The leather whip stained with the medicinal juice was whipped on the body, and the barb of the whip tail pierced into the flesh to create a bloody mouth, and the medicinal juice flowed down the bloody mouth into the body. Ω ┡ Literature Fans .

Wang Yan tensed his body and glared at Xue Ying with an extremely angry face.

Wei and Wei moved the torture rack and hung Xue Ying up.

The four eyes were facing each other, and tears had already blurred Xue Ying's eyes.

Onihime has been catching the eyes of the two, and her anger is even stronger, and she whips harder!

After a long time of whipping a stick of incense, Wang Yan's predecessor was already a blur of flesh and blood.

Xue Ying's tears had dried up, and her eyes were no longer sad and guilty, but became gentle.

Stupid woman! Wang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and turned his head sideways, this kind of look Wang Yan knew what it meant.

Ghost Ji also understood Xue Ying's eyes, snorted coldly, pulled out the soldering iron from the carbon furnace, and walked to Wang Yan.

"Young Master Wang, I'll give you a chance to live, are you either?"

Onihime's voice was full of charm.

Wang Yan glanced at her with a gloomy face.

Ghost Ji walked in front of Xue Ying with a soldering iron, and Ning Hong'er Mo Jiaojiao tore Xue Ying's gauze from both sides.

The snowy white skin was exposed, trembling slightly as the soldering iron approached.

"I'm not dead yet, why did I change people?" Wang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and snorted coldly.

"Young Master Wang, there is no grudge between you and me, in the final analysis, this girl is in trouble, and you are also implicated by her to fall to this point, as long as she dies, my anger will disappear, I will let you go, you say, kill her or not?" Oni Ji smirked, and the soldering iron shook lightly in front of Xue Ying.

A moment ago, he was trembling and dodged backwards, but now he suddenly straightened up and headed towards the soldering iron.

Xue Ying struggled violently, looking at the soldering iron with hopeful eyes.

"Aren't you the Five Phoenix Pavilion boasting that there are no living people under the eighteen tortures? Ghost woman, do you dare to gamble with me! ”

"How do you want to bet!" Onihime asked in a deep voice.

"If I am still alive after the Eighteen Laws, let her go!"

Onihime's eyes widened suddenly, and a wave of anger rushed up.

"Do you dare to bet!" Wang Yan said fiercely.

Wang Yan's words successfully stimulated the ghost hime.

"It's up to you to survive!"

The soldering iron turned around and pressed on Wang Yan's body suddenly.

This time, the soldering iron has no spikes, the iron surface is smooth, the same as an iron, and the ghost queen's technique is the same as ironing clothes, the hot red soldering iron swims in front of him, and the green smoke keeps rising.

Luck, charm, dragon, and spirit are okay, Ning Hong'er and Mo Jiaojiao have changed their faces, the two of them are the top brands in the Qinglou, they spend most of their time in the Qinglou, and they have also seen torture, but the cruelty is completely incomparable to today, especially ironing on the body with a hot red iron, today is the first time to see it.

There were a total of four soldering irons buried in the charcoal furnace, the first one was cold, and the second one, seeing that Wang Yan was still silent, pulled out the remaining two pieces in the furnace together.

The feeling of ironing the two soldering irons on his body was more painful than burning his body in a fire, and the corners of Wang Yan's mouth were overflowing with blood, and his internal organs seemed to have been ignited.

In addition to the accident, the three of them reacted, and the people who were tortured before either fainted or died after the first round, and those who survived to this round were able to survive the second soldering iron in a minority, and the feeling of the two together could not be imagined at all.

Ning Hong'er and Mo Jiaojiao had already wet their pants, if they were themselves, they would have already seen Hades at this moment.

The hot red soldering iron cooled down, and Ghost Ji threw away the soldering iron and met Wang Yan's eyes.

Wang Yan's expression was a little distorted, but his eyes were still bright, and his gaze at Ghost Ji was still sharp.

The smirk on Onihime's face faded.

"Put on the iron cloak!"

The four of them dug out two pieces of red-hot iron from another charcoal furnace.

Mei's hand was shaking, and the blood faded under the veil.

The four of them walked around Wang Yan and pasted two pieces of iron clothing on them.

Xue Ying watched it from the sidelines, and the frenulum in her mouth was already red with blood.

still endured it without saying a word, and the bloody wounds became miserable after the covered burning.

When the iron coat was peeled off, a layer of Wang Yan's skin was brought off.

"Hanging skin!"

Onithime pulls out a red-hot iron brush from the charcoal basin.

The red-hot iron skewers scraped against the body over and over again, and the white mist never broke.

Wang Yan's body was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, his eyes were blood-red, and blood oozed from his nostrils

After brushing a stick of incense, the brush was full of Wang Yan's flesh and blood.

Wang Yan's gaze was still firm.

Xue Ying's wrists and ankles were worn out because of the struggle, and the cuffs and legs were stained red with blood.

"Pour yourself!"

Wei poured a basin of dark green water on Wang Yan!

The water is warm and the pain is constant.

Wang Yan's body trembled violently.

Xue Ying's eyes were already a little misty.

This is not black jade paste! It's thorn grass juice! I once used it, cut a hole in the shoulders of those disobedient prostitutes in the Qinglou, and the first drop of juice went in, and the scene at that time is still fresh in my memory, and those with weak willpower fainted when they landed.

Thorn grass juice is ten times more powerful than black jade paste! I tasted the ink jade paste before, fainted in pain, and the feces and urine flowed together, and the pain Wang Yan suffered at this moment was unimaginable.

Why! Why would he rather die to protect himself? If he wanted to get himself, he would already be hers, but he didn't! Could it be that his life is heavier than his?

The next criminal law is scalding again, burning the thorn grass juice into the flesh and turning it into maggots on tarsal bones! The pain is unbearable.

The next criminal law became more and more cruel one by one, and a pot of red soup was poured in the middle, and it was scalded again.

The eighteen paths have now passed the tenth, and although Wang Yan's expression is tired, his eyes are still bright.

Wang Yan's breath was heavy at the moment.

Ghost Ji was panting, staring at Wang Yan coldly, and the hand holding the iron roller was trembling.

During the period, he asked more than once, as long as he let himself kill Xue Ying, he would let him go, but he just didn't say.

How could he give his life for Xue Ying? No way! He definitely had another purpose! Everything a man does is for the sake of exploitation! Possessive! There can be no sincerity!

Xue Ying had two lines of blood on her face, her tears had turned pale red, she was no longer struggling, and her eyes were fixed on Wang Yan.

He is different from other men, Xue Ying thinks that she has seen many men, and every man tries his best to get close to him and then spend time with him**, toying, and possessing him.

Only him, just a hint of amazement is untouched.

On Liangshan, he never asked for the slightest return for what he said to himself and the concern he paid.

In the palace, even if he dedicated himself to him, he couldn't let him stay for a moment.

Perhaps, as the rumors say, he hated the Wind and Dust Woman.

I wish I hadn't been sold into Wufeng Pavilion, and I hope that I was a good man, even if I was willing to be a slave and a maid by his side.

When she met him, Xue Ying began to hate her identity, but she has been in the dust for many years, and she is destined, how to change it? Maybe this life is destined to be fateful, thinking of this, I envy Liu Yan'er a little.

Xue Ying never thought that there would be a person who would sacrifice his life for himself, even if he dreamed of it, but at this moment he was in front of him, he had a lot of things to say to him, but he couldn't say it, I don't know if he would die in the next criminal law, maybe the words in his heart can't be conveyed in this life.

If he goes, he will go with him, just ask God to give him a clean identity in the next life, so that he can meet him, even if he is a cow and a horse, he has no regrets.

Ning Hong'er's expression was a little complicated, although she resented Wang Yan in her heart, but his performance at the moment made all the women's hearts tremble, and she looked at Xue Ying tied to the torture rack with a trace of envy.

If there is a man who is willing to give his life for himself, it is worth dying.

A touch of profundity flashed in Mo Jiaojiao's eyes, which was fleeting, and her eyes were fixed on Wang Yan.

Ghost Ji is constantly punishing, and she is already a little crazy in the eyes of everyone, and it is rare to see Ghost Ji personally punishing her, and Wang Yan is the first man to do it in person.

Wang Yan's flickering gaze was the catalyst for the burning of the ghost queen's emotions.

The Onihime wanted him to give in, to hear him scream and beg for mercy.

His every move is different from what he thinks, and Onihime wants to prove that his mother's words are right, and that men are not good things!

In the end, the torture tools on the torture rack ran out, and Oni Ji's hand was empty, and she was stunned for a moment when she looked at the empty torture rack.

He carried all seventeen tortures!

Everyone present was stunned.

The last penal line is one hundred and twenty-eight bone nails.

Ghost Ji looked at Wang Yan with a pale face, the eighteen criminal laws of the Five Phoenix Pavilion, each of which was extremely cruel!

Five Phoenix Pavilion has been decades! No one survives the torture of the 10 criminal laws.

Today, someone has carried the seventeen criminal laws, and he is in front of him, he is still alive, and everything he does is for a woman.

Do you want to continue the execution, if he survives, then the gambling contract just now...

He must not be able to survive, one hundred and eight fire nails into the body will definitely die! There was no way he would have survived! He... There is no way to survive.

Looking at Wang Yan's firm gaze, the confidence in his heart slowly dissipated.

Onihime turned around and glanced at Xue Ying, her face was full of gentleness, without the slightest fear of death.

Onihime's hands are shaking! His gaze slowly became firm.

Step by step, walk around the stove full of copper nails and pick up a red-hot copper nail with iron tongs!

Slowly walked back to Wang Yan, snatched the copper hammer from the hand of the man, looked at each other, and firmly met the fierceness.

Hiss! Bite... Bite... Bite...

Ghost Ji hammered the copper ingot into Wang Yan's body with one hammer after another, starting with his hand.

The palm was pierced with a copper nail, and then it ran down the arm.

Two! Three! Four!

When he nailed the tenth, Onihime's hand began to tremble.

When it was nailed to the thirtieth root, Onihime's whole body was trembling.

When the fiftieth root is nailed, Onihime feels like she will faint at any moment...

The lights in the dungeon still burned silently, beating from time to time.

Ning Hong'er and Mo Jiaojiao had already fallen to the ground and hugged their bodies tightly.

Except that the skew is still persistent.

Charm, Dragon, and Spirit have fallen to their knees.

Is he really human? A pampered rich young master can resist to such a degree.

The Wang Yan in front of him had completely subverted the information that Wufeng Pavilion had collected before.

He is strong in martial arts, he can repel Zhang Qingsong, he dared to go to the banquet single-handedly in order to save people, and now he is still trying to save people, and he does not hesitate to suffer the eighteen tortures of Wufeng Pavilion.

The women in the prison have seen too many men, and today, the man in front of them has completely subverted their view of men.

When the nail reached the ground ninety, the ghost queen finally ran out of strength.

The iron tongs and the copper hammer fell to the ground, and the ghost queen sat down in front of Wang Yan.

"Why?" Ghost Ji had a gloomy face and asked out loud, as if talking to herself, more like questioning Wang Yan.

"Thirty-eight left!"