The darkness once again enveloped the cell. Feng Qingcheng's forced breathing suddenly released and he let out a deep breath.

"A girl can have the ability to bear it like you...it's rare..."

The sound of chains erupted again, and he slowly walked towards Feng Qingcheng: "Especially a woman like you..."

"What's going on with your eyes?" Feng Qingcheng's voice resounded quietly in the darkness, as if he didn't feel any pain on his body.

In his previous life, one of the most important training for a killer was to be abused.

As a killer, there will inevitably be times when you miss it.

After the failure, in order to get useful information, the enemy will naturally implement inhuman torture methods on them.

So in order to train their tough consciousness, being beaten and abused is common.

Bleeding abuse is even more inevitable.

In addition to keeping them a breath, any means that can torture their physical and mental health must be tried one by one as a killer.

Therefore, Feng Qingcheng's current injury is still within the scope of his tolerance.

What she cares more about is what kind of person imprisons herself in this place.

In the darkness, the sound of the chains suddenly stopped and then rang again.

"I cut it out myself..."

"You yourself?" Feng Qingcheng's voice suddenly doubled: "Why?"

"Some sins need to be borne..."

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but slowly closed his eyes. He needed to pay back what kind of sin he had to offer his own eyes.

Now looking at his tone, he seems to not want to discuss such issues with himself.

"I'm sorry... I don't know..." Feng Qingcheng apologized and wanted to find a suitable word for apologizing, but found that he was a little exhausted.

"You didn't do anything to sorry for me, why do you apologize? If you feel that it has aroused my sadness, then there is no need... I have become used to this hundred years of darkness..."

"One hundred years?" Feng Qingcheng's surprise became even more obvious: "Then aren't you very old?"

"White clouds and blue dogs, passing by, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye..."

In the darkness, Feng Qingcheng felt that he was fumbled on his wrist, and his sharp nails pressed hard on a place on the inside of her wrist.

Feng Qingcheng's breathing was very obvious and suddenly stopped. That place was an acupoint. The golden needle could stop the bleeding from the wound.

Now it seems that this person also knows some medical skills, and he actually knows to use nail pressing to stop bleeding...

"The cycle and cause and effect between heaven and earth have long been destined... Have you what he wants in your hand? What is it?"

Feng Qingcheng's eyes wafted, and his cold voice felt a little calm: "From your tone, it seems like you know the person who wants to get something from me..."

"I've gotten old and I know each other naturally..." The old man's voice suddenly became unparalleled: "His means are beyond your expectations..."

Feng Qingcheng's eyes tried to move his wrists. Although they hurt, they were not ruined yet. It was a great blessing in the misfortune.

Above the corner of his lips, a wicked smile curled up: "Old man, do you want to go out for a walk?"
Chapter completed!