Mrs. Pinqiao

Chapter 42
Li Jue looked at Ning Zimo steadfastly, and asked him hoarsely, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Hehe, speaking of it, you and I have been fighting for five years. We understand each other thoroughly, and there is nothing to hide." He took the soldering iron and started to fiddle with it again. The coals were "crackling" and the iron head was red, " You know what I want, as long as you hand over Jiang Zhen's military power, and there is no threat to me, I will naturally not embarrass you anymore. After you go out, you will still be King Jing, and the document for collaborating with the enemy and treason is just a piece of waste paper. You You can still make a comeback, start again, and continue to fight with me."

"After handing over the military power, don't you want to run amok?" Li Jue sneered and closed his eyes again, as if mocking his wishful thinking.

"Either hand over the military power, or die, I can accept the two outcomes." Ning Zimo took out the soldering iron, and blew on the red with all his strength, blowing again and again, the sparks kept falling down.

Tan Su's eyebrows were condensed together, never loosened, she never noticed her small movements, she rubbed her sleeves as soon as she thought about it, but this time they were twisted together, the tighter and tighter, until her fingertips turned white .

Li Jue has never been afraid of these punishments, whether it is a rattan whip or a stick, as long as he has a breath, he can bear it. Before the iron, he can still laugh and mock Ning Zimo: "No matter how hard you work on me, It's just a waste of effort, even if I die, the military power belongs to the emperor, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Yo, what a worthy king and loyal minister." Although Ning Zimo was smiling, he was obviously irritated. He grabbed Li Jue's skirt and pulled it off without hesitation, revealing his pampered body, shivering under the gaze. trembling.

He picked up the soldering iron, thinking about where to print it, when he suddenly thought of something, he pulled his belt with an evil smile, "My lord, be more careful, don't print it in a darker place, I'm afraid that someone will find out and blame him... ..."

Li Jue was trembling with anger, a sense of humiliation that he had never felt before hit his heart, the iron chain was stretched straight, "Ning Zimo!"

"Master Xiang!" Tan Su suddenly called out, the voice was so loud that it almost overwhelmed Li Jue's.

Ning Zimo looked back at her, "What's wrong?"

There was a flattering smile on her face again, "Master Xiang, how can I bother you to do this kind of thing yourself? Let Tan Su come."

"You want to come by yourself?" Ning Zimo was a little surprised.

She took two steps forward, took the soldering iron in his hand, and licked her lips with a smile, like a sneaky cat, "I don't know what it's like to torture the prince, Tan Su has long wanted to do this..."

Ning Zimo laughed heartily, "You are the only one who will take revenge, and you are so daring."

"Give me a chance, Mr. Xiang."

"Okay, okay..." Ning Zimo took a few steps back, a little pampered, "Go."

Tan Su got the order and imprinted it on his heart with a soldering iron without saying a word. Li Jue let out a muffled snort, convulsed all over his body, his flesh made a "chichi" sound, and gave off the smell of burnt flesh. Tan Su almost vomited. Force yourself to calm down.

After taking off the soldering iron, his chest was covered with blood and flesh. Li Jue was sweating profusely and didn't even have the strength to raise his head. He could only think about her name over and over again, "Tan Su..."

Tan Su felt a pain in her heart, couldn't hold it anymore, and retched violently. She grabbed her throat and felt dizzy. She quickly turned her back, "Master Xiang, I, I can't do it..."

Ning Zimo stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, unexpectedly he had a rare smile, and said angrily: "It's not such a show of loyalty, silly Susu..."

(End of this chapter)