Chapter 1501 Stop, Tyrant 38

Bei Yutang hooked her lips and smiled, "It's okay."

When everyone saw that she dared to speak like this, the one in their hearts was called shock.

The people they were present, even Long Yi and Long Er, whom Feng Chi relied on most, dared not talk to him like this, let alone look him in the face.

Her calmness, her calmness, really made everyone look at him with shock and admiration.

Feng Chi raised her eyebrows slightly, "Come here, execute all the people in the imperial pantry. Even a female slave would dare to let this king eat the food."

Long Er's guard immediately left.

Bei Yutang was angry in her heart, but there was no anger on her face. Because she knew that if she scolded him or interceded for them, she would only strengthen the tyrant's determination to kill them.

Bei Yutang smiled and said, "It turns out that my king, who is so high above, now knows what kind of food he ate before. Those chefs should really be killed. They dare to fool my king like this."

Feng Chi asked with great interest, "How do you think we should deal with it?"

"Of course it's a thousand cuts." Bei Yutang replied with a smile.

Gesang was shocked again when he heard Bei Yutang's words. She couldn't imagine that such vicious words would come out of her mouth.

The corner of Feng Chi's lips twitched, "This is what you want, and this king does what you want. Long Er, tell me to go on."

Bei Yutang was secretly anxious.

Damn, why doesn't he contradict himself.

"My King Shengming." Bei Yutang still kept a light smile on her face.

Feng Chi looked at the forbearance in her eyes, although she hid it well, she couldn't escape his eyes after all. She wanted to save those cooks, but he was not what she wanted.

Seeing that he had no intention of letting go of those cooks, Bei Yutang already had a bad premonition in his heart.

Perhaps, the tyrant had already guessed her intentions.

"Since Your Majesty said I want to follow my wishes, I think it's too ordinary to cut a thousand pieces of swords, and there is nothing new. How can I change it to another."

Feng Chi was in good spirits, "Which one?"

"Since they are cooks, why not let them use their cooking skills to decide their own life and death. Whose cooking skills can conquer everyone, he has the right to decide other people's life and death and how to die, wouldn't it be more interesting."

Feng Chi tapped the table with her fingers, as if thinking about the feasibility of her method.

Bei Yutang's face was calm and calm, but her heart was extremely nervous.

Feng Chi was moody, she couldn't see through it at all.

Feng Chi's gloomy gaze swept across her face, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "This king thinks it's better to be stabbed with a thousand swords."

Bei Yutang's heart sank, and he was already sure that he must have known his intentions.

He has been playing with her.

He hadn't even thought about letting go of those chefs.

No matter what her attitude was, whether she really wanted them to die or if she wanted them to live, he would never let them go.

The smile on Bei Yutang's lips converged.

Feng Chi's transformation was not surprising at all.

"The method of their death has already been chosen, and now it's your turn. Guess, do you want to be slashed with a thousand swords or five horses?" Feng Chihao looked at her calmly.

Bei Yutang asked calmly, "Are you letting me choose?"

"Yes. Choose the way you want to die."

Bei Yutang smiled and said: "Then I have to think carefully about how to make my death less painful. A glass of poisonous wine is no good, no, it is too painful. Hanging is also painful, no no no no. "