Destiny Phoenix

Chapter 276 Mental torture
Hua Banli drew a barrier for her, she stood inside the barrier, and no one outside could see her.Just like that, he easily avoided everyone's sight and led her out of Prince Ning's mansion.

After leaving Prince Ning's Mansion, Feng Qingyao returned to Yiyun Pavilion.

In the dungeon, Nanfang was leading two boys to barbecue on the iron plate, and the dungeon was filled with the smell of burnt meat, which was disgusting.

The south seems to enjoy this feeling very much. A piece of fresh bloody meat was fished out from the barrel and placed on the roasted red iron plate.

Immediately afterwards, black smoke rose from the iron plate, so smoky that it was almost impossible to see the faces of the three people, and the burnt smell in the air became stronger.

Feng Qingyao covered her nose with her sallow hands and walked over.

Glancing at the charcoal-roasted meat on the iron plate, he sighed, "Nanfang, seeing the meat you roasted, I really don't think it's worth dying for this pig." Although Yiyun Pavilion is not short of money now, but Seeing such a waste of a few children, she felt a little pained.

Seeing her come back, Nanfang hurriedly shook off the blood on her hands, knelt down and saluted, "Nanfang met Sister Qingyao."

Behind him, two children of similar age also knelt down.

"They're all on our own, so there's no need to perform such a great gift." Feng Qingyao smiled slightly, and after calling them to get up, her phoenix eyes looked at the killer locked up in the dungeon.

The killer's face was pale at this time, and his expression was no longer as calm and fearless as when he just woke up.

He didn't close his eyes all night, staring at Nanfang and the others with blood red eyes.Seeing them grilling meat in front of them, the meat is mushy, so they shovel it down and throw it away to continue roasting.Roasted and then mushy, mushy and then roasted—sometimes I am too lazy to throw it out, and just treat the scorched meat as charcoal and throw it into the brazier.

The entire dungeon was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

For a moment, the smell sent chills down his spine.

"Have you figured it out?" Feng Qingyao stared at him and said, with a smile in her tone.

"Zi-"

Not coincidentally, another piece of raw meat was thrown on the iron plate by Nanfang, and the sound aroused in an instant made the killer tremble.

"Give me a good time if you have the ability!" The killer roared.

Mental torture is always more emotional than physical torture.

"Giving you a good time, wouldn't that be too cheap for you?" Feng Qingyao raised her lips and smiled, her cold and glamorous face looked beautiful and harmless, she pouted and asked to the south: "Have you run out of meat? "

Nanfang pretended to grab a handful from the wooden barrel, and showed Feng Qingyao his empty hand, "It was the last piece just now."

"You are at this level, you need to practice more, a good bucket of meat will be ruined by you."

"Sister Qingyao's lesson is that the south must practice hard and not let her down." The young man smiled harmlessly, "Sister, now that the meat is used up, why don't we try another method?"

"How do you want to try?"

He glanced at the killer locked up in the cell, raised his voice deliberately, and said loudly: "This meat is dead, and it will become mushy once it is put on. Why don't we change it to a live one and let him flip it by himself?" good?"

When the killer heard this, his eyes widened in shock.

Feng Qingyao smiled gracefully, took a few steps back, and let them out of the dungeon door.

Nanfang was only ten and a half years old, and the other two children were only twelve or thirteen years old. It was indeed cruel for him to experience these bloody scenes prematurely.But without experience, they will never know how cruel the reality is.

(End of this chapter)