Torture

Xie Pinggang looked impatient. How would the steward dare to dissuade him? He immediately brought the blade over.

Zhou Kaiyun's whole body trembled. He looked extremely pitiful.

Not long after, the blade was fetched.

It was taller than Zhou Kaiyun. Xie Pinggang threw the hilt to Zhou Kaiyun, "Take it, kid!" 

Zhou Kaiyun sat on the ground, the hilt pressed on his body directly. He held the hilt. He looked persistent and pitiful. He did not have the courage to stand up.

"What are you afraid of? Lift this thing up, hold it tight. Come, swing it at my neck," as Xie Pinggang spoke, he took off his cloak and pulled his clothes, revealing his thick neck.

Zhou Kaiyun pursed his lips.

He began to twitch.

Xie Pinggang looked at this kid's behavior and chuckled, "Is it that you can't reach me? Alright, I'll lie down. Is this enough?"