I'm really not an old sword

There were all kinds of torture instruments, such as branding irons, stoves, whips, needles... Some of them were familiar to Scheherazade, but most of them she had never seen before. However, when she saw them, she subconsciously understood what they were used for, and subconsciously thought in her mind how painful it would be for her to be tortured by those tools.

My body curled up subconsciously.

There was also the dark red bloodstain on the wooden chair that could not be washed off.

Scheherazade's eyes were filled with fear.

"don't want..."

If you were dragged there, you would definitely be living a life worse than death.

It was not until the chains moved and she felt that their goal was to walk along the corridor that Scheherazade regained a little strength.

He followed them more and more obediently.

I didn't ask where I was going. The only sounds in the silent corridor were five footsteps and the sound of chains shaking as they walked.

Until they arrived at an iron door where light could be seen through the iron windows.

"Sir, the people are here."

"come in."

It was a gentle and dignified female voice, and as soon as one heard it, one could imagine her noble appearance in gorgeous clothes.

The iron gate was opened. Although there was only dim candlelight, Scheherazade, who was accustomed to the darkness, couldn't help but close her eyes.

Until I was pulled to sit on a chair.

Only when the iron door slammed shut did she come back to her senses.

Looking at the person sitting opposite her, a hint of surprise flashed in Scheherazade's eyes.

She was a beauty as beautiful and noble as her voice.

She was wearing gorgeous clothes and a phoenix crown, had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was extremely beautiful, like an angel in this dark and depressing room.

As for the rest...

Scheherazade quickly lowered her head, fearing that any unnecessary movement might upset her, and she didn't even dare to look at the general structure of the dark room next to her.

"good."

Looking at Scheherazade's extremely obedient appearance due to fear, Guinevere smiled and nodded slightly.

"Name?"

"Scheherazade."

"weight?"

"58kg."

"height."

"168cm."

"Job agency."

"Caster."

"Measurements."

"..."

After hesitating for a fraction of a second, Scheherazade followed her heart and told her.

She didn't want to die, and she didn't want to suffer that inhuman torture. She was willing to do anything for this. She knew why the other party asked these irrelevant questions, and she also knew that her first priority was to show her submissive attitude.

Then Guinevere asked many irrelevant questions.

Some of Scheherazade's private issues made her feel ashamed.

"How many times have you masturbated since your advent?"

"No."

"Ok?"

"Really, really not! When I was following that person, I was under a lot of pressure and didn't think about that aspect. Then you caught me."

"What about before death? How many times a week?"

"Seven...seven times."

"Every day?"

"Yes, it is."

Hearing Guinevere's undisguised sneer that mocked her lewdness, Scheherazade lowered her head deeply.

"How many times have you done it with men? How many men have you had sex with?"

"I've never done it with a man."

Guinevere's voice became a little colder, and she said, "Do you think I don't know who you are?"

"Really! I really haven't done it with a man. If you've heard my story, you should understand how a normal person could marry a woman one day and then kill her the next day."

"That king, King Shahryar, didn't have that ability, and out of anger and shame, he used this method to cover up his flaws."

"Is that so?" Guinevere raised the corner of her mouth slightly. "No wonder it happens once a day. It turns out you're short of men."

Scheherazade felt even more ashamed upon hearing this, but facing the other party's undisguised humiliation, she could only bury her head deeply, not even a trace of resentment rising, let alone daring to rise.

"I can find you a man."

"No, no, I don't want..."

For the first time, Scheherazade shook her head in resistance.

She had strong desires, but she was also a loyal woman, otherwise she would not have remained a virgin after marrying the impotent king. Over the years, relying on her status as queen and her stunning appearance and figure, she could seduce princes, nobles, and strong guards into bed with just a flick of her finger.

"Are you rejecting me?" Guinevere narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Scheherazade's body instinctively trembled with fear, and she shook her head with a sobbing voice, "No, just, please, except this, I can promise you everything else, except this..."

"Is that so?" Guinevere gently nodded her red lips. After pondering for a moment, she smiled slightly under Scheherazade's pleading gaze and said, "Well, I'm not a demon after all."

"Although it's a bit wasteful, as long as you are willing to be a dog for me and His Majesty, I can decide on my own initiative not to find you a man."

Hearing such humiliating words, Scheherazade hesitated for a moment, but seeing Guinevere's increasingly dangerous eyes, she nodded hurriedly and said, "I do! I do!"

"Very good." Guinevere smiled pure and sunny, and said, "Then bark for me first, my good dog."

Scheherazade pursed her lips tightly.

"Ok?"

"I-I know."

Scheherazade gave a smile that was uglier than crying and was about to speak.

"Hmm..."

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door, approaching from afar.

"Your Majesty." The maid outside the door called respectfully.

The iron gate was opened and Lin Qingsu walked in.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

Guinevere stood up in surprise and threw herself into Lin Qingsu's arms like a young swallow.

Looking at Guinevere, who was as well-behaved as a Persian cat and seemed to be trying to please her master, Scheherazade was full of disbelief. She couldn't believe that this was the evil woman who had just trained her like a devil.

"how's it going?"

"She's very cooperative and even willing to be your puppy."

Lin Qingsu's face looked a little strange. She glanced at Scheherazade and saw the tears in her eyes. She seemed to understand something and rubbed the Persian cat's soft golden hair in annoyance, messing up the fur.

"Are you bullying me again?"

"No!"

'Snapped. '

"Woo?! Your Majesty is a bad guy."

Guinevere covered her buttocks with her hands, blushing, and glared at Lin Qingsu fiercely. However, after staring at each other for a while, she lowered her head in defeat and said with a pout, "It was just a scare, but...but I want a pet."

"I knew it. You should get out first."

Guinevere and the maids left the room one after another.

The iron gate is closed.

Scheherazade looked at Lin Qingsu's back, not knowing whether he was good or bad.

When Lin Qingsu turned around, Scheherazade quickly lowered her head.

The footsteps approached, and looking at the legs in her sight, Scheherazade subconsciously put her legs together.

"scared you?"

Scheherazade raised her head and looked at him blankly.

The voice is very gentle.

The smile was the same, a gentle smile as dazzling as the sun, and with a hint of helplessness and apology towards Guinevere's mischief.

He raised his hand.

Scheherazade subconsciously shrank her neck.

His hand rested on her head.

There was no pain, but a comfort I had never experienced before. It was just a touch on the head, but it was surprisingly reassuring.

"Don't listen to Guinevere's nonsense. She just likes to make jokes and scare people sometimes."

Scheherazade was silent for a moment and then said 'hmm'.

Looking at the man who was as bright as light in the endless darkness, Scheherazade's eyes showed emotions other than fear.

I suddenly thought, if the man Guinevere was talking about was him...

Lin Qingsu asked, "Are you willing to follow me?"

Scheherazade nodded heavily without hesitation.

Chapter 32: The Strange Female Pharaoh

Saw his smile.

Scheherazade threw herself helplessly into Lin Qingsu's arms.

As if grasping at the last straw, she grabbed his clothes and sobbed softly, and then her sobs gradually became louder.

It was as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances she had suffered during this period.

"Okay, it's okay."

Lin Qingsu gently stroked her back with a soft tone.

The smile on his face couldn't be wiped away.

It must be said that this is indeed a time-tested method used by our ancestors for thousands of years. One plays the good cop and the other plays the bad cop, and it is so easy to make Scheherazade surrender.

Of course, this method is mainly to give others a way out.

If someone is determined, they will ignore him and may even expose him on the spot. But if they encounter someone who already wants to surrender but just can't make up his mind, then this method is a magical skill, because they just lack a reason to surrender.

Feeling the delicate body trembling like a quail in his arms, Lin Qingsu knew that she was really scared.

But I don't think she can't see it.

Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.

What's more, Scheherazade was accompanied by a king who had a perverted hobby of killing his bride every day.

Scheherazade's IQ and EQ are definitely very high.

Not too timid either.