Hell.

Regardless of man or beast, weathered white bones are piled up everywhere.

Somewhere, on the White Bone Mountain, a large group of fierce beasts were gobbling up something.

"One hundred and twenty-eight...... One hundred and thirty-one ......"

Accompanied by the sound of swallowing, an extremely weak and hoarse voice was heard.

Bushen was expressionless, and he counted the flesh and skin on his body how many times he would be torn apart and swallowed by this group of fierce beasts.

In order to make her experience more extreme pain, the fierce beasts divided her flesh and blood one by one, and did not dare to eat it in one go, for fear that if she ate it quickly, it would anger people who should not be angry.

Bu Shenshuang slowly closed his eyes and sneered in his heart.

That man......

In order to make her feel the pain, he put an enchantment on her head alone, so that she could take a good look at how her body was torn apart piece by piece.

She watched as these fierce beasts devoured every inch of their flesh and blood, chewing every inch of bone and swallowing it.

Sensing that she was gone, the blood and tears were dry.

"One Hundred and Eighty-Eight ......"

She read it persistently.

The tearing pain continued until the entire body of the Stephen had been devoured, and the beast had nothing to eat, so it waited for her head outside the barrier.

Wan Lai was silent, listening to the sound of footsteps in his ears, Bu Shenshuang's pale face suddenly relaxed, and cold and hatred gradually appeared in his dark purple pupils.

"Shenshuang, my Shenshuang ......"

Gentle, ethereal voices swirl around the bloody land and the brutal beasts, creating a strong contrast.

Bu Shenshuang looked at the fierce beasts gathered above her head and suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts, and a thin and elegant white robe flashed, appearing in front of her with an innocent smile.

The whole body is wrapped in a halo of holiness, like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world.

His thin lips were slightly hooked, and on his white and jade-like face, his inky and deep eyes shimmered with red starlight, his eyelids drooped, and the shadow of his eyelashes hit the bottom of his eyes, covering the trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

Bu Shenshuang felt disgusted even when he looked at him, and he closed his eyes and pulled his hoarse throat coldly.

"Lingmo, you'd better not give me a chance to live. If you kill the blood feud of my demon clan, one hundred and eighty-eight times of bloodthirsty and bone peeling, I will definitely find you to repay a thousand, ten thousand times in the future. ”

Hearing such a hateful word, Ling Mo's eyebrows did not move, he only squatted down, and raised his hand to remove the enchantment that wrapped the two heads of the step god.

The greedy beasts around them immediately stared at Bu Shenshuang's head with green light in their eyes, and let out a low roar.

It seems that as long as Ling Mo gives an order, they will rush up and swallow it desperately.

Ling Mo ignored the roaring beasts around him, and laughed to himself, like a spring drizzle, pure and docile.

He raised his hand, his slender fingers caressing her delicate face, which was not stained with blood, and treated it like a treasure.

"Shenshuang, don't you understand? If I don't kill your blood relatives, how can we be so happy together now? Shenshuang, my Shenshuang, all I do is to make you understand that you are mine and will always be mine. ”

Ling Mo smiled contentedly, holding Bu Shenshuang's head in his arms, and his slender white hand stroked her loose ink hair like a whisper among lovers.

Bu Shenshuang closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to say another word.

Ling Mo didn't get a response, the smile on his lips gradually stiffened, and a trace of blood-colored anger gradually surged in his inky black and pure eyes.