"Little hall leader, we have used all the punishments we can use, but the boy is so critical that he doesn't even speak up when he dies..."
"Once used, won't you do it again?"
Ding Ziling raised his head coldly and his eyes were cold.
"Is it necessary for the young master to teach such a simple truth? Do you want to try it on you? In case you don't... "
"Forgive me, little master. It's my incompetence Don't worry. I'll take something out of his mouth... "
"Well..."
Ding Ziling waved his hand and drank indifferently.
"Get out of here, all of you!"
"Yes..."
When all the other guards left, Ding Ziling kicked Zhao with his feet.
"I know you're not dead Don't play with me
Zhao laitong's dull hum, but no words, still lying there.
Ding Ziling frowned and stepped on the wound of his thigh indifferently.
"Ah..."
Zhao Lai screamed and sobbed in his throat.
"What? Now there's a reaction! "
Ding Ziling sneered and took back his feet. He squatted down beside him and looked around alertly. Then he lowered his voice.
"Zhao Lai, you have a lot of skills If you steal my things, you dare to negotiate with me again Say, where is the thing? "
Zhao Lai's eyes opened several times before he broke free of blood clots on his eyelids and looked at Ding Ziling.
"Little master It's you Break one's word First... "
Ding Ziling's pupils shrank, and suddenly stabbed Zhao Lai's chest wound with one hand and stirred it violently.
"What do you say?"
"Ah..."
Zhao Lai curled up in pain, shaking all over.
Ding Ziling took back his finger and looked at the blood on his hand with a grim smile: "Zhao Lai, I know you are a filial son So don't forget, your mother, it's in my hands now! "
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