Extorting the iron-faced Queen

"Men, directly use torture!" The Iron Mask Queen's voice was cold, and she acted decisively.

"Today, you've fallen into my hands. Even if you don't die, you'll lose a layer of skin." She said to Li Tian. Because of Li Tian, she had suddenly become the focus of everyone's attention yesterday, and she had lost her dignity. Many of her opponents had mocked the Iron Mask Queen for being afraid, which made her very angry. She wanted to let everyone know who was afraid!

A few tall barbarian men walked over with all kinds of torture instruments. Some were branding iron, and some were blood-stained bone whips.

These barbarian men were perverts. They looked at Li Tian with a strong interest, as if they were looking at a piece of art, a piece of art that they could play with.

They were already looking forward to how long this thin outsider could last in front of them.

Li Tian opened his clear eyes and stared at the Iron Mask Queen. He knew that this woman hated him to death.