Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 1465 In the iron prison, inhuman punishment 3
Next, I saw Murong Jingxue walking towards Leng Xue slowly, and whispered something in Leng Xue's ear.

Leng Xue's face gradually turned pale, and he asked uncertainly, "Miss Murong, are you really going to do this?"

Murong Jingxue nodded with certainty: "Of course."

Cold blood glanced at Xuanyuan Zhan, then nodded, walked towards the man lying on the ground who was immobilized by the anesthetic, slowly squatted down, and looked back at Murong Jingxue, only to see Murong Jingxue dragged over a chair, He sat down very calmly not far from them, holding hands and waiting for a good show.

Xuanyuan Zhan didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Murong Jingxue's gourd, so he dragged a chair over and sat down beside Murong Jingxue, even the deserted one who didn't care much about these things came in from the door, Standing not far from them, I found a comfortable place to lean against, waiting to enjoy the good show.

"What on earth do you want to do?" An uneasy feeling filled the man. His whole body was paralyzed and he was completely out of control. He looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Because he didn't know what was going to happen next, he was partially paralyzed. fear.

"What I want to do, you will know later." Murong Jingxue smiled half a smile, looked at Leng Xue, then nodded, indicating that he could do it.

Leng Xue hesitantly took out a sharp dagger from his waist and picked up the man's hand. The man with the scar on his eyebrow just watched Leng Xue cut off his little finger with the dagger, and he stared wide-eyed. Looking at the place where the finger was cut off, blood flowed instantly, but he didn't feel it at all, as if it wasn't his own finger that was cut off.

Murong Jingxue didn't even blink her eyes, she leaned forward and said regretfully, "It's a pity that it's not snowing yet. If it snows, using ice cubes will have a better effect." After finishing speaking , winking at Leng Xue: "Leng Xue, continue."

Cold blood nods before pointing at the next finger
The feeling in the heart of the man with the scar on his eyebrows is something no one can understand. His whole body was anesthetized, and he just watched his fingers being cut off one by one, looking at the severed fingers. Bright red blood spewed out continuously, even the murderous killer couldn't calm down seeing such a scene, he wanted to retract his hand, but his hand didn't listen to him.

"How is it? How does it feel to see your fingers being cut off one by one?" Murong Jingxue's mouth curled up with a bloodthirsty smile: "As long as you tell me who is in charge of you now, I can do it." Let you go."

The man's eyes were full of anger, he gritted his teeth and said to Murong Jingxue, "You kill me!"

Murong Jingxue smiled: "This show has just begun, if I kill you now, it won't be a good show, I can't bear it, cold-blooded, let's continue!"

In this way, with the passage of time, the people present watched the man's fingers being cut off one by one, with blood flowing, and soon there were only three of the ten fingers left, and half an hour had passed .

Murong Jingxue knew that the anesthetic could only last for half an hour, and after half an hour the anesthetic would lose its effect automatically, and the piercing pain in his fingers would erode him, causing him unbearable pain.

If anesthesia was not used, the moment the finger was cut off, the pain would have passed, but because he had used anesthesia, there was no response when the finger was cut off at the beginning, and the pain would double afterwards. Let's see how long he can last, anyway, she has some time to spend with him.

(End of this chapter)