Dayu Execution Officer, begins to torture the demon girl's fiancee

Chapter 45 Yan'er has worked so hard

Zhao Cuo started to ask questions indifferently, but the result was unsurprising. Mrs. Yan, who had her head down and covered her face with thick black long hair, didn't say a word.

Zhao Xiaogong, holding the torture order, knew what he should do.

He couldn't show mercy to this kind of woman who wanted to trick him out of nowhere.

"not talking?"

Zhao Cuo nodded lightly, turned around and walked to the wall only a few meters away from the round table, stretched out his hand and pressed the hidden grid with ease.

The stone wall rose quietly.

An inner room with complete instruments of torture was revealed.

"One last chance for you."

Zhao Cuo unhurriedly moved the charcoal basin set up in the dark to the front of the woman, lit the charcoal fire with the matching torch, and put a blackened fire stick into it.

"You said or not?"

Madam Yan, who felt the heat wave blowing towards her face, finally reacted, she raised her troublesome face a little dullly, and the light of fire was reflected in her purple eyes.

What made Zhao Cuo frown was that there was no emotion in her slightly dull eyes.

There was not even a trace of wavering on the woman's face.

"It seems that I still have to let you suffer a little bit first."

Zhao Cuo's heart sank, and he realized that even if he tortured this woman, he might not gain anything. He knew that torturing a person who was not afraid of flesh and blood was futile.

Having said that, he still picked up the fire stick that was quickly burned red with a vicious face.

He stretched the hot red front half to a position only a few centimeters away from her beautiful eyes.

"What a nice view."

Madam Yan looked at the red iron rod in front of her eyes, and there was an intoxicated smile on the corner of her mouth, and she said in an infatuated way:
"As bright and fiery as my name."

'Are there no normal women in this world? '

Zhao Cuo looked at the beautiful woman whose face was gradually becoming delicate and sick with some scalp numbness. Thinking of the stupidity of this woman before she gave him a poison just now, he understood the serious illness of the late emperor's concubine.

After hesitating for a moment, he put the fire stick in his hand back into the charcoal brazier. Torture is a means rather than an end. Since it is useless, he doesn't want to waste time.

He thought of a better way.

"Are you underestimating my concubine?"

Seeing that he put down the fire stick in his hand, Madam Yan's complexion became gloomy instead, and a pair of slightly narrow and glamorous fox eyes showed displeasure.

"Know and ask?"

Zhao Cuo smiled contemptuously at her, raised his hand to pinch her shiny and sharp chin, and provoked her face as if teasing.

He unabashedly used his aggressive gaze to examine the flirtatious face in front of him. For some reason, he could inexplicably see a little girlish innocence in this female demon's alluring face.

Is it an illusion?

"It's really a flawless vase."

Zhao Cuo said insulting words without any scruples.

He deliberately used words that were so impolite that they should never be said to women.

Madam Yan's complexion instantly became gloomy, and she stared at the young man in front of her with cold eyes, her fierce eyes seemed to want to swallow him in her stomach.

"No——you look down on me again!"

The veins on her forehead squeezed out words from between her teeth.

'really……'

Zhao Cuo knew it in his heart.

He knew what the late emperor's widow cared about.

She is probably an extremely proud but inferior woman in her heart.Pride makes her not allow others to despise herself, but she does not have the self-confidence to support this self-esteem, which makes her extremely sensitive to others' contempt.

'Let's break her defense first with a verbal offensive! '

Attacking the enemy's danger is often the most profitable way!

"I was the one who said the wrong thing."

Facing her cannibalistic eyes, Mr. Zhao returned a polite smile and bowed apologetically.

"Ok?"

Madam Yan was stunned for a moment.

"Madam is also a disciple of the current imperial teacher, and her cultivation has reached the fourth level, so she really can't be called a vase."

Zhao Cuo said seriously, and before she could react, he smiled mockingly again.

"The dignified primordial spirit realm was actually controlled by my little qi training between applause and applause. Judging by your appearance, you must not be thinking about it now, right?"

He shook his head with a "I can't help you" expression.

"Shut up!"

The effect of this wave of ridicule was excellent, Mrs. Yan's charming little face turned red all of a sudden, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at him fiercely with anger.

"It is always the weak who cannot face reality."

Zhao Cuo put his hand on her delicate and fat-like face unceremoniously, and then pinched it hard, leaving a red mark that was not deep or shallow.

"To be honest, I was amused by you from the beginning."

Under the gaze of Mrs. Yan's gradually dull purple eyes, he showed a look of contempt towards her, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Madam seems to want to be an enemy of the empress dowager? Please re-examine yourself, do you think you are worthy?"

"Can you say that again!"

Madam Yan's breathing became short of breath.

"People value self-knowledge."

Zhao Cuo sighed and shook his head.

"How dare you talk to me like that!"

She struggled furiously to get up but couldn't.

"In order to prevent you from being confused about your position, I will tell you what your empress thinks of you mercifully. I went to the palace just yesterday and asked about the relationship between the Queen Mother and you. Guess she is How do you say it?"

Zhao Cuo smiled playfully, and then leaned over Mrs. Yan's crystal clear pink ears, learning how the queen mother teased him and said with a breath:
"My lady said... I don't know you well."

As soon as Zhao Cuo said this, all the emotions on Mrs. Yan's face disappeared, and her beautiful eyes slowly lost their highlight and became hollow and dark.

"you……"

Her voice seemed to be crying, but just one syllable gushing from Bai Nen's throat could already make the body feel the resentment and unwillingness in her heart at this moment.

"Anything else to say?"

Zhao Cuo straightened his waist.

He looked at her little Hu Meier face again.

But this time he was stunned, and looked at Mrs. Yan, who was a beautiful young woman from the outside, why did this woman's eyes sparkle, as if she was about to cry?
"Why... you all have trouble with me!"

Madam Yan stared at her beautiful eyes with tears in her eyes.

The sobbing became a clear cry with the continuous falling tears, and she bit her lower lip as if she had been wronged so much, and I felt sorry for her crying.

The late emperor's widow has already fallen into her own world, crying like pear blossoms and rain, but she no longer pays attention to making herself into such a mistake. She raised her small fist and pounded it on the table in a breakdown, and the tears continued like money She slipped and began to doubt her life, crying louder!
"Yan'er has worked so hard! She practiced without sleep and food every day! Why can't she win? It's all the fault of the surname Zhao! 13 years ago, she snatched her away before she could enjoy the national fortune! Now she has let her subordinates bully her I!"

(End of this chapter)