Chapter 143: Familiar Pain (Ask for Collection)

Ying Sheng found it more interesting to talk to Xingyao than to talk to the Queen.

She caricatured herself even more bitterly.

Although those words made him very unhappy, he was mentally stimulated like a sick man drinking a cup of bitter medicine, and he did a warm-up exercise all over his body.

He was tired of hearing the lies of flattery.

Lying is just a moment of pride, but then there will be a longer emptiness.

Only the truth makes him feel down-to-earth.

Why did she keep the Queen of Peacock Island for so many years and was reluctant to kill her.

In addition to the fact that because of the long time, there will also be inexplicable feelings between enemies,

She was like a good medicine for him.

Whenever he felt terminally ill, he needed her to boost his morale.

Without her, he felt like he had no opponent.

That would be boring.

This girl is better than blue, he likes it!

In order for her to be monopolized by him like her mother, he had to make her sentenced to death. After "dead", he could lock her up and watch her black hair turn white, and it was a great pleasure to listen to her intelligent sarcasm.

Therefore, he must make her confess her guilt and admit that she is Mi Xingyao, in order to avenge her mother's revenge, trying to sneak into the palace to make trouble.

She must admit that she is an ambitious goblin who wants to become the crown princess, then control everyone through the prince, and finally implement her own revenge plan.

He knew the weakness of this goblin, and as long as he put her hands and feet in chains, she would have no power to resist, and he could only slaughter her.

Her fingers were clipped to a stick.

"I don't know if the prince told you that it hurts to roll your fingers? You shouldn't forget his bloody hands, right? Ying Sheng asked her with a smile.

"It turns out that the prince's hand injury is your masterpiece." Only then did she know that he had been injured because of this punishment, and he had never mentioned it to her, was he afraid that she would be upset when she heard it?

"Truly the ignorant are fearless." Yingsheng raised his hand.

The two jailers began to pull hard.

She felt the bones and flesh gradually being squeezed, and her fingers were unable to withstand the violence, and the violence turned into severe pain, which gradually passed from the fingertips through the nerves to the heart, and the heart was also squeezed.

Is this the pain that Zhu Qi once suffered?

She closed her eyes and remembered the day she grabbed his hand, and he screamed in pain.

It hurts indeed. She felt a little out of breath, her breathing being controlled by a biting pain.

How is this pain so familiar? Some of the memories in her mind were activated, and she saw her body being squeezed by the steel plates and airbags of the car, and the pain was so painful that she almost fainted.

The car was rolling, she was being flung around, the seat belt was squeezed into her shoulder, and blood was oozing out.

She glanced desperately at the crystal picture hanging from the rearview mirror in the car.

The picture was tumbling in the air just like her.

The picture is clear.

It looks very similar to Zhu Qi, with such brush-like silkworm eyebrows and eyes as deep as the lake, but the hairstyle is different.

She stretched out her hands to hug him, as if that way, she would never be separated from him again.

Tears blurred her eyes, was it because she had lived here for too long, and even the person so important in her memory had been replaced by him?

Or, in the world she once lived in, there was someone who looked exactly like him?

Hehe, she couldn't help laughing, no wonder, the first time they met, they didn't feel strange to him, so they naturally regarded him as a trusted friend.

Seeing that her face was not painful, but smiling, Ying Sheng suddenly felt jealous.

Why does the pain inflicted on them not break their spirits in the slightest?

Is it contempt for his abilities?

He didn't think the jailer was trying hard enough, so he rushed up and grabbed the rope from the jailer's hand, so that he could pull the milk hard.

Pain! The pain of life being squeezed out of the body.

Cold sweat broke out all over her body, and the person began to become prostration, her heart was spasming, and she fainted.