The male sword fairy in the feminist world

Chapter 1372 Torture Addition
"Okay, I'm just afraid that it will be difficult to explain if I beat this person to death. Let's change the method."

"Chu Qing, let's ask you again, if you would like to marry our Patriarch as a concubine, this is your last chance. If you agree, everything is easy to talk about. If you don't agree, then don't blame us for being cruel." The insidious smile is clearly for Chu Qing's determination to win.

"Bah, don't even think about it." Chu Qing was indeed not afraid of them, it was just a torture, and he could see that these people didn't dare to kill him at all.

"Punishment with needles." The first person said.

Then, the long and thin pillows glowing with cold light were brought up by his subordinates. Chu Qing's scalp became numb when he saw these things, and goose bumps all over his body.

But he kept cheering himself up in his heart, he couldn't admit defeat, you are a man! You are a man!
"Ah—!" A needle pierced his thumb, which was a piercing pain, and he could no longer hold back his head and exhale.

Seeing that Chu Qing finally yelled, the Gong family couldn't help being in a good mood.

"That's it, keep stabbing, I want to see whether his mouth is hard or my needle is strong."

"what--!"

"what--!"

……

The sound of Chu Qing screaming could be heard all over the basement, he just felt that his whole body was going to collapse, one hand was already full of long needles.

Make him creepy.

I don't know who invented this method of torturing people, Chu Qing was in pain and wanted to scold her.

"How about it, Chu Qing, there is still time for you to change your mind, and we can still let you live."

"Don't even think about it, don't think that this will make me succumb!" Chu Qing shouted, her eyes showing no fear at all.

Come on, since he was so ungrateful, the Gong family stopped being polite and ordered their subordinates to continue to perform acupuncture on Chu Qing.

There was another continuous scream, and all five needles fell into Chu Qing's hands again.

Such torture wanted to be intensified, but Chu Qing still refused to obey.

The Gong family is also helpless, they can't really kill people, if the Patriarch really pursues it, they will have no good fruit.

"Okay, that's it, let's rest for a while."

"Just let this kid go like this? No, I don't agree."

"You think I want to let him go? It's just to give him a short break so that he can better deal with the next lesson."

There was a cunning light in the eyes of the palace family members.

Chu Qing was sweating profusely, and could no longer hear what the group of people were saying.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the person in charge of the torture pulled out the needles stuck in his hand one by one.

Every time one is pulled out, there are bursts of heart-piercing pain.

With ten roots, Chu Qing looked as if he had just been fished out of a water tank.

However, the good show is still to come, and this night is destined to be a long night.

Ever since sending Chu Qing away during the day, Fu Ling has always been restless, as if she had a premonition that something bad was about to happen or was already happening.

A little servant bumped into him head-on, with rough hands and feet.

"What's going on? I've been in such a panic all the way." Fu Ling said dissatisfied.

When the boy saw that the person he bumped into was actually the head of the family, he immediately knelt down and saluted, his whole body trembling.

Fu Ling was confused by this person's performance, she is not a king of Yama, how could she scare people like this.

"Say, what did you do just now?" she asked sharply.

There was a hint of alcohol in the air.

In fact, this young man was also one of the insiders who kidnapped Chu Qing, and he just came back from having a drink with his brothers when he was free.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into the head of the family just as he was trying to die, this time it was bad luck for eight lifetimes.

He leaned over and bowed his head down, making it clear that he was hiding something and dared not speak.

(End of this chapter)