"Does it hurt?"

An indifferent voice asked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiao Tian grinned, his face was twisted, and he puffed up high, so uncomfortable that the corners of his mouth twitched, and he hurriedly replied: "It hurts." ”

His originally fair little face became red, swollen and ugly at this time, and he felt hot.

However, this kind of punishment is not because Xiao Tian did anything wrong, on the contrary, he did nothing, and the reason why he suffered this crime is that he must accept it every day.

Every day, in addition to being abused, abused, he was fucking, abused.

It was none other than his nominal master Bing Yu'er who screwed his face.

Bing Qi'er is a beautiful and graceful woman, although her posture is outstanding, but she has always been ruthless, and her outstretched onion fingers put on the soft flesh of Xiao Tian's cheeks, clamped it fiercely, twisted it, and asked again: "Does it hurt?"

The corners of Xiao Tian's mouth twitched, "It hurts." ”

Bing Qi'er twisted it again, and asked lightly, "Why don't you cry when it hurts?"

Xiao Tian: "If you cry and don't let go, what's the use of me crying?"

"Good. If you don't cry, I'll continue to screw. ”

Xiao Tian asked in a trembling voice, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

Bing Qi'er was stunned for a moment, a faint look flashed in her eyes, and then she leaned her face closer to Xiao Tian, looked at it carefully for a long time, did not respond to his question, but said strangely: "I want to thank the people who gave you pain, they sharpen your body, strengthen your spirit, and give you the strength to live in the face of any difficulties and desperate situations." ”

As she said this, she increased the force in her hand at the same time, and Xiao Tian's face twitched violently, almost no different from being electrocuted.

Just when the master and apprentice were in cordial contact, in the same courtyard, not far from the two, there was a small temple with a plaque on the lintel, and the words of Xuandu Temple could be vaguely recognized.

If Bing Qi'er noticed, her beautiful eyes turned coldly, and when she saw that it was the old man looking at her, her face softened slightly, but she said, "Dad, he doesn't cry." ”

The old man in black and white still squinted his eyes, grinning when he heard the words, revealing a row of yellow and spotted old teeth, uneven, and there were still a few old ones in the tooth row, revealing holes, which looked quite funny.

However, the old man suddenly said a word, and the funny atmosphere was immediately broken: "Hey, hey, the girl is just useless, the heart is too soft, I knew this, Lao Tzu would have had another son back then." ”

Bing Qi'er was stunned, slowly withdrew her eyes, turned to look at Xiao Tian, and didn't say anything, but the look on her face became more and more indifferent, and the hand that twisted Xiao Tian's face gradually tightened.

Xiao Tian was silent.

If this Nima is soft-hearted, what the fucking heart looks like when he is ruthless?

…………

At night.

Xiao Tian gently and carefully stroked his swollen face with a trembling hand, and every time he touched it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch violently.

He staggered back to his room with heavy steps.

"Bang dang!"

He slammed the door open. He didn't bother to close the door, so he stumbled to the edge of the bed and sat down.

After being abused for a day, it was really uncomfortable, and I didn't even bother to move.

But fortunately, he was not the only one in the house, there was also a woman, that is, his maid. The maid was given to him by Bing Qi'er, and his appearance is naturally not ugly, and he is taller than him, and his name is Fei'er.

Phil was seventeen years old. Xiao Tian was thirteen years old.

From the first day here, Fei'er knew that the other party was the master and she was a slave. Now that the master had returned from a day of sin, she immediately brought out the footbath that she had prepared long ago.

There was hot water in the basin, so he took off his shoes and soaked his feet. After waiting for a while, Xiao Tian's expression recovered slightly, and Fei'er went outside for a trip, and then brought a bowl full of rice.

The meal was very light, just green vegetables and white rice, almost no oil and water, Xiao Tian was growing his body, and when he glanced at the bowl, his brows furrowed.

He didn't blame Fei'er for anything, after all, the place he was in was special, although the small courtyard where he was located was inconspicuous, but it was built behind the famous Tianyin Temple, and the two were only separated by a wall.

It stands to reason that an existence like Tianyin Temple would not allow other buildings to be built next to the temple, but the strange thing is that this small mansion was built here, and no one objected to it.

Tianyin Temple is full of monks, eating fasting and reciting Buddha. Every month, the temple sends people to deliver rice and vegetables, which are also the food source for the people in the temple. But it is conceivable that there will be no meat to eat when the monks send them.

In fact, even if he had meat, he couldn't eat it, because his face was swollen, and when the corners of his mouth moved, he felt a hot and sharp pain.

Xiao Tian was silent for a moment, handed the bowl back to Fei'er, reached into his arms and fumbled for a long time, and took out a small box as green as jade.

The small box is three inches long and two fingers wide, and it feels cool to the touch, and after opening the lid, some crystal ointment inside is revealed. The ointment didn't smell like anything, but it was chilling.

This box of Beiyuan Lingyu Paste was given to him by Bing Mi'er, who would abuse him every day, but would also give him some things to dispel injuries and relieve pain. This approach is very contradictory, but in Xiao Tian's opinion, that bad woman is purely to abuse herself, and the reason why she gives this ointment is that she is afraid that she will not have a target for abuse when she dies.

"Humph!"

Xiao Tian snorted angrily, but accidentally touched the sore spot, and immediately convulsed in pain, and hurriedly scraped a little ointment with his fingers, and gently applied it to the wound.

He didn't have a mirror, he couldn't see the wounds, he could only apply a rough one, Fei'er saw it in his eyes, stepped forward to take the ointment, and said softly: "Master, I'll come." ”

Xiao Tian nodded and didn't say anything.

Fei'er gathered the head of the sideburns, dipped the ointment lightly with her fingers, slowly probed to his cheeks, and applied it evenly on the wounds, while wiping it, she looked carefully, her eyes were shining, and she asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Tian's body trembled, and when he heard this sentence about whether it hurts, he subconsciously shuddered, and immediately remembered those terrible memories of the day, and his body shrank involuntarily.

Fei'er was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Tian didn't reply, just silent, and after a while, his expression suddenly gradually changed, his eyes were deep and dark, and his eyes looked at her faintly.

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant.

After a few breathing pauses.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and stroked Fei'er's face, Liu Er was at a loss, and at this moment, he suddenly twisted her slightly flushed cheeks and twisted it hard!

Fei'er was stunned by this sudden change and stayed there for a while.

Xiao Tian asked, "Does it hurt?"

Fei'er's tears almost hurt, she has always been weak, where has she suffered such an encounter, and hurriedly replied: "It hurts"

Xiao Tian was expressionless, still twisting her cheeks coldly, twisting them, and asked again, "Does it hurt?"

The corners of Fei'er's mouth twitched: "It hurts." ”

Xiao Tian twisted it again, and asked lightly, "Why don't you cry when it hurts...... Belch. ”

Before she finished speaking, tears fell down one by one on Fei'er's face like pearls with broken threads.

Tears dripped on Xiao Tian's hand, Xiao Tian's hand shook, and quickly retracted, as if he was startled by this cool feeling, the strange darkness in his eyes quietly faded, and then returned to his original pupil color, and looked at Fei'er in a daze.

Fei'er burst into tears, sobbing and sobbing, but she didn't say anything, but she shouted indignantly in her heart: "You yourself are angry, why do you want to sprinkle it on me?"

Xiao Tian didn't know how to comfort the girl, he was a little flustered, and after hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand again and tried to touch Fei'er's face.

Fei'er turned her face away, and finally couldn't help but say a word, with undisguised disdain in her tone: "A guy who has no interest will only be angry with his own woman!"

Xiao Tian paused, slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his head and was silent, but his palm was silently clenched.

On the arm, the green tendons burst out!

…………

The next day, it was another cool day, but to some people, it was faintly gloomy.

Bing Mi'er came out of his boudoir and stretched his waist, Miaoman's body immediately stood out, the convex convexity, the pretty pretty, especially the tender little waist, was just a stretching activity, it was bent into an exaggerated arc, and the snow-white complexion faintly exposed in the placket almost made the nose bleed.

After stretching her waist, a playful look flashed on her face, but she immediately disappeared, put on an arrogant appearance, and said coldly: "Little ghost, come here." ”

Xiao Tian silently walked up to her.

Bing Qi'er patted his cheek, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Xiao Tian replied, "Okay." ”

After applying the ointment, after a night's time, his cheeks have recovered, and he can't see the bloated appearance of yesterday at all, but even so, after being slapped twice, he still feels a little uncomfortable, and he subconsciously shakes.

Bing Qi'er sneered, and then her face gradually turned cold, "Then I'll start." She patted Xiao Tian's cheek with her hand, and suddenly changed, immediately twisting the tender flesh on his face, exerting the pain hard.

She asked, "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Tian trembled.

Scenes from last night's events flashed through my mind, and Fei'er's words echoed over and over again: "Guy who has no future...... Guy who didn't make a living......"

Bing Qi'er was a little surprised, she asked again but did not respond, which made her feel a little different, she twisted Xiao Tian's face and looked at it carefully, she didn't feel that it was different from usual, so she increased her strength and asked again: "Does it hurt?"

Stimulated by the pain, Xiao Tian suddenly came back to his senses, looked up at her silently, did not speak, but slowly raised his hand, reached Bing Qi'er's cheek, and touched it gently.

Bing Yi'er was stunned.

Since the beginning of the abuse, this kid has been honestly enduring it, but this is the first time she has made such a move, and she has not reacted for a while.

Xiao Tian suddenly exerted force, his hand tightened, and he twisted it fiercely on Bing Qi'er's cheek!

Hiss!

In the corners of the surrounding area, there was a sound of gasping air, and it seemed that he was also frightened by his bold move.

Bing Qi'er was stunned for a moment, and then reacted and shouted, "Ah!"

The high scream was full of anger, making people's ears tingle faintly, a cold anger exploded from her, and the hosta on her head exploded with a bang, and the full head was immediately spread out, wantonly, as if the female devil was venting her inner anger on this world, and the surroundings suddenly became much colder. Even the ground was silently covered with a thin layer of ice.

Xiao Tian's heart sank.

Bing Yi'er just wants to slap him to death now.

At that moment, a voice suddenly came.

"Ahem......"

The black-clothed and white-clothed old man in the Xuandu Temple was still smiling and watching the excitement on the recliner, and when he saw that his daughter was about to soar, he actually coughed pretendedly. The old voice was quite playful, but the anger quietly dissipated with the sound of coughing.

Bing Qi'er was suffocated, and the raised slap failed to fall on Xiao Tian's face, so she stopped abruptly, she glared at the old man fiercely, turned to look at Xiao Tian, and couldn't wait to eat him raw, she popped out two words from between her teeth: "There is a kind!"

Xiao Tian's hand was still twisted on her face, and when she heard this sentence that was not a compliment, she raised her eyebrows, but without replying, she suddenly increased the force on her hand, twisted it hard, and responded to this woman silently.

Bing Qi'er's anger is not trivial, almost to the extent of no return, she laughed angrily, and said coldly: "Good, good, good!"

Before the words fell, she raised the slap and waved it fiercely, the sleeve was thrown out, and a strong wind swept out, and there were two large bluestones side by side in the yard not far from the two, each of which weighed two hundred pounds, and under the flick of this sleeve, it was all up and moved outward.

In the center of the courtyard, there was a plane tree, and two pieces of bluestone fell suddenly and fell in the shade of the tree.

Bing Qi'er didn't say a word, twisted Xiao Tian's face and led him over. Xiao Tian refused to let go, still twisting her cheeks, the posture of the two looked a little weird and funny, but after all, it was Bing Qi'er's deep internal strength, and he actually twisted Xiao Tian's face to lift him up.

To say that it doesn't hurt, that's impossible.

The corners of Xiao Tian's eyes twitched vigorously, and his teeth were almost crushed, but he couldn't hold back his tears.

…………

In Tianyin Temple, there is a King Kong Buddha Tower, the tower is thirteen floors high, there are eight hundred golden bells hanging on the eaves, and the wind blows like a phoenix. On the twelfth floor of the tower, an old monk meditates cross-legged on the eaves of the tower, listening to the ringing of golden bells and silently meditating.

The wind blew through his robe, through his long eyebrows, through his gray beard, and he stood still, his face wrinkled, like the bark of a tree that had gone through the ages, dry.

Beside him, there was a young monk, with fair skin, bright eyes, and a moon-white robe, which made people feel a little thin, but he did not despise him in any way. He was also closing his eyes and meditating, and suddenly, the young monk frowned, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the north side of the temple from a distance.

At the edge of his pupils, there was a faint golden sheen. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, his face was a little unbearable, more confused, and muttered, "Amitabha." ”

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