Are You Going to Torture Me?

Her figure could not be seen at all.

Qin Xi held the torch and edged closer in that direction. He saw Mediocre Death God with his eyes closed; there should still be injuries on his body, so he was enduring the pain even now.

When he saw Qin Xi and the others walking over, Mediocre Death God raised his head and looked at them. When he spoke, his voice was still as cold and deep as ever, but it could be felt that his body was not in its prime right now. Instead, he was extremely weak.

Mediocre Death God said, "So, are you going to start torturing me today?"

When he said this, there was even a certain imposing righteousness to him, as if he truly was not afraid of Qin Xi and the others torturing him, as if he was a tough man.

Qin Xi carelessly stuck the torch into the wall beside him and looked at Mediocre Death God's pitch-black appearance.

He cast a glance toward the cell door, and Qirui immediately understood and went to open it.

Qirui had already walked into the dungeon. Looking at Mediocre Death God, he said to him, "Are you still going to keep acting tough, even now?"

Mediocre Death God did not pay Qirui any attention at all. Instead, his eyes stared fixedly at Qin Xi.

Qin Xi was not in any hurry either. He sat down on the chair that had been prepared beside him and looked at Mediocre Death God, the two of them staring at each other.

Qirui did not feel angry either. He simply continued looking at Mediocre Death God and said to him, "Looks like it's time to let you have a taste of what we can do."

After saying this, Qirui took something from