It is the smell of the spit from the lips.Īt this time, he has no one-inch intact skin, that is, the meat is about to be cut clean. Then he felt an unbearable chill, and the cold body shivered. The wind was soft, gentler than the gentlest lover’s hand, and it fell on Ning Que, but it brought him extreme pain. The night wind is light in the Temple of Light. Sang Sang was a bit stunned and found that he had never really known the man, or that he had changed something about his body during these days. Why did he still refuse to surrender to me until this time? He is greedy and fearful of death, and he has never had the limit of what Dao De. In her memory of the human world, Ning Que has never been an impassioned generation, and she has not been able to calm down to death. She didn’t think he could hold this time. The thin eyebrows didn’t know when he got up. Sang Sang looked at him with his hands, and there was no emotion on his face. Even if he has Overwhelming Qi in Culture, he can’t support this time, but Sang Sang will not let him die, and he will not die. If you change to an ordinary person, you are already dead at this time. Ning Que’s eyes are faint to the extreme, like a candle that can be extinguished at any time in the wind, and like a firefly that floats on the mossy old tomb at night. If he can make a sound, the temple will echo with a tragic scream, but at this time he Even the sound could not be heard, and the silence in the temple was extremely disturbing. The meat has been removed, the blood has flowed, and under the endless pain, his consciousness is as bloody as the body. The human world’s most horrible punishment is undoubtedly Ling Chi, Ning Que tonight, like the sinful prisoners, suffering from the most painful torture. The invisible power in the Temple of Light continues to wreak havoc, and the flesh and blood on his body continues to peel off, falling like snowflakes, and the bones of Senran are gradually emerging, and the blood and water are gradually decreasing. He could no longer make a sound and could not say such a thing. Sang Sang was not satisfied, so he had a blood line in his throat, and the vocal cords were cut directly.
He asked, “Don’t you feel like a peony fish? Do you want to eat bowls of soy sauce?” The flesh pieces fluttered in the air, their legs were white, and Ning Que’s eyes passed over and fell on Sang Sang.
Ning Que’s face was pale and his eyebrows twitched because of pain, like crying and laughing, his lips moving slightly, as if to say something.
After a while, the bones gradually appear. The invisible knife cuts and cuts, and the flesh and blood leave his body like a butterfly. The pants on Ning Que’s legs turned into rags, and then there were countless thin red lines on his legs. Sang Sang stood on the ground of the temple and looked quietly at the top. Ning Que’s eyebrows are extremely tight, and his face is even whiter than Sang Sang standing below, but he never makes any noise because he does not want to surrender to her.
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