No, what about the monster?

Just as the thought flashed across his mind, there was a flower in front of him, and a cloud of black air came with a fierce murderous aura. The temperature in the room dropped sharply, as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

Ling Mulao subconsciously took a step back, grabbed Tianxuan Zhu with one hand, took out the pistol from his waist with the other, and pulled the trigger towards the erratic black figure.

This series of actions took almost an instant, but it was still a step slower. The black shadow flashed, and Ling Mulao felt a pain in his chest, and his eyes went dark, and he fainted immediately.

The black shadow fell lightly on the ground, filled with black energy, and stood gloomily in front of Ling Mulao, with a pair of invisible eyes projecting complicated gazes.

"Demon Suppressing Saint, see you later!"

As soon as the wind blew, and with the gloomy laughter, the black shadow disappeared again.

It hurts, it hurts!

Her body seemed to be torn apart, as if countless insects were gnawing at every inch of her skin, and countless silver needles were pricking every bone.

Ling Mulao frowned, her body was burning, and her head was as heavy as iron. She wanted to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't wake up.

"My lord, what should I do?"

"Wake up and continue questioning!"

Vaguely, I seemed to hear two people talking. One of the voices seemed familiar, but it was terrifyingly cold.

"Wow~" a sound.

Ling Mulao suddenly shivered with coldness, his head lightened, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The dark room was surrounded by various instruments of torture. The air was filled with pungent blood, and there seemed to be a smell of death approaching.

"Your Majesty, wake up!"

When a long, ferocious hell soldier saw Ling Mulao waking up, he immediately raised his hand and reported.

The man he called Prince didn't answer for a long time. He couldn't help but look up, and his whole body suddenly became cold. Such a cold face was even more terrifying than that Rakshasa.

This princess is also pitiful. She falls into the hands of the Sixth Prince and is blessed to die happily. The only thing she fears is that life would be worse than death.

"Princess Shuohe, if you don't want to suffer any more physical pain, please hand over the Tianxuan Pearl."

Nangong Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the two cold eyes seemed to be shot from the 18th level of hell, which made people shudder. He was still wearing the blue robe, but now he was exuding a murderous aura that was more terrifying than the color of blood.

Ling Mulao immediately understood what was going on. The monster must have taken away the Tianxuan Pearl, and he was falling into a trap.

"Sorry, Tianxuan Pearl is not in my hands."

Closing her eyes, she didn't make any unnecessary explanations and just answered coldly.

"Since the princess is so stubborn, I don't need to be merciful!"

As soon as he raised his hand, the jailer who was waiting next to him immediately raised the thorn whip in his hand and whipped Ling Mulao's body hard.

Each thorn pierced into the flesh and was pulled out forcefully. The whip was swung away like the wind, and the flesh and blood were suddenly blurred. In an instant, there was no intact skin on the body.

Ling Mulao's whole body twitched in pain, and her face gradually turned pale, but she gritted her teeth and dug her fingertips deeply into her hands, but she didn't moan at all.

"Princess, it is indeed strong enough, but if you try this torture device one by one, I will not believe you and keep silent."

Nangong Yi sneered, his expression ruthless, and his cold eyes revealed bloodlust.
Chapter completed!