Chapter 262 Torturing Jun Zetian ([-])
The uninterrupted torture, coupled with insults and interrogation, finally made Jun Zetian feel fearful, but he still had no intention of giving in.

As a noble, pampered, he has never been treated like this - in the past, only Jun Zetian tortured others, but now it is himself, all these pains can only be endured silently.

Jin Mingfeng raised his hand to let Jun Zetian go. As soon as the rope was loosened, Jun Zetian's body slid to the ground weakly, like a dying person.

He didn't look at Jin Mingfeng, didn't struggle, just panted motionlessly.

Probably, he will really die... Jun Zetian is a little downcast, he is so unwilling.

Jin Mingfeng squatted down, raised his hand to push back the hair on Jun Zetian's forehead, lifted his chin, pinched his cheek, forced Jun Zetian to look at him and said: "If you don't want to die, just listen to me, Jun Zetian, these punishments and this kind of insult are not suitable for you, are they? Smart people should understand what it means for a man to bend and stretch."

Jun Zetian was forced to look at Jin Mingfeng, and after meeting his gaze, he just smiled coldly, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and said hoarsely, "Don't even think about it."

Even if it is death, these blood hunters cannot be satisfied, especially this hypocritical Jin Mingfeng, the most damned!
Jin Mingfeng sighed and said, "If you persist in your obsession, you will ask for trouble."

He let go of Jun Zetian, stood up, and said condescendingly: "I won't kill you, but I can completely destroy you." Speaking of his feet, those snow-white leather shoes stepped on Jun Ze Day thighs.

Impartiality, where he was burned by the iron, he immediately felt Jun Zetian's trembling, although he didn't scream, but his face turned pale and endured pain, which also showed the pain, that kind of fragility , Jin Mingfeng also had a raging desire in his heart.

He said softly to Jun Zetian: "It's the same as this word, I can make you a real slave, even if your family saves you in the future, you can't go back to the past, Jun Zetian, think about it Think about it, is it worth it... I will give you a day to think and rest."

——He can destroy him, but he doesn't want to destroy him, so I hope he can figure it out tomorrow.

As he said that, Jin Mingfeng put his feet away, raised his chin and said, "You guys, put him in a water prison, give him 500cc type A blood, lock his hands and feet, and tell him to calm down."

Lao Han nodded and said: "I understand, don't worry, he will never be allowed to die, nor will he be given a chance to escape." He patted his chest, and an evil light flashed in his eyes.

Jin Mingfeng nodded, turned and left.

Jun Zetian, who was lying on the ground, was pulled up, and the rough hemp rope was wrapped around his arms, binding his wrists and chest, and even a hemp walnut was stuffed into his mouth, and the tape was wrapped around his mouth and head. Sealed, can't spit out, can only keep his mouth open.

Seeing that Jin Mingfeng was gone, Lao Han turned around and looked at Jun Zetian and said, "Drink your blood again? It's really cheap for you, huh!" He reached out and groped for the wound on Jun Zetian's body, deliberately pinching his sore spot.

"Vampires, aren't they all bloody monsters? Even if the injury is like this, it will recover after a while."

The other blood hunters also put Jun Zetian in shackles, while patting his body curiously: "This vampire aristocrat is really amazing, the wound healed so quickly."

The miserable welts that ooze blood just now are slowly healing. That scene is indeed miraculous, but how can humans understand the pain in it?
(End of this chapter)

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