Bang bang bang...

The sound of whipping can be heard in the dark, damp basement...

Whip after whip, slamming fiercely on Mo Yirou's dilapidated body, each whip will inevitably bring a blood mark.

Pain, pain, constantly eroding Mo Yirou's body and nerves, and the torture for days has made her body reach its limit.

But even so, she still didn't make a sound, and even her face was indifferent, only a pair of eyes as black as night were full of ruthlessness and remorse that could not be dissolved.

"Mo Yirou, does it hurt? Hate? Remorse? Lin Yuyan looked at Mo Yirou who was dying, her face was full of abusive pleasure.

Seeing Mo Yirou, who was once high up, crawling on the soles of her feet, she couldn't stop being excited.

What if she is the heir of the Mo family, she hasn't been deceived by herself, and now, everything she has will be her own.

Does it hurt?

Hate?

Remorse?

It hurts, it hurts to the heart, it hurts to the bones!

Hate, hate to the extreme, hate to the sky!

Repentance, regret to the point of breaking the bowel, to the point of self-annoyance!

But, does it work?

It's just that the relatives are fast, and the enemies are painful!

Mo Yirou looked at Lin Yuyan, who was almost the same as herself, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her broken lips, "Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog!" ”

Even though Mo Yirou's whole body was soaked in blood, she was still beautiful, and she completely stimulated Lin Yuyan.

"Slut, you're looking for death!" Lin Yuyan was so angry by Mo Yirou's words that her blood surged, and she didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, took the dagger next to her and stabbed it directly into Mo Yirou's heart.

Sting...

The white knife goes in, and the red knife comes out.

Blood sprayed, confusing everyone's eyes.

"Lin Yuyan, if there is an afterlife, I will cramp and peel your skin, drink your blood, and eat your flesh........."

Not...

Pain, a sharp pain swept through the body, making Mo Yirou's entire body curl up, as if only in this way could the physical pain be relieved.

Unfortunately, this practice exacerbated the physical pain.

The pain and pain continued to erode Mo Yirou's body, making the already somewhat chaotic head even more chaotic.

Wait, it hurts, it hurts, she can still feel it, it's... What's going on?

Didn't she die during the tribulation?

Under the Nine Days of Thunder Tribulation, nothing exists, even if the golden body is reshaped, there is no time, how can she have a body?

Rumble...

Suddenly, one picture after another filled his mind, and finally stopped at Lin Yuyan stabbing the dagger into this body.

It turned out that at the moment of her death, a wisp of soul possessed this dead body and merged with it.

The souls of the two are fused, she is Mo Yirou, Mo Yirou from the great god of the cultivation realm.

She is Mo Yirou, Mo Yirou who was abused and died by her best friend.

She is Mo Yirou, Mo Yirou who came back alive from hell!

"Don't worry, your hatred, your resentment, your hatred, everything you have, I will help you take it back!" This is Mo Yirou's guarantee and Mo Yirou's promise.

Mo Yirou held the dagger in his heart and pulled it out of his body fiercely, blood splattered three feet, and blood flowed.

At the same time, a ray of light came out of her palm and sank into her heart, and Mo Yirou used the last remaining trace of spiritual power to repair the broken heart......