Zerg’s Daughter-in-law Are All 2.4 Meters

The moment of death is not terrible, the terrible thing is to be beaten.

Especially one-sided beatings.

I blushed and my neck was thick, blood was dripping from my forehead, which was accidentally made by the interrogators when they threw me to the ground. Accidental because royal interrogations generally don't break your face, they'll let you walk out at least looking unscathed!

Why is His Majesty the Emperor interrogating me? the reason is simple. After this incident, the suspicious character of His Majesty the Emperor will definitely wonder who the real culprit is.

And I and the Bayemans family are the two suspects.

This is like the police interrogating suspects. If I can endure the past and I can clear the suspicion, then everything can be blamed on Baynemans and Tingman...

If I admit it, then I face a clandestine execution, a tragic death to the outside world.

When everything was planned, I knew that I would definitely face interrogation, either from His Majesty or His Highness, and I would definitely suffer a bit between the father and son.

But... FUCK I never knew that interrogation also included stomping!

I let out a low sigh of relief in pain. The person in charge of the interrogation looked at me with a half-smile, and the boots moved and stepped on my thigh that had just been cut open by a knife. The wound was not deep, but his movements were very slow. The knife seemed to be stuck in the flesh, slowly... carefully The... stabs into the thighs and pushes down. Pain and fear.

"How do you feel, Fu Liangyanqing? To be honest, it's my first time to interrogate a male. I hope I didn't disappoint you." My blood on the soles of my shoes.

I gave a twisted smile: "It would be better if, if you didn't kick my chirp, but now I feel like I can pee blood."

"Haha, you are very humorous. But you really need to stay in the palace for a while." The interrogator smiled: "Although it is not your Majesty who will entertain you personally, but I will make you satisfied... Of course, if you tell what you know You can get out of here as soon as possible."

I said, "I don't know what you told me to say? You said that my JJ was crushed by you and would urinate blood?"

The smile on the interrogator's face froze, then he turned away, picked up his cup of coffee from the table, walked over and smiled at me, the whole cup of coffee hanging on my lap, and blinked, I pursed my mouth and forehead. Cold sweat dripped from the top, and the eyes couldn't help staring at the mouth of the cup, which became more and more inclined, and even the wound under the cup seemed to hurt!

Finally, the mouth of the cup tilted, and the freshly brewed coffee tilted down!

"what--!"

"...Fuck...ah!"

Have you ever eaten mutton? Now the meat on my legs is cooked instantly and can be eaten with sauce, the difference is that the meat is still growing on me...

"Okay, baby boy, you are very handsome. I have read a lot of information about you, but I don't think you are as incompetent as you think. Because you are still calm now, you haven't been begging for mercy or peeing your pants."

"Ah, is that so?" I looked at the interrogator's face and opened his mouth to speak in a rude way. My head and body were covered in cold sweat, and black spots had begun to appear in front of me.

"Yes." The interrogator sat next to me and whispered, "So, I will try my best to test you! Until you say everything you need to say!"

"I don't know anything, I don't even know why I'm here today, I... ah!"

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"He still didn't say anything?" The old man's chestnut curly hair was gray, the skin on his face drooped, and the thick bags under his eyes were blue, indicating that he hadn't slept well for a long time, and he wore a crown on his head. Sitting on the table seat, the gorgeous robe slipped from the chair like water on the ground.

Naershe lowered his head and said, "It's a pity, yes. He didn't say anything. At first we asked him to explain the truth, but he was very confused about what we wanted him to explain. I think he really doesn't know."

Jia Ersen took a bite of the fat and tender roasted meat, and after chewing it, he said softly, "Nershe, are you begging for him? It seems that you like this junior very much."

"No, my subordinates don't dare." Naershe lowered his head even lower, and his voice did not fluctuate.

"Oh, yes...but if I don't doubt him, then I can only doubt the Bayemans." Jia Ersen's old voice stretched.

Naer She knelt on the ground suddenly: "No, Your Majesty, you should know that the Baymans family has never changed its loyalty. I serve you, and I have never had any disobedient thoughts. Both mind and body are for Your Majesty. And allegiance!"

Jia Ersen looked at the top of his head, and after a while, the empty palace echoed with old laughter, "Get up." Jia Ersen said, "Since this little guy really has nothing to say, let him go."

"You don't need to meet him in person?" Naershe stood up and asked with his head lowered.

"I will see you in the future." Jia Ersen smiled.

"Thank you for your tolerance, then please believe that the Bayemans family also never knew why this happened."

"I know, I believe."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The maid opened the tall door, Jia Ersen's cloudy eyes watched Na Er She disappear outside the door, the smile on her face sank, and she cut the steak in her hand one by one.

He thought of his two children, and remembered that he personally ordered Yizhi to kill his first child... The knife in his hand seemed to cut his own child's neck!

boom!

The food on the table was swept to the ground, and the maid knelt down in fear.

Jia Ersen let out a breath, barely suppressing the twisted expression on his face. The corners of his mouth trembled, revealing a strange smile!

He can forgive the ugliness of the children fighting for the throne because he is their father.

But he can't stand the murderer! Because he is their father!

small theater:

Fu Liangyan: Hey.

Child: What's the matter?

Fu Liangyan [state of grief]: Remembering how persistent I was at the time, it was really not easy to be trampled on mutton or to insist on harming your family.

Child was silent for a while, then said: ... son, bring the scissors.

Fu Liangyan tilted his head: What are you doing with the scissors?

Child looked at Fu Liangyan's crotch, Fu Liangyan instantly felt a cool breeze blowing over the cock, and his eggs were shaking==