If you don't stop talking, I want someone else to land."

"I understand." Wuling had already ordered the people below this before, and now that his Majesty's imperial edict has been issued, this matter can be temporarily controlled.

"I have to meet that bold assassin." Liu Zhao couldn't make a fuss. Who had the ability and courage to make trouble in Zhangde Palace? "Do you meet me?"

"No." Deng Sui's face was a little pale, and he seemed to have not woken up from his panic.

Moving to the main hall, Liu Zhao kept holding Deng Sui's hand and not letting go.

Fang sat down, and Wuling brought the assassin up.

The assassin's body was still wet, and he had any evil actions. Wuling tied him up and stuffed his mouth with a thick cotton towel.

Liu Zhao glanced at the man, and murderous intent appeared between his eyebrows: "Who are you? Why did you enter the palace for assassination?"

Before Wuling pulled off the cloth stuffed in his mouth, he put in some big holes on his body to make sure that he could only speak and didn't even have the strength to gossip.

"If you want to kill, kill... all the people will listen to the emperor." The assassin's eight words from several places between his teeth were soft and uncomfortable. The feeling was like watching the insects crawling onto him one by one, mouthful of mouthfulness.

He ate his own flesh but was powerless, and he could really exhaust himself.

Deng Sui sneered, looking at the person, he felt very disgusting. "Why did you choose such a good time to meet me, and you still wear such a mask? Who is it that makes suggestions and why do you rely on it?

Be able to perform smoothly? If you don’t say it now, I’m afraid it’s hard to say it later.”

"Guru Deng, your skin is as snow as snow, and you can't hold back your hands. The men in this world naturally want to have a kiss. I just want to share what they like..." The man said this in one breath.

, and then began to wheeze and cough.

"Your Majesty." Deng Sui looked at the emperor affectionately: "Can I ask Wuling to do something for me?"

"Of course." Liu Zhao was not angry at the assassin's words, but just looked at her calmly.

"Wu Leng, chop off three fingers of his right hand for me." Deng Sui said this calmly, his tone was like saying to fold a flower or pull a few vegetables.

"No." Wuling turned his head and carried the guard knife over, stepped on the assassin's wrist. He raised his hand and fell, and his three fingers were cut off with blood.

The pain spread instantly, the assassin's expression was distorted, and he rolled on the ground like cramps, causing great pain.

However, this scene did not relieve Deng Sui's hatred. "Now you can stop saying it. I still say the same thing. Don't wait until you can't say it anymore."

"You kill me!" The servant stared at her with blood-red eyes. "If you have the ability, you kill me!"

"Death is the easiest thing." Deng Sui was very disdainful: "It's a blessing that you have the courage to enter the palace for assassination, but you don't have the courage to bear the consequences."

After saying this, she remained silent and watched the assassin's various tossings.

"You kill me..." The assassin said this repeatedly, but there was nothing else. He just rolled around and tossed for a while, and something bright appeared on his waist.

Wuling looked at it strangely, so he walked over and picked it up. "Your Majesty, please see."

He could not wait to send it to the emperor just after just one look.

Liu Zhao glanced at him and frowned. The object was a logo, which looked like the kind left by the Huns. But why did he have it?

"Wu Leng, break his three fingers." His eyes tightened slightly, and Liu Zhao's tone was already quite unhappy.

"No." Wuling's movements and the neatness of the first glance were just now. But the assassin was so painful that he had no strength to roll.

"I can't say anything, kill me!"

Wuling touched him a few times, and there was only one pill left with the logo and some hidden weapons. "This is a pill that is so breathless. I think it was for him to take it if he didn't complete the task."

After hearing this, Deng Sui couldn't help but sneer again: "Educated by others, even if you can't make decisions on life and death, why bother? It's better to say it out loud. I would like to ask Your Majesty to give you a happy life and death.

.”

"You kill me!" The assassin gritted his teeth and refused to reveal a word.

Liu Zhao was a little doubtful, could this person be the one who instructed the Qinghe King to enter the palace to plot against the rebellion?

But he couldn't understand. Was Liu Qing willing to torture his sweetheart like this? Or did he deliberately use this method to touch his suspicion of Deng Sui?

If this is true, then this move would be too dangerous.

"Wu Ling, break his tendons and legs." Liu Zhao seemed to have made up his mind: "Knock off his teeth and have someone give him a few bowls of rice soup every day. I insist on seeing it.

He can't die, how long can he be stubborn?"

"No." Wuling responded quickly.
Chapter completed!