Everyone gasped and shivered.

How could she be so cruel?

controlled others, and then burned, the other party felt unaware, and accepted it happily, and endured the torture that life was worse than death.

At this moment, they no longer suspected that Uncle Zhang was bought by the little girl, and just silently prayed that the little girl would suddenly be merciful and withdraw the flames.

Because the flame was really burning his body, the scorching heat, even they who were standing next to him immediately roasted and sweated. However, even if they were anxious, they did not dare to act rashly.

The color of that flame was the representative color of the divine fire, and for a half-toned alchemist like them, it was so unattainable.

The eyes of everyone looking at Feng Caitian were no longer so disdainful, no longer so angry, but became extremely respectful. Although they didn't know if the little girl in front of them would be able to do alchemy, but with that divine fire and living flame, it was also worthy of their worship!

However, the flames on the middle-aged man's body, Feng Caitian did not plan to recycle, let alone stop. She just looked at it coldly, and the golden fire reflected on her face, absolutely beautiful and cold.

The clothes around the middle-aged man had already turned into ashes, and at the same time as the black ash was raised, the middle-aged man's skin began to dry up, cracked, and aged, and then blood flowed out, but it seemed that he couldn't feel it, nor could he see it, just looked at Feng Caitian with blank eyes, and said aggrievedly: "Pain!" ”

A simple word that expresses his physical reaction.

Feng Caitian's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his lips hooked, and he continued to control the middle-aged man: "Don't be afraid, this is a reward, after the pain, you can feather and ascend to the immortal and fly to the Western Elysium." ”

The soul-seducing sound, with extreme tenderness, is like a spring drizzle, slightly cool, but it soothes people's irritable and struggling hearts.

Hehe...

Pain?

Compared to Qiu Ye and Liu Jin's life, it is better to die, what is this pain?

Anyway, he is not a good person, if he has a little conscience, how can he indulge it and not see it in front of him?

The middle-aged man's eyes were hazy, and he struggled twice, then put down his hand, and never resisted again. Everyone saw a palpitation.

If it doesn't hurt, how can it be? Burned by the scorching flames, not to mention a person, even if it is a piece of wood, a stone will react, not to mention Uncle Zhang, a big living person. It's just that in addition to sympathy, they can't just watch now.

The people who confronted the Drunken Immortal Building three months ago, everyone knew it, and no one knew it, in their hearts, that little girl was equivalent to a demon and a god.

And their cultivation is not high, the poison technique is not strong, and the natal fireworks are even worse than her, even if they want to help, they are just killing themselves. Therefore, the people in the drunken court looked at it so coldly, just like the middle-aged man who watched Yu Chuyao poison the incense with a cold eye, and stood by and ignored it.

In a short time, the scorching bloodthirsty flames devoured the middle-aged man's body, leaving nothing but black ash on the ground.

"What's your name?" Feng Caitian's blood-red eyes turned inky black again in an instant, turned around, and asked the little man who was still kneeling on the ground.

The little man's heart shrank suddenly, and he trembled, "Zhang Heng"

"So, what kind of Uncle Zhang's relative are you?" Feng Caitian asked with a half-squinted eye.