Chapter 43: The Evil Spirits of Hell

looked at Qingsi in horror, the pain in her body was far more than the pain in her heart.

She did not hesitate to come here with him for him, and even fell into the red dust, dealing with the powerful every day, just to be able to help him.

But he was so ruthless, he didn't feel any pity at all, and he wanted her life for the sake of another woman.

She hated, she hated him, hated his ruthlessness.

So... Then let's go to hell together!

The corners of his mouth curled into a cruel smile

"It's her who wants to leave, she said that you don't deserve to be by her side, she only loves Ye Xuange alone!"

grabbed Fang Le's clothes and questioned coldly

"That's what she said?"

The anger in his eyes made her feel dead, and the pain and cold made her shiver all over, and she gritted her teeth and insisted

"Yes...... She says she never loved you! ”

Slowly let go of Fang Le, and the cold air spread all over his body, filling the entire hall with a rich cold.

The corners of his mouth under the mask were hooked, and an incomparably bright smile was raised, and the killing intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Night Mystery Song... I wanted to let you go, but it looks like now you have to die... Only when you die will she be completely mine. ”

Listening to him mutter, the corners of Fang Le's mouth also flashed with cruelty.

Qingsi sent a large number of killers to look for them outside the city, and Fang Le also returned to his temple with his injured body.

Looking at the blood stains on his body, his eyes flashed with strong hatred.

came to the dungeon again, she wanted to vent, all the injuries and injustices she had suffered, she had to get it back from Ran Qiqi's body.

But the goal was that she fainted, covered in blood, and she was close to the support of the iron chain.

There was a trace of uncertainty in Fang Le's eyes, she couldn't let her die like this, she wanted her to live worse than death.

I walked over and probed my nose with my fingers, and I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, very good, not dead yet

"Hmph, it's your fate"

Hooked lips smiled and turned to go out.

When he came back, he followed a person, still like everyone in the stone hall, dressed in black and masked.

"Take care of her"

As he spoke, he took out two bottles of medicine from his body.

"One external, one internal, don't let her die"

After speaking, he glared at the person hanging on the wall

"This is the best gold sore medicine, it's cheap for you!"

After speaking, he strode away, leaving only the black-clothed masked man behind him.

The masked man in black took the medicine and glanced at the bloodstained woman on the wall, and walked over to ruffle her loose hair with a look of surprise

"It's you..."

When Qiqi felt a hot stinging pain coming from his body, as if he was in a sea of fire, he opened his eyes groggily.

It's still that dim and boundless dungeon, with endless despair in my heart.

God... Why don't you let me die yet.

Reluctantly, he closed his eyes again.

It's just that the blazing heat coming from under her body made her unable to ignore, and a pair of large hands touched her legs back and forth, and when they touched her scars, there were bursts of burning and pain.

Looking down, I saw a masked man dressed in black, busy on her lap, and the hot feeling came from his hand.

Every time I went to a wound, there would be intense heat and pain, and I couldn't help but sigh

"Hmm..."

The man crouching underneath paused, then stood up and looked at her

"You're awake!"

Then he took out the medicine bottle in his arms, poured out a pill and handed it to her mouth

"Ate this"

Looking at the brown pill, he opened his mouth and swallowed it without thinking about it.

"Aren't you afraid of poison?"

Instead of answering his question, he closed his eyes again, like a marionette, more like a walking dead.

If someone else is present, I will be surprised, at this time she is almost the same as the original Ye Xuange, only those who have experienced despair know what real despair is.

Seeing that she ignored her, the masked man flashed a trace of dissatisfaction, but continued to crouch down to clean her wounds.

The treatment on her legs was finished, but her upper body was wrapped in clothes, and she could only tear off the clothes that were sticking to her body little by little, and some of the clothes were stuck to the wounds, and a light pull brought out a large patch of bright red.

A hint of displeasure flashed across the masked man's face

"I'm going to take off your clothes so I can clean your wounds, it's a little painful, bear with it"

Seeing that she didn't react, he said again as if he couldn't get angry

"It's okay to kill you, it's not me, what do you care."

Although his mouth was ruthless, the strength of his hands was very light, and he cleaned up the rags of his clothes little by little, and began to apply that hot ointment to her again.

She felt the scorching heat again, and opened those beautiful eyes, but there was nothing but despair or despair in her eyes.

The strong stimulation made her want to scream, but she bit her lip and tongue and held back.

Compared to this pain, what is it related to the pain in the heart?

When she was naked, I saw that she did not have a trace of skin from her head to her calves.

There are hundreds of whip marks up and down, which are shocking, and each one has its skin and flesh, and it is bright red and tender.

The most serious thing is her face, half of which has a deep furrow to expose the white bones inside, which is already swollen and ugly.

The other half of his face was also slightly red and swollen, but it was intact.

Looking at her so broken body, an indescribable feeling appeared in the masked man's heart, and he looked at her in a complicated way.

The ointment-covered fingers lightly touched her cracked cheeks, cautiously, and a thin sweat appeared on his forehead from nervousness.

Feeling the heat and pain coming from her cheeks reminded her of yesterday's past, and her desperate eyes flashed with endless hatred.

She wants revenge...... She wants revenge... She wants to kill her with her own hands and avenge her dead child!!

She's going to kill Kiyoshi... She was going to kill Fang Le, and everyone here and in the Smoke Cloud Pavilion, slashing their flesh with a knife, ripping off their bones, and skinning them and drinking their blood!!

The strong hatred made her regain her vitality and make her mind wiser.

The killing intent emanating from her body made the masked man feel a little uncomfortable, and he looked at her deeply.

"You'd better heal your injuries first and then think about anything else, just like you, a cat can kill you"

Some disdainfully mocked her, trying to make her recognize the facts.

"Help me!"

A faint murmur came out of her mouth, and there was no supplication in her tone, but a kind of command.

"Snort... Why should I help you, you are a dying person, what good is it for me to help you"

"I can give you everything, I have the right to... There is money too! ”

The tone is firm, and there is a great deal of confidence.

Seeing her tone of voice in such an appraisal, the masked man retorted in a daze

"I don't need to"

She didn't say anything, just chuckled, but the smile involved the wound on her face, and fresh blood oozed out, and her hideous face made her look like a demon in the netherworld.

So miserable, but also so confident, the masked man said resentfully

"Let's wait until you're better!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.