In the eerie dark room, Qianniang thought for a while, and took a small silver machete from the wall covered with torture instruments, then she turned around and walked slowly to the wooden table with candles, with a graceful posture , not seeing the cruelty of a perpetrator.
Qianniang took the silver scimitar to roast under the candlelight, and said calmly: "Mr. Li, do you know that torture is actually a very particular thing."
Li Changtian swallowed the blood in his mouth, took a few deep breaths, and took pleasure in the bitterness. He raised his head and smiled and chatted with Qianniang as if talking about family matters: "I really don't know about this, please tell me, Miss?"
Qianniang glanced at Li Changtian in surprise, then restrained her expression, walked towards Li Changtian with a silver knife that had been baked by fire, and said, "It looks bloody and rough, but it's actually a meticulous job, especially for those of you who love to talk. For those who tell lies, they have to take their time, grinding day after day, cutting with knives, roasting with fire, ironing, everything has to be tried. As for me, little girl, I also like to deal with Mr. Li like you, After all, if the prisoner recruits all at once, I will lose a lot of fun."
Li Changtian sighed: "Girl, your hobbies are not healthy. I sincerely suggest you see a psychiatrist."
"Mr. Li's nonsense is really interesting." Qianniang smiled, half-kneeling in front of Li Changtian, stretched out her hand and pinched his chin severely, and raised the silver knife to his eyes. The sharp point of the knife almost stabbed Li Changtian eyes, "Mr. Li, guess what this knife is used for."
Li Changtian narrowed his eyes instinctively: "Carved?"
"Oh? Mr. Li knows how to do it." Qianniang withdrew her hand pinching Li Changxia's jaw and laughed.
"Fuck, isn't it? It's really for carving? Carving on my flesh?" Li Changtian muttered.
"The flesh is soft, it's too ugly to carve out." Qianniang reached out her hand to caress Li Changtian's shoulder, and pressed it lightly, "So I want to carve it on the bone. I think this one is good. What do you think?"
As soon as the words finished, Qianniang plunged the silver scimitar as thin as a cicada's wing into Li Changtian's shoulder.
Li Changtian's hands that were suspended by the iron chain were clenched tightly, he bit his teeth and trembled, lowered his head and inhaled softly, but did not respond.
Qianniang held the handle of the silver scimitar, and said softly: "Actually, Qianniang and I don't like carving these flowers and birds. It's just that I have too much free time, so I'd like to find something to do. Why don't Mr. Li tell me about it?" Jackdaw, where are the others now? I can report to Mr. Qin, so I don’t have time to carve flowers here for Mr. Li to see.”
"I've said it before..." Li Changtian took a deep breath, his voice trembling, with a helpless smile, "I don't know what the 'jackdaw' you're talking about..."
Qianniang sighed: "Forget it, it seems that Mr. Li is quite leisurely. If you want to see the carving skills on this bone, then Qianniang will show Mr. Li the carvings."
After finishing speaking, Qianniang tightly squeezed the silver scimitar in her hand, and was about to sink into Li Changtian's body again, but someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.
The candlelight in the dark room trembled violently.
Qianniang looked up suspiciously, then withdrew her hands, stood up and saluted: "Master Yan, you're back."
When Li Changtian heard it, his breathing became disordered for a moment. He suddenly looked up and saw Yan Shu standing in front of him, looking down at him from a high position.
The dark room was dim, and Li Changtian's vision was blurred due to the previous torture, so he couldn't see Yan Shu's eyes clearly for a while, and felt that the scene was inexplicably familiar.
Li Changtian smiled wryly.
Oh, what a crime he has done!
Yan Shu squatted down, pulled out the silver scimitar on Li Changtian's shoulder, stretched out his hand to press his bleeding wound, and asked, "How can you still laugh?"
Li Changtian said angrily: "What else? Shall I cry for you?"
Yan Shu paused, did not speak, cut his sleeves into strips with a silver machete, and simply bandaged Li Changtian's bleeding shoulder.
Qianniang at the side hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Young Master Yan is in a hurry, but you just rushed back to the residence?"
"Yeah." Yan Shu responded with a cold tone.
"Does Young Master Yan know that Lord Qin is waiting for you in the study?"
Yan Shu stood up: "I know, let's go now, don't touch him."
"Qianniang knows." Qianniang was not annoyed, and saluted again.
Yan Shu glanced at the miserable Li Changtian, he hesitated to speak, he murmured for a long while, but finally remained silent, then strode out of the dark room and walked quickly to Qin Jueming's study.