Xie Jie did not pick the torture device, but sat down on the chair that Zhou Zhong carried.

Xiao Si'er was already scared out of his wits and howled, "Your Majesty! Slave deserves to die, slave was blinded by lard, please give slave a death!"

He did not even dare to pray for forgiveness, but only dared to hope for a more painful death.

Xie Jie didn't even give him a glance out of the corner of his eye, his fingertips tapped on the armrest, and his tone was unhurried: "Do ...