Ning Que's brows were furrowed extremely tightly, and his face was even whiter than Sang Sang who was standing below, but he never made any sound, because he didn't want to surrender to her.

Sangsang stood on the floor of the temple, quietly looking up.

The pants on Ning Que's legs turned into rags, and then countless thin red lines appeared on his legs.

The invisible knife kept cutting, and the flesh left his body like a butterfly, and after a moment, the white bones gradually appeared.

Ning Que's face was unusually pale, his eyebrows and eyes twitched because of pain, as if he was crying, and as if he was laughing, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Sangsang was somewhat satisfied.

Pieces of flesh and blood fluttered in the air, his legs had turned into white bones, Ning Que's gaze swept over, fell on Sang Sang, and asked, "Don't you think it looks like a peony fish?"

Sang Sang was not satisfied, so there was an extra blood line in his throat, and his vocal cords were directly severed, and he could no longer make a sound, unable to say such words.

The invisible power in the Temple of Light continued to wreak havoc, and the pieces of flesh and blood on his body continued to fall, falling like snowflakes, and the white bones of Sen Ran gradually appeared, and the blood and water gradually decreased.

The most terrifying punishment in the world is undoubtedly Ling Chi, and tonight's Ning Que, like those criminals who have committed the most heinous crimes, is suffering from thousands of knives and the most painful torture.

The flesh had been removed, the blood had been drained, and under the endless pain, his consciousness was as bloody as his body, and if he could make a sound, the temple would surely echo with a deafening scream, but at this time he couldn't even make a sound, and the dead silence in the temple was extremely disturbing.

Ning Que's eyes were extremely dim, like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any time in the wind, and like a firefly floating at night in an old tomb covered with moss, it was very faint. If he was an ordinary person, he would have died at this time, even if he had cultivated Haoran Qi, he would definitely not be able to support this time, but if Sang Sang didn't let him die, he wouldn't be able to die.

To be alive is to feel this pain. But he still did not surrender.

Sang Sang looked at him with both hands, Bai Xian's face did not have the slightest emotion, but her thin eyebrows frowned at some point, she didn't expect him to be able to hold out until this time.

In her human memory, Ning Que has never been an impassioned person, let alone a peaceful death, he is greedy for life and afraid of death, likes to work hard, and has never had any moral limit.

Why did he refuse to surrender to me until now?

Sang Sang was a little confused, and found that he had never really known this man, or that something had changed in his body in the days since he left.

The night breeze in the Temple of Light beckoned.

The wind was very gentle, gentler than the hands of the gentlest lover, and it fell on Ning Que, but it brought him extreme pain, and then, he felt an irresistible chill, and his cold body trembled slightly, and the breath spit out between his lips was sandwiched with some frost flowers.

At this time, he no longer has an inch of intact skin on his body, that is, the flesh is about to be cut clean, and the night breeze blows on his body, which blows directly to his bones and onto the organs wrapped in a membrane.

Ning Que suddenly felt that his body was extremely itchy, from the hair to the fingertips to the abdomen, there seemed to be countless ants and insects biting everywhere, he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at his body, and found that it was not Sang Sang who had found a new and interesting way of punishment, but that new flesh was growing on Sen Sen's white bones.

Those itches are what you feel when you are white and flesh raw.

His body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, his bones rewrapped in flesh and skin, and not even a single wound could be seen, smooth as a newborn baby.

This is the miracle displayed by Haotian?Ning Que did not feel any joy, because he knew that this did not mean that Sang Sang had compassion for him, but that it meant the beginning of the next round of torture.

Sure enough, the gentle night breeze became fierce again.

Ning Que no longer felt itchy and cold, he only had one feeling left, that is, pain, the newborn flesh and blood were cut off again, and the terrifying rain fell on the temple ground again.

Ling Chi started again, and he was once again slashed by a thousand knives.

The majestic voice reverberated in his sea of consciousness, and that voice demanded his submission.

He expressed his defiance with humble silence and disdain with proud mockery.

The starlight outside the temple quietly watched the most cruel and bloody aspect of this scene.

Time passed slowly, and this was undoubtedly the longest night of Ning Que's life.

He was constantly being delayed, constantly being healed, and the extreme pain made him extremely thirsty for death, and he realized that death was really not the most terrible thing, but at this time he could not die.

His consciousness was twisted and shattered by the pain, and gradually blurred, vaguely thinking of the child who had cut his flesh and bones to return his father, the handsome eunuch who was cut into chicken feet when he stepped into the desert, Liansheng who was sitting on the mountain of corpses in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, and another old eunuch who was famous because of Ling Chi.

He couldn't remember whether these people were real or fake, whether these memories were real or false, and many images kept passing by, but instead of bringing him comfort, they made him more and more miserable. But I don't know why, he always maintained the last bit of clarity, that bit of stubbornness, and did not respond to the command full of divine power in the sea of knowledge.

His forehead had been sliced open, and the thin blood like water kept dripping, and he looked at the tall fat woman on the ground through the blood-colored curtain with half-squinted eyes.

Looking at this woman, he had such a strong fear for the first time in his life, and because of this, he had such a strong anger for the first time in his life.

He stared at Sangsang like a dying beast, gasping for pain and his eyes blood-red.

He couldn't speak, but he could speak to her in his consciousness.

"I'm cāo. ”

Sangsang didn't have any emotion on his face, and looked at him quietly.

He looked at her and said, "I'm cāo you." ”

Sangsang still didn't react.

He said: "If you have the ability, you will kill me, or one day, you will still be crushed by me, and then I will you like you do today." ”

Sangsang said: "Stupid humans. ”

Her voice echoed in the secluded Temple of Light, this was the first time Ning Que had heard her speak, not in her consciousness, but directly hearing her voice.

Ning Que laughed silently, hoarse like a broken bellows.

"You're Haotian, but you've been by an ant-like human like me..Haotian can't jump out of cause and effect, you can't change what has happened. Even if you can fix that membrane and erase that memory, it won't change the fact that I cāo have passed you, so you're angry. ”

He looked at her and said, "You make me miserable, I naturally want to make you unhappy, as long as you don't dare to kill me, then you will continue to be angry because of this matter after all." ”

His blood-soaked face showed a sincere smile, and his eyes were as dim as hell fire, full of firm and calm feelings, which looked extremely strange and palpitating.

"You have indeed succeeded in provoking my anger," Sangsang said. ”

Ning Que suddenly felt a chill come from his thighs.

It stands to reason that his body at this time is already numb because of pain, and he shouldn't feel any coldness, which means that this coolness not only comes from physiologically, but also psychologically.

Ning Que looked down with difficulty, only to see that the flesh and blood between his legs were blurred, and something very important had disappeared, and then he felt unbearable pain coming.

The pain was so intense that he almost fainted, his lower abdomen and thighs twitched incessantly, and the pieces of flesh and blood that remained on it kept swinging, and the picture looked so bloody.

After a long time, Ning Que woke up from the pain, and he looked at his fleshy thighs, and realized that he had been castrated.

There are many men who have been cut off by their wives in history, and most of them are originally because men are unfaithful, and Ning Que thinks that his loyalty to Sangsang is enough, so he can't accept this fact.

And no matter how strong the willpower is, a man suddenly finds that he has become a eunuch, and he will also want to convince himself that this qiē is an illusion, so he was silent for a long time.

"Even if you murder your husband, even if you abuse me thousands of times, I can treat you like my first love, but you have done this beyond my limit, and I am very unhappy. ”

He looked at Sangsang and said very seriously.

In Sang Sang's eyes, Ning Que was no different from those stupid and despicable humans, especially when he tried to provoke her with those profane words.

"I should have understood what your commitment limit is, and I'm glad I was able to make you unhappy, and I would like to know what else you can do if you're unhappy. ”

Ning Que said: "I've repeated it many times, I'll you." ”

", it's a sexual act carried out by a lower life in order to reproduce, since you try to make me always remember that sex once happened, and threaten me with the possibility of sex in the future, then I will destroy your sexual organs, without sexual organs, naturally you can't have sex. ”

Sang Sang looked at him expressionlessly and said.

Ning Que looked at her quietly and said, "Have you ever heard of the word obscenity?"

When the words fell, Sang Sang's expression suddenly changed drastically.

Because she felt a pair of hands caressing her body.

Those hands were very obscene and presumptuous.

The hands weren't real hands, they were thoughts.

Ning Que's gaze fell on her plump breasts.

Sang Sang's thin eyebrows furrowed, and he felt that his hands were reaching into his clothes and rubbing his chest. She knew why, but she couldn't cut off this connection, because this was a natal connection, and Ning Que's thoughts and thoughts could be concretely presented in her consciousness.

He and her joys and sorrows can be connected, and they can also be connected. When she abused Ning Que before, she was actually suffering that kind of extreme pain herself, but she was an omnipotent Haotian, and she could bear pain that humans couldn't bear.

And when the pain turns into **, can she still bear it?

Many years ago, Ning Que went from a waste wood that could not practice, and officially embarked on the path of cultivation, in the process of his search for natal objects, the crisp laughter like Sangsang silver bells often sounded in the courtyard of Lao Bizhai, and sometimes she would cry twice, because she always felt that the young master was tickling herself. She is his natal object, and his thoughts will fall on her.

Even if she is Haotian now, he can't completely control her, but at least he can touch her like he did back then.

If he wants to touch her, he can touch her.

Tonight in the holy temple of light, he began to touch her non-stop.

I don't know if she'll start touching him non-stop after a while.

(On the surface, it's abuse, but it's actually a hip-hop route, and the process of becoming an adult is the focus of writing about the night, but the number of paths I want to take is different, and I want to be a family comedy, because as a human being, isn't the most solid and universal family comedy?)