The tip of the sword pointed directly at the killer's heart.

"Don't you say it?"

Zhao Yan asked with a sneer.

The killer remains unmoved.

The tip of the sword was moved away and moved to the shoulders.

"Ah! Ah..."

A scream.

Although my chin was removed, I could make a sound.

The killer's eyes did not mean begging for mercy except pain and hatred.

Zhao Yan's sword moved again, and his other shoulder was pierced again.

The tendons were broken.

The killer fainted from the pain.

"Wake up!"

Zhao Yan's voice was unchanged.

The guard who had been waiting for water had poured a pot of cold water over, and the killer woke up again.

"Woo, woo..."

The killer stared straight at Zhao Yan and made a whimpering sound.

"Kill you right?"

Zhao Yan sneered.

The killer nodded.

"Where is the southwest stronghold of the Shadow?"

Zhao Yan said again.

The killer stopped moving again.

Zhao Yan's patience was not very good, but he did not kill the killer.

The tip of his sword swept across the killer piece by piece.

This time, he didn't ask any questions.

It was like casting a handicraft, and he took a very serious mark.

Screams kept coming.

The other two killers tied up had goose bumps on their bodies as they heard the screams.

This is definitely the torture they will be subjected to in a while.

"Take it over!"

The rope on the killer's body had been scratched by Zhao Yan, but the killer's tendons were picked and his feet were picked, so he could not move at all.

"Correction of his chin!"

Zhao Yan pointed at one of the other two killers.

The poison pills in the mouths of the three killers had been picked out long ago, so they were not afraid of committing suicide.

Someone was watching from the side, and it was too late to commit suicide by biting his tongue.

"Bah, bullshit King Yan, I won't say it. Kill me!"

The killer twisted his neck after being corrected and spat.

Zhao Yan ignored him at all, looked at the killer on the ground who had been picked on him, and said, "Go to the guy."

"yes."

The guard took a paper bag, squatted in front of the killer, and spread the things in the paper bag bit by bit towards the wound on his body.

"In the winter, there are fewer snakes, insects, rats and ants, and honey is quite expensive. I am poor and can only afford salt."

Zhao Yan said to himself.

"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

The killer lying on the ground was not sprinkled with any salt and shouted.

I fainted again.

"When I see that he seems to have something to say, wake up, prepare his chin and see what he is going to say."

Zhao Yandao.

He completely ignored the second killer.

"King Yan, you want to be shameless. You have the ability to kill us! Kill us! What a fucking good man, you kill us, kill us!"

The second killer yelled.

He couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing others suffering such torture, he felt tormented.

He knew that he would not be spared.

But he wouldn't even want to tell the organization's affairs.

He wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide. A guard next to him stared at him fiercely just to prevent him from committing suicide.

"I never do things that treat myself badly. Isn't it a good idea to kill you? You're losing yourself?"

Zhao Yan turned his head and glanced at the killer.

"Kill me! Kill me! Prince, please kill me!"

The killer on the ground was awakened and found that he could speak. He endured the pain in his body and begged.

"Yes, answer the question."

Zhao Yan glanced at him and said.

"Dream! Zhao Yan, dream, you!"
Chapter completed!