Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1747 Blow up the bacterial experiment base. 21
Song Chen fiddled with the clip, smiling very kindly: "Hey, you have to thank our nine girls for allowing you to experience the torture she created."

The Fusang man stared at Song Chen, his eyes were bloodshot, he watched Song Chen grab his hand, the clips caught the nails, and with a little effort, the nails fell off his fingers.

Because the wooden stick was stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't cry out. After he calmed down a bit, the wooden stick was taken away again.

So the Fusang people struggled and rolled on the ground in pain, panting heavily, obviously because it was too painful, and wanted to relieve the pain by panting.

The Fusang man was already covered in sweat, his white coat was soaked with sweat, and his eyes were bigger than copper bells: "You... you give me a good time... I will not betray His Majesty the Emperor!"

He understood why people in Kyushu were willing to die rather than being tortured by them. It turned out that it was such a good thing to die happily.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Song Chen shook his head and rejected his request, and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Aren't you a samurai who claims to be your emperor? Since you are a samurai, how can you say the word death so easily?"

"What are you in a hurry for? Anyway, no one is coming now. You have to experience all the tortures one by one, so that your trip to Kyushu is worthwhile." The man smiled wickedly, and his words were extremely cruel.

Song Chen narrowed his eyes lightly, his eyes were full of ruthless and murderous intent: "Ninth girl of our family also created a skinning technique, cut a hole along the spine with a dagger, and then pulled the skin to both sides, tsk tsk, Like a bloody butterfly!"

After all, Song Chen got a little excited and laughed out loud: "Haha, it's my first time trying!"

The Fusang man was so frightened that his lips trembled and he couldn't say a word. The punishments imposed on him were all bloody, extremely perverted, and inhumane.

"You... are simply devils... devils!" the Fusang man finally squeezed out such a sentence, thinking that the punishment was about to be applied to him, he was about to faint.

He would rather commit seppuku than be tortured by such horrors!

Song Chen smiled shallowly, and threw the dagger to team member No. [-]: "Old No. [-], I will leave it to you. You must turn him into a bloody butterfly, and you must not fail!"

"Don't worry, boss."

Team member No. [-] took the dagger and played with it in his hands. He obviously saw that Fusang's pupils were full of fear. He smiled, and the knife had already come to Fusang's back.

"idiot!"

The Fusang people struggled in fear, trying to avoid the daggers in the hands of the team members.

"Come on!" The team member suddenly raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it at Fusang's back. The opponent's body was already trembling and he was forced to collapse completely.

"Oh don't...I said, I said everything...don't turn me into a butterfly."

The Fusang man was completely frightened and shouted out in horror. When the dagger approached the last centimeter of his cervical spine, it stopped suddenly and did not penetrate it.

But the Fusang man was scared out of his wits.

It was hard for him to imagine that the flesh on his back was cut open, and he was still being ripped apart. Wouldn't that be tearing the flesh from his body? He didn't know if he could bear it.

"That's right, there's no need to be turned into a butterfly." Song Chen smiled with satisfaction. The answer was within his expectations. He knew that no one could survive these punishments.

"I said... I can say anything, but don't kill me!"

Fusang's body was limp and paralyzed on the ground, and the defensive line in his heart had been breached. He was not born in Bushido, nor was he a soldier. He just wanted to get out alive, and he couldn't control anything.

(End of this chapter)