Suddenly, a black shadow walked out from under the dim flickering light, to look at Gu Ying tied up upon the torture rack and his brows creased together slightly.
"Young Lord."
Gu Ying's eyes opened slowly as he raised his head, revealing a long lash mark around his neck running down all the way from his ear to his collarbone.
Under that dim darkness, Gu Ying's eyes glinted with a terrifying chill. The corners of his mouth curled up and the red blood streaked lips looked highly devilish.
"Hmm?"
"Why would the Young Lord need to suffer such agony? Would the Young Lord need your subordinate to….."
Gu Ying shook his head, and laughter escaped from his mouth.
"Agony? This little bit of injury is just barely scratching the surface. If I am unable to even withstand this little bit, then I would have died thousands of times over so many years."
