Qian Yi looked at him with a sinister gaze, seeing him drowsy as if about to faint again, he dug his ears and waved his hand: "Splash him with another basin of ice water, don't let him fall asleep, this Prince hasn't taken him yet, has he? What right does a criminal have to sleep?"
Immediately, with a splash, another basin of ice water.
"Hiss—"
Li Qingmu gasped, gritting his teeth, clenching his hands tightly to stop himself from making a sound. He didn't want to show any weakness in front of this beast!
But it really hurt!
How painful was it to splash ice water on a wound?
He couldn't describe it with words anymore, only feeling his whole body was numb with pain. At this moment, he felt he was about to be tortured to death by the other party.
"Qian Yi!" He almost bit his lip through, yelling hoarsely, "The thing I regret the most was not going to the dungeon to end you myself!"
Yes, this was the only thing Li Qingmu regretted all these years!
