Kuai Che raised his head and laughed: "I laughed at that Qin Shi Huang, what a heroic figure, so merciful but greedy in heart, cannibalistic when he succeeds, and ruthless in doing things. How could he have such a kind and soft-hearted son like you!"

"That's right, I have a kind heart and I can't change it."

Fusu stood up and waved people outside to come in.

"But my hands are already covered in blood and are no longer soft..."

"Especially for those sinners who have committed more serious sins than me, lest the world be in chaos!"

The guards bowed in front of them, and Fusu asked them: "After talking like this, is the fire burning up?"

"It's booming," the guard reported.

In the open space outside Fengsui, a huge pottery tripod is boiling with boiling water, and the heat is rising...

"good."

Fusu looked at Kuai Che, who was shivering from the cold, with mucus congealed on his face. It was hard to tell whether his expression was fearful or frightened, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Kuai has been freezing for several days. He has no clothes or brown clothes. He is extremely cold. It is really degrading. Let him warm up!"

Facing such a villain like Kuai Che, Fusu did not express hysterical hatred and rebuke. Instead, he was polite as the eldest son. He stretched out his hand as if to invite Kuai Che to a banquet.

The men in Liaodong are not very gentle. Some pull their arms, some lift their thighs. Some people complain that the pottery tripod is not big enough. I am afraid they have to chop off the limbs before they can be stuffed in...

Fusu just watched them go away gracefully:
Chapter completed!