A basin of cold water poured straight down, and I shivered with coldness, trying to wrap my hands around to give warmth, but I was far from being able to do so.

My hands were chained, and the heavy shackles were clutching my skin, and it hurt. When I finally opened my eyes, there were still droplets of water pouring down my eyelashes.

I looked around, and it was all made of stones, and it was so dark that I couldn't catch anything. "Can anyone sue me if this is there?" I shouted hoarsely, and after a few calls, I still couldn't respond, I gave up shouting, saved my body, and turned my eyes to look around. I want to find some Karakumi so that I can get out of here.

The light only came from the cracks in the top platform, and even the best of the eyesight was in vain. I sighed, but didn't cry. Suddenly, something liquid flowed to my mouth, and I didn't suppress my thirst, so I stuck out my tongue and licked it.

"Phew, it's fishy, what the hell is this?" I stuck out my tongue and spat in disgust. The floodgates of memory opened, didn't I get lost, and then my father found me, no, that person was not my father at all. And then, then? Originally, there was no pain in the head, but when I thought about it, it hurt my scalp. A few more drops of liquid flowed down, but this time not down the river but in drips.

What exactly is this place? I can't think of it, the only thing I can do is wait and see. The sensitive ear picked up the sound and transmitted it along the brain waves. It was the sound of the gates opening, accompanied by the sound of brisk footsteps slowly approaching. Judging from the sound, there are not many people who come, and it seems that they are single-handed. The man was carrying a lamp, and in this dark stone house, the light was really outstanding. The astigmatism slowly gathered into a beam and spread directly.

I was used to dark eyes, and I was suddenly stimulated by bright light, and I seemed a little confused. The lamp bearer walked in, and the light hit her face, and I finally got a good look at her. is obviously a young woman, and her facial features are also very exquisite, but the fierceness between her eyebrows and eyes has damaged her beauty.

She didn't even want to give me a look, she turned her back and said, "Still alive?" "Hmm." I replied weakly, and she suddenly came over and the venomous face was in front of me, and my eyes widened, but she smiled wickedly. "You know, I've loved him for three years, and that slut is just a demon, a lowly demon. Why can she be favored by him alone, why. ”

The slut in her mouth doesn't need to ask, since it is me who is being tied, then the slut in her mouth must have an extraordinary relationship with me. I looked at her coldly and listened to her wanton babbling. Her hand forcibly broke my face and said, "This face is really like that slut, the same as the appearance is pure and the heart is debauched. "My claws are tied, and it's hard to get up and slap her in the face, but since her face is so close to me, she can't take the lead. So I vented my anger that had been gathering for a long time to her in the form of saliva. She was almost unsuspecting, and she slapped me almost subconsciously with her hand.

I suddenly wanted to laugh, so I laughed out loud, and licked the blood from the corner of my mouth as I pretended to enjoy it, it tasted fishy, but it was very memorable, the first time I was beaten? When she saw that I didn't take her seriously at all, she was even more angry, and pulled my hair back, and my head hit the back wall directly, it hurt, but it wasn't worth crying, so I could only choose to hold back.

We looked at each other, and there was nothing but hatred in her eyes, and fearlessness in my eyes. It's not fearlessness, it's indifference. After a long time, her eyes refused to let me go, and she began to fall into her memories, and talked about her "love history" by herself. I was watching a play, and I listened to what she said, and I watched her dance when she was emotional. It turned out that this product was the same kind of wolf, but she was not a snow wolf, just a hybrid coyote.

The person she had in mind was my father, and the one she called a slut was my unmasked mother. It's just unrequited love, what's so hypocritical. If you love me, if my mother is a junior, it is still forgivable for me to be caught this time.

But, what is it? What kind of face hatred does a person have for unrequited love, and what kind of face revenge does he have? I've just met a who still looks good, or a poisonous woman who has forgotten who she is. She once said that my mother is a lowly demon, so what about her, can she be called a noble animal? I'm a little helpless, what are these women thinking about all day long, can they get what they want if they tear up the ticket for me? Do they think that in this way they can keep someone who doesn't love her for them?

"Why, you don't talk anymore, you're afraid, are you afraid that I'll kill you?" "I'm just looking at you." "Look at me, what, she asked, glancing at me with her spare eyes." Look at you. I said with a smile. Am I sprinkled? It's really as cheap as your mother. ”

I stared into her eyes and said seriously: "You have crossed paths with my mother, if not, then you are not qualified to comment." "How could I have an intersection with that slut, Xiao Lang protected her very tightly, and I only met her once, but the woman who can get Xiao Lang is by no means idle, and I don't know how many charm tricks I have used in private." She said that her fingernails were digging into her skin when she was excited.

"You are so one-sided, just for this reason, you hate her, just because my father loves her and doesn't love you?" "Yes, I love him so much, I love him so much. She sat slumped on the floor, her fingers gesturing unaware of what. She looked up from time to time and said, "He, the first time I saw him, I thought I was going to make up my mind about this man, but he didn't even have the gift to look at me." From time to time, he lowered his head and said, "What is good about her, and what is inferior to hers is what I have." "I think she's a little crazy. Quickly recalled her thoughts, after all, I don't want to be ruined at the hands of a madman.

I said, "Look at yourself, what is there to fight with her, don't chase those who don't love you, and if you catch them, it's just a matter of coming." She stood up and began to pace from side to side, and said in a hoarse voice: "All these years, I have been silently guarding him here, sometimes looking at him from a distance, thinking that when she died, my opportunity would come." But you still let him fall in love, and I still haven't entered his life without a gap, and this qiē is all thanks to you. "Hehehehehe~ I laughed, this ridiculous theory is really unheard of. Unrequited love has evolved into a state of hatred, either the love is too crazy or too stupid.

My laugh clearly angered her, and she began to choke my neck, slowly pushing harder. Whenever I couldn't breathe, she let go a little, and so on, repeatedly. At this moment, I understood what it was like to live and die. Her laughter echoed through the empty stone house like a spell. After having enough of the pain of this kind of ice and fire, life and death, I chose to raise my head and whisper in her ear when she shot again: "Don't you dare to kill me, it's really weak to play this kind of trick." ”

This time, instead of getting as angry as I had hoped, she calmly let go of the hand around my neck. She poked my face with her sharp nails, then slid down my skin so hard that it was soon stained with bright red blood.

The corner of her mouth smiled and said: "Agitation method, it's useless, what I want is for you to slowly endure all kinds of torture, I haven't played enough, how can you die with peace of mind?" "I calculated in my heart, this girl really deserves to be a typical representative of the poisonous woman world, and this kind of "play slowly" move is only played by them. She took out a blue and white porcelain from her blue cuffs, which looked very delicate, and the style was a bit like a medicine bottle.

I saw that she held the bottle with one hand, gently twisted the wooden cork with two fingers, and then poured some powdery objects from the bottle and placed it in the palm of her hand. She half-crouched, palms at my face, and blew the powdery objects through. For some reason, my wounded face was burning in excruciating pain, and I could even see blood churning on my face with my lowered eyes. The curvature of her mouth is even more exaggerated, like a torn rainbow bridge. I can bear all this, and these pains cannot be revealed in front of others, let alone in front of those who hate me. I bit my lower lip with my teeth without making a sound**. It doesn't matter if I'm stubborn, it's okay to say I'm reckless, I'm just insisting on deciding that these people don't deserve to see my pain.

She didn't hear the expected misery** as she expected, and said in surprise: "This is bone erosion powder, as long as the uncoagulated blood is stained with a little bit, there will be the pain of pulling out the skin and bruising the bones." She glanced at me and continued: "You, are you dead or no pain, why don't you scream, I want to listen to you, say that you are in pain, beg me for mercy, as long as you make me happy, maybe I can make you feel better." ”

She pressed her neck around my face and commanded viciously. My lower lip had just been bitten, and the blood was backing up into my mouth, and I had absorbed enough of it and sprayed it on the face that was close at hand, almost distorted.

Last time it was a baptism of saliva, this time it was a blood wash, and I was very kind to her. She wiped the blood stains attached to her face with her hand, and slapped her again, this time the force was obviously a little big, my tooth was directly knocked out, and the blood was wandering in my mouth again, I didn't think about anything and choked directly, still silent.

I want to remember this kind of taste, and I can't forget this kind of suffering. I twisted my head back to the left and looked straight at the man, as if trying to see through the color of the heart hidden in her skin. When she saw my dead appearance, her patience was a little exhausted, and she called directly: "Come on." ”

Then, two men walked in, knelt down and said, "Miss Ziran, what do you command?" ”

"Let's play...... Remember not to die...... After saying that, the poisonous woman walked away with the lamp again. A qiē seems to have regained its calmness, as if it has not experienced waves. But the sudden burst of laughter in my ears was telling me that what was waiting for me was not so simple.