Syllable! Syllable!

Whip after whip on Wang Yan's chest. 『 Ω 『 Literature 『 Mystery .*

Wang Yan gritted his teeth and let the leather whip whip whip without making any sound.

If you don't admire it, you can't do it, the ghost queen seems to be weak, this whip has been whipped for more than half an hour, not to mention two hundred whips, and someone else is already whipping the corpse at the moment!

Wang Yan's chest has been beaten and broken.

Salt water was poured a few times in the middle, and the pants were already stained red with blood, but the wound was disinfected, but it felt a little sour.

The charm and the spirit watched the whole process, except for the charm, the other three girls didn't feel anything, after all, it was not the first time to watch torture.

Wang Yan's expression was a little stiff, and there were water droplets on his forehead, and he couldn't tell whether it was salt water or sweat.

Onihime threw the whip into the salt water bucket beside her, her chest heaving, her breathing was heavy and rapid, and her face was full of anger.

"This whip, can Young Master Wang still use it?" Ghost Ji raised her head and looked at Wang Yan with a grim gaze.

Wang Yan didn't answer, Ghost Ji was angry at this time, in case any of her words hit her anger, she didn't know what would happen.

Seeing that Wang Yan didn't reply, Ghost Ji was even more angry and walked to the salt water bucket, took out the leather whip and continued to whip it.

This time, not only did he shine on his chest, but his vitality was full of vitality, and even his most vulnerable place was not spared.

After another half an hour, Ghost Ji finally exhausted her strength and threw the whip at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan still didn't say a word, silently endured the punishment of the ghost queen, what he had to do was endure! Stay alive! Then look for an opportunity to escape from here.

Wang Yan's calm and relaxed atmosphere is in stark contrast to the ghost Ji's coquettishness.

Ghost Ji slowly walked in front of Wang Yan, looked at him fixedly, and gritted her teeth.

"I'll let you live but not die!"

Onihime's words were cold to the bone.

When it fell into Wang Yan's ears, there was an extra layer of feeling, and her tone and tone were a little like she was angry! Is she angry with herself? What kind of gas to bet on?

Maybe it was because she had experienced some tragic experience before, Wang Yan felt it at the peeping immortal banquet, and Wang Yan confirmed her guess here in the Jiaoluan Palace, she was a little girl with a story, and her body was full of entanglements.

Inadvertently, Wang Yan showed a trace of pity.

Unfortunately, this mercy was captured by Onihime.

Ghost Ji's expression froze instantly, and there was a hint of fierceness in her gaze when she looked at Wang Yan.

Slowly retreating step by step, and finally bumped into the shelf where the torture equipment was placed, Oni Ji lowered her head and saw the black jade paste in her hand.

With trembling hands, he picked up the black jade paste, and his eyes showed a hideous color.

"I'm going to see how long you can last!" Onihime said, reaching into the black jade ointment.

"Pavilion Master!" The four of them exclaimed in unison.

Ghost Ji turned a deaf ear, grabbed a handful of black jade paste, rushed to Wang Yan's side, and pressed it hard.

Wang Yan, who has a strong endurance for pain, at the moment when the ink jade paste touched the wound, his body stiffened suddenly, and his eyes widened! If you hadn't been prepared, you gritted your teeth, and you were afraid that you would have to roar out.

I underestimated the power of torture in this era! This black jade paste is no worse than the chemical torture in the previous life.

The signal of pain was constantly impacting the brain, Wang Yan clenched his fists, his body trembled violently, and his face showed pain.

Onihime smiled! The smile was very cold, very crazy, very proud, his hands were together, and he filled the black jade paste into Wang Yan's wound, looking at Wang Yan's slowly distorted expression, the expression became more and more fanatical and happy.

The pain kept tearing Wang Yan's consciousness! The more violently the body trembled.

Wang Yan didn't know how he survived, how long he survived, in short, he survived.

Blood flowed out of his mouth, and Wang Yan finally showed fatigue.

He didn't even scream! Onihime asked herself over and over again in her heart.

The ghosts on the side are already stunned!

The pavilion master had smeared more than half a bowl of black jade paste on him! Those have been lethal many times over! How could he stand it!

He's not dead! His chest was still heaving, and his breathing was heavy, but still powerful.

Onihime's hand trembled again, and her expression was full of horror and fierceness, and finally became ruthless.

"You don't call it, do you?" Gritting her teeth, Onihime walked over to the charcoal stove and pulled out a red-hot soldering iron from it.

The burning and stinging sensation of the black jade paste had not completely faded, but it had only dropped to the range that Wang Yan could bear, and the burning sensation from the wound was still violent.

Before Wang Yan could get used to it, he felt a heat wave approaching his chest, slowly raised his head, and saw the red soldering iron and the ghost queen's fanatical gaze, Wang Yan was somewhat aware of this ghost woman's intentions!

She probably wanted to hear her screams, and maybe she would be even happier if she followed the two words of begging for mercy.

Wang Yan's gaze gradually became firm, and he stared at the ghost queen's eyes with a sarcastic smile.

Face is not as important as a hit for Wang Yan, but it is the life of the person he cherishes, not his own.

At this moment, in this dungeon, in the face of the whipping and torture of the ghost queen, Wang Yanning did not intend to give in to death.

Wang Yan's mocking laughter added a handful of dry wood to the anger of the ghost queen! The hand holding the soldering iron pressed it hard.

Hiss! A sharp sound was accompanied by a puff of white smoke, and the soldering iron was tightly attached to Wang Yan's body.

The pain was not gone, and the burning of the soldering iron followed.

The slightly slower body tensed again.

The soldering iron of Wufeng Pavilion is different from ordinary soldering irons, there are four knuckle-length spikes on the iron surface, one for each of the three horns and the center, in order to make the burning sensation more intense and deep.

This kind of soldering iron is really vicious, and the red-hot spikes pierce into the body, and the pain spreads to the internal organs, and even the breathing feels that the lungs are burning badly.

Wang Yan is insisting, he can't die yet! Old Man Wang, Dong Family, Yan'er, they are all waiting for themselves to go back! Juying's brothers are still waiting for themselves to lead them to show their strength!

Until the last moment, Wang Yan does not intend to give up any life, but it does not mean that the ghost queen will humiliate himself endlessly, Wang Yan is ready to cut himself off, if he becomes a cripple and becomes a drag on everyone, Wang Yan will not hesitate to choose death.

Hiss...

Another soldering iron pressed down on the body! Onihime is a little crazy!

The ghost and the ghost looked at the ghost queen with a pale face, the first time she saw the pavilion master so crazy! It's the first time I've seen someone who can withstand so many rounds of torture!

The severe pain continued to stimulate Wang Yan's nerves, his body reflexively spasmed, and the smell of burnt meat spread in the cell.

Mei's pretty face was bloody, for Wang Yan, she couldn't figure out what the feeling in her heart meant, in short, she didn't want him to die.

The hatred of lightness and the grace of saving lives are intertwined in my heart, and the more entangled, the more chaotic it becomes.

Onihime's face was gloomy and she pulled out the soldering iron.

Wang Yan's chest is pitch yellow, and you can faintly see the slave character of a seal in the middle, and there is a special pattern on the outside.

Blood blisters soon formed in the burned area.

He didn't even scream!

The anger in Onihime's heart could no longer be raised, the man in front of him was different from the men he had seen before! I thought he was a spineless person, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Wang Yan's mouth was filled with a bloody breath, and he had just bitten too hard, and his gums were constantly oozing blood.

Onihime didn't move for a long time, just watched.

The ghost thought that this was the end of the day, but who knew that the ghost Ji suddenly pulled out the remaining two soldering irons from the charcoal furnace and pressed them on Wang Yan's body without hesitation.

Mei couldn't stand the stimulation, her legs were weak, and she sat down on the ground...

Xiao, Wei, and Wei couldn't bear to look at it anymore, Wang Yan's chest was already blurred with flesh and blood, and it was extremely miserable.

Wang Yan's body kept trembling because of the burning, but his consciousness was quite clear.

Staring coldly at the ghost hime.

The smell in the house is already a little pungent.

The reddish soldering iron gradually faded in color, and finally returned to a cool color.

Burst!

Onihime pulled out the soldering iron, her arms drooping, and the soldering iron fell to the ground.

Onihime's face was not hideous and fierce, a little weak, a little tired, a flash of resentment flashed in her eyes, and she left the cell with a gloomy face.

The charm and the spirit followed, and the charm went out and looked back at Wang Yan, who was hanging by the iron lock, and there was a trace of unbearability in his eyes.

The cell door slowly closed, and the cell fell silent.

Although it was a cold winter, the cell was quite warm, and Wang Yan was only covered with some rags on his body, and the rest was exposed.

When I relaxed, the stimulation of the pain came up, and the strength gradually flowed, and I finally fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but the torches in the dungeon went out.

There was a clicking sound, the sound of the cell door opening, Wang Yan heard footsteps, and someone came in.

The nose smelled the bloody breath for a long time, and it felt very familiar, but he couldn't guess the identity of the person, and under the torture, Wang Yan's feeling was much duller.

Come so late and don't light the lights, there must be something greasy in it!

Who is this person?

Wang Yan guessed in his heart, and could feel the breath gradually approaching.

The bloody breath in the prison has not yet dissipated, but it can't hide the faint fragrance on the people who came.

It's a woman!

Wang Yan thought, and suddenly there was a warm touch on his chest, it was a woman's hand, she was touching herself!

The jade finger touched the wound, and although Wang Yan didn't scream, his body trembled.

The person who came didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and the half-pillar of incense touched Wang Yan all over and didn't let go of anything.

The sound of the visitor's breathing became slightly heavy and rapid, presumably embarrassed.

Soon, there was a coolness from the wound.

She drugged herself again! Who is she? Why? Repeated doubts kept flashing through my mind.

The burning, stinging, and tingling sensation slowly subsided under this coolness.

The visitor applied it very carefully, and every wound on his body did not fall, even the blisters on his chest were punctured by her with a needle and applied ointment.

"Why?"

Wang Yan finally couldn't hold back and asked the question in his heart.

The person who came did not answer, and took care of himself to apply medicine to Wang Yan.

I know she won't answer...

The person who came to treat the wound was very slow and the movement was very gentle.

It took more than half an hour to deal with all the wounds on Wang Yan's body.

Hey, my chastity is lost, and my body has been touched so many times by a strange girl, which makes me see people in the future.

The footsteps faded away, and after applying the medicine, she was leaving.

Suddenly, Wang Yan said in a shy tone.

"Girl, please wait a minute!"

When the words fell, the footsteps stopped.

Wang Yan squirmed for a long time and said slowly.

"Girl, I... I want to make it easier. ”