"What else do you want to ......?"

You have poured salt on my wounds over and over again, trampling on my bottom line again and again; what do you want? Just because I have no strength to resist, no sharp claws, no poisonous heart, I have become a plaything in your palm, controlled by your invisible hidden line; under you, I am the puppet who has thoughts but can't help myself: soothing when I pity, caring when cherishing, teasing when I am happy, and kicking away when I dislike?!

What more do you want?! Knowing the reluctance of my heart, knowing the things I abhor so much, and knowing with clear eyes the pain and unbearableness I have endured, how have you ever shown the slightest mercy to your men? and I have to endure your increasing humiliation all the time but helpless......

In a moment, the difference between heaven and earth swept over the body, the hot and humid breath sprayed everywhere, and every inch of skin was comforted in every way—rude, without the slightest pity.

He felt cold, cold to the extreme. He felt like he was about to freeze, like a small fish in the ice, and there was nothing around him but the biting cold.

He knew that he should be dead, and from the moment he was tied up in the private training workshop, he should be a dead man! So, why are you still alive, still panting, and if you are still alive, why, can't you feel the slightest bit of temperature?

Cold...... It's cold......

The man subconsciously curled up his body, but was pulled hard by the person on his body, parting his straight and slender legs, and then it was raging and humiliating again.

With the fluctuation of the rhythm, the bell next to the sign around the neck rang crisp and rhythmic, like a ballad from the abyss of hell...... Originally...... He never escaped...... It turned out that he was still deeply involved. So, what's the point of what he did before?!

He had killed many, and he had burned many, and the blood of those men had been twisted together to form a monster with teeth and claws, and the flesh of that monster, mixed with scorching scarlet and pitch black, was like the cracked earth of dry land, suffocating and despairing, and the hideous monster was smiling and rushing towards him, breaking through the thick, foul-smelling fog at the bottom of the altar!

Ink Frost closed her eyes violently and turned her head sideways, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, thinking that it would be able to avoid all the damage of the outside world.

His body trembled, the people below him began to struggle violently, his eyes were black and scattered, with hellish horror and terrible screams, and Wu Feng was also startled—this person couldn't be so crazy, right?

After a period of "hand dancing", the man gradually quieted down, and then there was an inexplicable laugh, a sour smile that gritted his teeth, squeezed out of his closed lips, changed his voice, and sounded nondescript.

"Let it go...... Spare me, please. His dark eyes were devoid of sorrow, no pain, no more supplication, and his mouth seemed to be separated from his eyes, and so "duplicity."

Wu Feng stopped his movements and frowned at the man who seemed to have collapsed: "You can let it go, but those two people, you can't think about it anymore." ”

Now, what is the point of getting it or not getting it, whether he can retaliate? Only now did he realize how bad his deal was!

What you have lost is not only the capital.

"Let me go...... I don't want it......" the man said calmly, lying naked on the bed like a corpse.

"It turns out that your so-called deep hatred is so delicate compared to your humble dignity?" Wu Feng sneered, withdrew his body, cleaned himself up and put on his clothes neatly: "Okay, I respect your choice. But I'm curious about one thing. His eyes were like stars, shining brightly: "Why does your body react so well? It's like a ......" The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he smiled sarcastically and evilly: "It's domesticated." ”

The person who was already in a "near-death" state trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and his teeth bit his lip out of blood, and he was fishy: "No! I didn't!" The man's eyes widened, and at this moment he finally focused on Wu Feng's body.

Wu Feng walked to the side of the bed and sneered, "Why are you reacting so much?" Then, without waiting for the man's reaction, he immediately said: "Yes, you were born by that woman after all, and it is normal to have a little ancestral blood in your bones." No wonder, such a good body is simply ...... It's not enough. ”

Ink Frost's body stiffened violently, looking at the man with a weird smile in disbelief, feeling the other party's soft and powerful fingertips from his chest all the way down to his lower abdomen, and the humble body was savoring the slightest trace of ambiguity like that, greedily sucking the heat and strength that meander down......

He suddenly hugged Wu Feng's waist and knelt down in front of the man, roaring hoarsely and crying.

However, the jade-faced rakshasa didn't understand the amorous feeling at all, his face was cold, and he said lightly: "Since people don't want it, then I'll let it go" After that, he said with a regretful face: "Alas, I have tied people up for so long, and I have been so seriously injured." Let the Yongyu take a look at it before putting it, and then give some gold and silver after the person is cured, so that they can live the second half of their lives in peace. You said, how many innocent people have been harmed by the burning of the huge Tianyi Courtyard, and it is God who has finally survived, but God has opened his eyes, and we might as well follow the will of God and appease the people well......

The next string of words gradually dimmed when Ink Cream heard words such as "innocent" and "God opened his eyes".

The man's hand trembled, and he hugged the person in front of him, and the finger force of his ten fingertips almost sank into the flesh of the man's waist;

The body of the demon clan is a beast after all, and the saying of copper skin and iron bones and tofu waist has been recognized by the world, and the strength of these ten fingers and the arm strength of the person who was already full of divine power almost suffocated him.

The madman, however, looked down at the stiff man with a strange smile as if he had been granted, and the huge and delicate tattoo on his back seemed to come from the abyss, with an insolent mockery.

"It's not...... It's not ......," the man's voice came out of his clothes and skin with his head firmly on the lower abdomen of a bystander, and it looked dull.

Wu Feng smiled even more: "What did you say?"

"I want those two people, you give them to me, don't let them go, don't let them go!" the man looked up, his face full of tears, and his lips were bloody.

"Really?" Wu Feng restrained his smile the moment the man raised his head, and took a deep breath: "Don't you feel embarrassed? I think you cherish your 'white' wings more than your so-called grudges." ”

The man's fingers were trembling, and his heart was struggling for a long time, and at the same time, Wu Feng's brow furrowed even tighter—he felt that there must have been ten blood holes left on his waist.

"Don't waste time, I said, you can go back, good or bad, it's all your choice. But there are no second chances. Don't go back and forth in front of me. ”

The man was about to bite the lip that had been bitten terribly, but Wu Feng directly pinched his jaw to stop him.

The glass-like bright pale gold, without any warmth, looked at the person who was raining down tears, he hated the tears of others, and even more hated the person in front of him who cried blood and tears, just as he hated his own tears.

But this time, he also looked at it so lightly: looking at the man who knelt on the bed and was struggling and in great pain, watching his bursting tears, flowing unscrupulously; he waited so quietly: waiting for the tender and delicate insect to drill through the thick and heavy cocoon with all the strength of his flat body; waiting for the weak bud that could not help the wind to push up the strong and solid stone with the momentum of pulling out the mountains and rivers.

There will never be dignity in the war-torn land, and there will never be a pure land in the world of flames.

He knew that worms that could not break through the cocoon would eventually die in the cocoon, and that buds that could not get out of the soil would eventually be buried under the sand.

"I ...... I'll change!" It seemed like 10,000 years later, and when the sunlight outside the window dimmed, the man broke free.

Wu Feng squinted slightly, looking down at the person who looked up at him, as if relieved, smiled slightly, and bent down to lick the blood from that mouthful, refusing to stop until the bleeding stopped. And those who resisted before sat in a daze as if their souls had been evacuated, without any movement.

"One last chance. Wu Feng said as he tasted the mellow and fragrant delicacy for him.

The man's hand slowly loosened from the other party's waist, and sure enough, the tips of the ten fingers were red.

The picturesque man recovered instantly after a distortion of his face, sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "There are things that exist if you care about them, and if you don't care about them, they are nothing." These dispensable things are undeniably the capital of your pleasure, but they are also your hindrances. ”

He hooked Mo Shuang's cheeks, stared at the other party's empty eyes and said, "It's useless to care, it's better not to have it." If you really can't get over it, you will be considered dead. ”

Wu Feng stood up and dropped a sentence before leaving: "Today, I'll give you one first." "Let's leave.

The man's eyes looked at the closed door with a complicated expression.

......

In the dimly lit cellar, a man lay dying, with extensive burns on his body.

Inkfrost followed the guide to the damp and gloomy cellar, and looked coldly at the half-dead man.

"How is this like this?" He asked the squire next to him.

"This is how it was when I brought it back, a life that I escaped from the fire and simply picked up. The man replied respectfully.

"You go first. Ink Frost frowned and looked at the half-dead man.

The man bowed and exited the cellar.

"See you again. Ink Frost looked coldly at the dying man on the ground.

As if awakened by something, the originally closed eyes suddenly opened: "It's you!"

"It's me, how does it feel?" The gloomy gaze looked at the lying man. The fingers slowly stretched out, poking at the charred flesh little by little.

The men under his fingers screamed in pain, hoarse, echoing through the empty cellar.

"Kill me, please, kill me!" a muffled voice shouted from the man's mouth, with a bitter pleading.

"You torture me so much, you want to die? Do you know that I can be here today, standing in front of you, what price did I pay?!" There was a bloody glint in the man's eyes.

Then he rudely lifted the person up, looked at the pieces of burned burnt flesh and said: "You, let me back down step by step, until, force me to retreat!"

"Look, it's all thanks to you!" the man held the dying man in one hand and tore open his chest with the other.