Li Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately denied, "I'm not scared."
Fu Jing looked at Li Yuan's trembling fingers and scoffed disdainfully, "If you're not afraid, then you should try the torture devices yourself. For instance, slicing off your flesh piece by piece, or whipping your flesh into a pulp..."
Li Yuan roared in anger, "Shut up, shut up, just shut up! I've been so good to you all these years, but how are you treating me now? Fu Jing, you're nothing but an ingrate!"
Fu Jing stared coldly at Li Yuan, his face and neck reddening with anger, and retorted sharply, "You say you've been good to me?"
For the first time, Li Yuan saw Fu Jing angry with him, which left him somewhat dumbfounded as he stammered, "Haven't I?"
