He Zheng stuffed thick snowflakes all over her body.
It was cruel.
Especially in such cold weather.
If this went on, it would be normal for Du Tang to freeze to death.
Nan Xia could hear the sound of Du Tang's teeth clattering; despite this, Du Tang was still holding on. She began to wonder if the forces behind Du Tang were really that powerful.
Powerful enough to let Du Tang overcome fear.
Feng Jingxuan was unhurried, as if time was on his side, quietly watching Du Tang shiver.
Zhang Chuan also noticed; he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to plead for mercy, but then shut it.
When the time was right, he looked at Du Tang, who had almost turned into a snowman, and asked indifferently, "Tell me, who is the person behind you? Who made you do this?"
Du Tang was filled with fear, giggling inarticulately, without any idea of what she was saying.
A look of disgust flashed in Feng Jingxuan's eyes.
Seeing this, He Zheng stepped forward, grabbed her chin and yanked it out.