With torture, Master Zhao Xiaogong knows what he should do.

He can’t show mercy to this inexplicable woman who will give him a method.
"Don’t talk?"
Zhao wrong tap the head turned and walked to the distance from the round table, a few meters away from the wall, held out his hand and pressed the hidden compartment skillfully.
The stone wall rose quietly.
As soon as it is placed, it will be revealed in the instruments of torture.
I’ll give you one last chance.
Zhao Cuo slowly moved the charcoal basin secretly to the front of this woman, folded the charcoal fire, and put a blackened fire stick in it.
"Do you say or not?"
Feeling the sudden heat wave flame, Mrs. Wang finally responded, and she raised the fire in her purple eyes with some slowness.
What makes Zhao frown is that there is no mood fluctuation in her eyes.
This woman’s face can’t find even the slightest shake.
"It seems that you have to suffer first."
Zhao’s heart sank to realize that even if he tortured this woman, I’m afraid he wouldn’t get anything. It’s futile for him to torture a man who is not afraid of suffering.
Having said that, he picked up the fire stick that was quickly burned red with malicious color on his face.
Extend that hot red front half to a position several centimeters away from her beautiful eye.
"so beautiful"
Mrs. Flame looked at the corners of her mouth with red iron bars, and actually outlined a charming little smile and stupid way
"As bright and hot as my name."
Is there no normal woman in this world?’
Zhao wrong some scalp pins and needles looking at his face gradually become jiao disease belle people think that this woman just gave him a method of delusion before white what is the serious illness of the first emperor’s legacy princess.
After a moment’s hesitation, he put the fire stick in his hand back into the charcoal brazier. Punishment is a means, not an end. Since he didn’t have it, he didn’t want to wave.
He thought of a bet way.
"Do you despise my body?"
Seeing that he put his hand in the fire stick, Mrs. Flame’s face became gloomy instead, and a pair of slightly narrow and beautiful fox eyes showed displeasure.
"Know and ask?"
Zhao smiled contemptuously at her and raised her hand to hold her jade-like stone embellish sharp qiao ba flirt seems to provoke her face.
He made no secret of his aggressive look at this enchanting face in front of him. I don’t know that he actually saw a little girlish simplicity in this woman’s demon.
Is it an illusion?
"It’s really a vase that can’t find defects."
Zhao cuohao spoke insulting words with scruples.
He is so rude on purpose that he should never say words to women.
Mrs. Yan’s face was so transient that she stared at the fierce eyes of the young man in front of her, as if she wanted to swallow him up.
"No-you underestimate me again!"