict!

She kept thinking, and these thoughts were naturally reflected on her face. Han Qingyan had no reaction, but Pei Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold.

This sight frightened the doctor so much that his legs weakened and he fell to the ground: "Pei, General Pei, spare your life... I didn't see anything!"

"Forget everything you saw." Pei Feng threatened. When she saw the doctor nodding crazily, she looked away.

Naturally, she would not really kill anyone, she would just prevent the doctor from revealing what she saw.

After the doctor was sent back by two of his cronies, Han Qingyan and the others took Mo Jiu to the prison they had visited before. This was not only a place where prisoners were detained, but also a place where prisoners were interrogated.

Mo Jiu opened his eyes and looked for a moment, then closed his eyes.

'If I didn't have luck to relieve my pain, I really wouldn't dare to irritate Han Qingyan like this.'

It's painful enough to bite your tongue and kill yourself. When you come to a place like this, it's impossible to leave without peeling off a layer of skin.

‘Host, you won’t die here like this, will you?’ The system was very worried.

Mo Jiu thought for a while: 'That's really hard to say.'

He seemed to be stimulating a little too much, and Han Qingyan could not let him die in prison as soon as her anger surged.

system:'……'

Why does it feel like the more worlds the host travels through, the less reliable it becomes?

…

After two hours passed, Mo Jiu completely passed out.

He had reached his limit as early as an hour and a half ago. Which one, Han Qingyan or Pei Feng, has never been on the battlefield? Each of them is extremely proficient in the methods of dealing with prisoners. They know how to make a person suffer the most, and how to make a person suffer the most.

They know how to make a person's life worse than death, and they also know how to keep a person awake.

Therefore, Mo Jiu woke up many times, and with each forced awakening, the pain he felt became clearer.

However, in the extreme pain, he couldn't even vent, because in order to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide again, Han Qingyan put a mouth and shackles on him. He couldn't even scream, only dull and weak.

Sob. Not to protect, but to torture.

Mo Jiu didn't wake up this time. It wasn't because Han Qingyan was kind and let him go, but because he really couldn't wake up.

Looking at Mo Jiu who was hanging on a thick iron chain in front of him, with only his toes barely touching the ground, with blood dripping all over his body, his eyes closed tightly until he fainted, and his face was pale, Pei Feng hated him.

The anger finally weakened a bit.

She also believed that Han Qingyan had no feelings for this tyrant, maybe she just didn't want to part with his body.

Han Qingyan stood in front of Mo Jiu, looking at him intently, then slowly stretched out a hand towards his forehead and put it against it.

There were beads of sweat and blood on one hand, and a strand of sticky black hair.

It was quiet for a while.

After a long time, Han Qingyan let go of her hand and shook her head: "It's not enough, it's still not enough."

Even at this point, she still couldn't see this tyrant's past.

Is he so repulsive to that memory, so unwilling to recall it?

"Really?" Pei Feng was calm, "Then just continue to torture him like this. In a few days, his spirit will no longer be defenseless."

She is not worried at all that this tyrant will not be able to hold on and die, because she will give him the best medicine.

The physical pain is short-lived, but the mental pain is long-lasting and difficult to heal.

What she wants to do is to make Mo Jiu's spirit completely collapse!

When the time comes, what if we don’t kill this tyrant and leave his body to Qingyan?