Zhao i was completely unaware of what Mo Shu intended to do, feeling a bit puzzled.
But soon she complied.
After applying the honey, the goat was released.
The goat walked directly towards the feet of the Death Soldier, extended its tongue, and licked a large amount of honey.
The Death Soldier imdiately felt uneasy, his entire body tensed up, wanting to laugh, but his mouth was tightly gagged, making him feel extrely uncomfortable.
Zhao i suddenly understood, and glanced at Jie Kong.
Now, her nominal master was the Princess of the Mo Yan Dynasty, but in truth, the person she was most loyal to was her Crown Prince.
No wonder the Crown Prince had soone gag this person’s mouth earlier, he had anticipated it, not wanting to sully his ears.
Mo Shu had heard of this thod for a long ti but never had the chance to test it.
Now with such an opportunity, it’s not impossible to play around a bit.
Soone handed Mo Shu tea, and Mo Shu glanced at it; it was a maid.
She seed to possess so martial arts skills.
She was one of Jie Kong’s people.
Mo Shu naturally accepted it and took a sip casually.
Jie Kong said, "Aren’t you afraid I might poison it?"
"What good would poisoning do to you?" Mo Shu’s beautiful eyes sparkled, "I am your savior, after all."
Jie Kong still showed little expression, "What if I don’t wish to return the favor?"
"You wouldn’t." Mo Shu smiled slightly.
This kind of trust without reason sounded a bit ridiculous, but it greatly pleased him.
Jie Kong’s gaze flickered with an extrely subtle, imperceptible change, but it quickly vanished.
Both were not talkative people, and the air returned to silence.
The Death Soldier now seed about to explode all over, desperately holding back laughter, yet couldn’t help but tremble.
This was a laughter punishnt from the Western Han era; because of its cruelty, it was abolished later, but in the seventeenth century, the European Imperial Family revived it.
Using a goat to lick the soles of the feet.
Although the punishnt seed insignificant in power, almost no one in European history could withstand it. When the goat’s tongue licked the soles, a person would feel unbearably itchy and involuntarily start laughing.
When a convict laughed for half an hour, the air in their lungs would deplete more and more; mildly, they would cramp and suffer physical incontinence; severely, they would lose their lives, collapsing and dying.
Such a punishnt was fresher than any other severe punishnt of this era and more unbearable.
Soon, the Death Soldier began to convulse a bit.
Seeing it was about ti, Mo Shu ordered the goat to be led away.
Zhao i took orders and removed the cloth ball from his mouth.
The Death Soldier gasped heavily, drenched in sweat, looking quite distressed.
Mo Shu stood up, approached him, and said, "How do you feel? Is it comfortable?"
Comfortable... my ass!
The Death Soldier glared at Mo Shu, his face almost cramping, the feeling of humiliation causing veins to bulge on his forehead.
Outrageous!
One can kill a soldier, but not insult him!
The Death Soldier decisively prepared to bite his tongue to commit suicide.
But Mo Shu wasn’t stupid; she chuckled lightly and kicked him in the jaw, saying, "What’s wrong? Thinking of suicide?"
The Death Soldier’s actions were interrupted, followed by a muffled groan.
Then, the woman with a wicked heart said, "Wishful thinking, soone co, dislocate his jaw for . Still thinking of suicide, you think we have no one here?"
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