His True Colors Chapter 2806

 "I can't afford to play?" Fang Kun looked at Han Qianqian with amusement, as if he was looking at a fool.


        If he wanted to, he could play Han Qianqian to death in this desert city, so he couldn't afford to play?


        "You're really confident, aren't you?" Fang Kun sneered, and in the next second, his eyes suddenly turned incomparably fierce as he coldly shouted, "Fine, if you dare to say that I can't afford to play, how about I play with you today in a big way?"


        "As you wish."


        "Okay, I'll put my words here, if I can't afford to play with this bitch of yours, I'll play my word backwards."


        After saying that, Fang Kun hooked his eyes and looked at Han Qianqian and said in a cold voice: "You must hold on, oh, die too quickly, then there is no point."


        "Let's not talk about whether you can kill me or not, even if you have that ability, you'll be dead before I'm dead." Han Qianqian laughed softly.


        "Just like your shameless mental energy, yes, I'll serve you an appetizer first, and then a main course when you're done, and then there's a good show tomorrow ......." He smiled grimly, followed by a big wave of his hand.


        A few male guards heard this and opened the cell door at once, followed by a handful of Han Qianqian grabbed up.


        Han Qianqian did not resist and let them take him, with a disdainful smile on his lips, "Do you really expect these few shrimp soldiers to be able to stop me?"


        "Naturally, they can't do anything to you, but do you think I'm unprepared?" Fang Kun smiled, very pleased with himself, "How about you try to transport your energy?"


        "You put poison before you came in, didn't you?" Han Qianqian laughed.


        Although the wind came in tasteless, Han Qianqian had already noticed that the black shadow at the end of the corridor was rustling a little before that gust of wind, but after hitting that wind came in, he was completely motionless.


        "The strange poison scattered by the eight poisons gathered in the Realm of Deserts is colorless and tasteless, perhaps it is of little use to ordinary people, but to experts it is a deadly presence because ...... it only works on a person's dantian."


        "In other words, the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the person will be troubled by its toxicity, don't blame me for not warning you, in a state like yours now, you'd better be a good boy and be a dead pig, otherwise, once you get lucky, you will bleed to death from your seven orifices."


        As soon as the words left his mouth, Fang Kun and the others laughed aloud.


        Han Qianqian also gave a bitter laugh, using poison to attack him? What was the difference between that and playing with a big sword in front of Lord Guan?


        The funniest thing was that these guys really seemed to think that they had him beat.


        When Fang Kun finished laughing, he shouted coldly, "Escort them down."


        Immediately afterwards, several male guards escorted Han Qianqian all the way to a torture room at the entrance.


        The walls were covered with all kinds of torture instruments, and even the other empty spaces were filled with all kinds of torture instruments of different sizes.


        It was obvious that many people had been tortured on this bed, and they were clutching the edge of the bed in pain, so that even the bed made of stone was extremely worn at the edges.


        A few men escorted Han Qianqian directly to the bed and then used chains to secure Han Qianqian's limbs to the bed.


        After doing this, Fang Kun and the others laughed coldly again.


        To them, Han Qianqian was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but a mere object in their hands.


        As for Han Qianqian, he was really curious to see what Fang Kun could do to play with himself.


        "Don't blame me for not saying so in advance, for every cut you make on me, I'm afraid that by then you'll have ten more cuts on your body, or even more ......" Han Qianqian laughed softly.


        "Damn it, all this dog look, still talk tough, give him the first dish."


        The words fell, a man on the spot took out a silver bottle about the size of his arm, while a dagger in his hand cold just flashing came over.


        After glancing at Fang Kun, who nodded at him, the man lifted the white glittering dagger on the spot and aimed it at Han Qianqian ......