Candle Jiuyin smiled. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But it's definitely not a kind smile, but an extremely weird, chilling one.

His slender fingers lightly slashed at a chopper, and the sharp blade instantly made his fingertips ooze blood slightly.

But he didn't care, put his bleeding fingers in his mouth and sucked gently.

The bright red lips are slightly opened, which looks very tempting, and in the atmosphere of candle nine yin and gloomy, it looks very discordant.

It's like a wicked ghost crawling out of hell, tempting and terrifying.

Seduction and gloomy, two diametrically opposed adjectives, although completely incompatible with Candle Jiuyin, give people a feeling that should be so.

"I know that Yaohou has hard bones, so these most basic torture tools must not be able to scare you, right?" Candle Jiuyin asked Shui Qingli with a smile on his face.

Shui Qingli smiled and said, "Do you think that the criminal law can solve everything? You are wrong. You're doomed to do nothing!"

Hearing this, Candle Jiuyin's mood of being happy was disturbed, and he said: "You are still living in a dream, even if I can't do anything, I am enough to make you miserable." ”

Shui Qingli ignored him.

She knew that even weakness could not escape this fate. Then weakness is meaningless. Even if he can escape the catastrophe, Shui Qingli will definitely not admit defeat to Candle Jiuyin.

Candle Jiuyin changed another set of torture tools, took them out, and introduced: "This is the Heavenly Remnant Knife Net. ”

A set of nets made of glued knives was placed in front of Shui Qingli.

It's not so much about tying as about throwing.

"Look at how delicately it is made, it will bloom blood flowers on your body, and it will leave marks on your white and immaculate skin. Candle Jiuyin's eyes were almost obsessive, and he looked at this set of knives like a lover, "Manzhu Sawah, the flower of hell, how worthy of you, isn't it?

Shui Qingli sneered, but she couldn't help but feel a little nervous in her heart.

She looked at the set of knives, which were a few points sharper than the previous one, and the cold light was very cold, and it looked particularly burning in the candlelight of this dark dungeon.

However, I have to admit that this knife is indeed very well made.

The sharp blades are connected to form a huge knife net, but the interface in the middle is not a point, but a group of Manju Sawa with sharp blades.

There were blood troughs in the middle, which were wiped clean, and there was hardly any blood to be seen.

But the smell of blood on the knife could not be completely washed away. The smell that Shui Qingli smelled was even like fresh blood, tightly wrapping Shui Qingli's heart.

"The best torture instruments need to be aesthetically pleasing, so that the suffering of the tortured person can be magnified to the extreme. Candle Jiuyin smiled and unfolded the Heavenly Remnant Knife Net, "What a worthy of admiration!" Candle Jiuyin sighed.

"So, you made it. Shui Qingli asked affirmatively.

She had only heard that Candle Jiuyin was bloodthirsty, but she never thought that he was still a person who paid attention to 'beauty'.

There has never been a shortage of mad people in this world, but the terrible thing is that this crazy man is thoughtful, intelligent, cunning, and seeks to kill with a sense of beauty.

The feeling that life is worse than death will be in his hands, at that moment, to the extreme.

Candle Jiuyin didn't answer, walked forward, raised his watery face, and touched it. From the watery forehead, eyebrows, eyes, all the way to the mouth.

Different from the caresses between lovers, Candle Jiuyin does not carry any emotions at all, it is simple and soft.

Like the most primitive contact, Candle Jiuyin lightly touched Shui Qingli's lips.

As if he was electrocuted, Shui Qingli instantly sobered up, and raised his hand to give Candle Jiuyin a slap.

How could Candle Jiuyin give him such a chance? With a light grip, he grabbed Shui Qingli's hand hanging in the air and squeezed it fiercely.

only heard a 'click', and Shui Qingli's wrist bone was easily pinched off by Candle Jiuyin.

"You'd better be obedient, or I'll lose my temper. Candle Jiuyin said with a smile.

Shui Qingli didn't have time to cry.

Even if his soul had changed, he was no longer him, it was his face, the face of the person she cared about the most.

How could Shui Qingli really hit him in the face?

"What do you want?" Shui Qingli's hoarse voice sounded, full of exhaustion.

Candle Jiuyin's face changed. For a moment, the pupils in his eyes turned black, but only for a moment.

Shui Qingli's heart was extremely confused, and he didn't notice this scene.

"I want you to listen to me obediently, and you can still be the same as before, still the high-minded and noble Empress Yao. Candle Jiuyin said, putting a strand of hair on the erected Heavenly Remnant Knife Net, and the hair was broken at the waist.

Shui Qingli was unmoved, and said, "Don't think about it." ”

This answer Candle Jiuyin had long been expected. If it's too easy to say yes, what's the fun?

"Then let me try these treasures that have been sealed for thousands of years, whether they are good or not. Candle Jiuyin laughed, grabbed Shui Qingli's wrist, and directly lifted her into the air, judging the two of them with the previous gentleness, and rudely threw Shui Qingli directly on the Heavenly Remnant Knife Net.

And Shui Qingli was unexpected, she didn't feel pain, and her first reaction was cold.

The extreme cold is attached to every part of Shui Qingli's body.

"It's not good to move. Candle Jiuyin smiled, "This knife is made of a special material, an extremely cold thing, enough to keep you from moving. Otherwise, the flowers won't be printed. ”

Shui Qingli was almost unconscious all over her body.

Due to her weight, Shui Qingli could feel herself sinking slightly, but there was no pain as she imagined.

The simple cold is enough to make the water clear and completely numb.

The blade of the knife had made a regular mark on her skin.

Blood, oozing out, gushing like a small stream, flowed endlessly.

The blood groove at the blade began to flow, gathering together and slowly pouring down.

The red blood flowed down the blood trough, Candle Jiuyin dipped a little with his fingers, put it in his mouth, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it, and said, "This tastes so good." Do you want to try it?"

Shui Qingli didn't answer him, this time not because he didn't want to answer, but because he couldn't answer.

She felt herself falling, and heard the sound of a blade slicing into her bones.

The sound was harsh, high-pitched, and frightening.

Almost at the same time, Shui Qingli felt the sore spot.

It seems that the pain that he had not experienced before has been magnified dozens of times, and Shui Qingli finally realized what it means to cut the pain.

She thought there would be nothing like the bloody pain she had had, and soon, she admitted that she was wrong, and moreover, wrong.

Unlike the pain of violent blood, this feeling is not a boiling sensation from within, but a tearing force from the outside world.

It was like an instantaneous outburst, every inch of skin was forcibly torn open by a hand, and there were people who kept trying to make the wound even bigger.

Shui Qingli wanted to struggle, but she couldn't exert the slightest strength - the blood released just now had drained all the strength she could mobilize. (To be continued.) )