He left, and after a moment, he walked back again, with a charcoal basin and a soldering iron in his hand. He looked at Yuan Minxiang with a ferocious expression, and smiled sharply like a devil: "I want you, I'll die for you, I'm more than more

I'm still miserable."

Yuan Minxiang kept his eyes closed and said nothing. Under his messy long hair, a handsome face thought that the harsh pinch had turned into a terrible purple-red color, but there was a faint feeling in his eyes, without any fear, and even

, with a hint of ridicule, looking at Fenglang.

Fenglang was annoyed by his gaze. He stepped forward and grabbed his hair with a sudden hand. Then, he reached out and took the soldering iron from the iron basin, directly facing his chest and pressed it tightly.

Just a "hiss" sound, and after a stream of white smoke rose, the smell of flesh was burnt. The orange-red soldering iron, like the hideous devil's fire, licking his chest, causing the heart-wrenching pain.

, sent into his limbs and bones.

He gritted his teeth and endured it without even a cry of pain.

"Does it hurt? Prince Min?" Fenglang looked at Yuan Minxiang proudly. Seeing him in pain, he felt particularly comfortable, and he felt even more happy than when he saw him drilling into his crotch.

He only realized now that the pleasure of humiliating him was not as good as torture him.

Seeing him feeling pain, he felt unprecedented happiness.

When he walked to the fire barn, he threw the soldering iron in. He reached out and pulled Yuan Minxiang's prison clothes away, for fear that the soldering iron would ignite the prison clothes in a while, so he would have nothing to do.

Looking at the bloody mark on his chest, he laughed proudly: "Prince Min, five years, I have planned for you for five years, but in the end, I can't even save my life, five years, five times, I

Not too much, right?"

After saying that, he watched the iron turn orange red again, and continued to take it out and printed it hard on Yuan Minxiang's heart.

"Hiss", another blue and white smoke rose. Yuan Minxiang almost fainted in pain, but he forced himself to hold on. Looking at Fenglang's almost perverted behavior, he sneered: "Hmph! I have been planning for five years,

It's just that little skill. If you knew you would die sooner or later, you might as well not ask me to spare you, but you would like to remind you how humble you were when you crawl in front of me and begged me to spare your life."

This undoubtedly touched Fenglang's heart. He grabbed Yuan Minxiang's chin and looked into his eyes fiercely, gritting his teeth: "I think you are really impatient to live."

"I won't be lonely if you are not with you on the road to the underworld." Yuan Minxiang laughed. Although his voice was hoarse, the words he said could stimulate the phoenix wolf to the highest point of anger.

Fenglang shook his head away, holding a basin in one hand and a soldering iron in the other, and walked to Yuan Minxiang.

"Now, it's not as simple as five strokes. I will make you a bad person, from head to toe, and incomplete."

As he said that, he moved the soldering iron back and forth on the fire brazier and Yuan Minxiang's body at an extremely fast speed. As he did not burn the soldering iron red, he did not rush to hurt before, but it was fire after all.

It was taken out of the basin, and it was said that Yuan Minxiang's flesh was completely broken in a few strokes.

After completing the front chest, Fenglang snorted and pressed the soldering iron towards Yuan Minxiang's cheek.

"This face will make me feel bad!"

"Hiss!" The skin on the face was so delicate. Even though the soldering iron was not red, it was still full of unbearable heat.

There was a severe stinging pain on Yuan Minxiang's left face, and the pain was burning.

After nearly half an hour of torture in the soldering iron, there was really no perfect place on his chest.

Because he hadn't eaten or consumed water for a long time, his body was very weak. Now, he no longer had any strength, and even every breathing became a difficult thing.

The continuous soldering iron on his body, because it could not cause any pain to him, his whole body became numb, and blood fell from his cheeks and flowed into a stream at his feet.

The strength and vitality are pulled away from the body little by little, and even lifting the eyelids is difficult.

Some real and illusory scenes began to appear in front of him.

She packed her head with a sloppy and dressed in fancy clothes, and said helplessly: "My second mother asked me to seduce Prince Min, but I am not interested."

Under the full moon, she said, "My man can only be mine." Her tone was so domineering, but she was so cute that she wanted to laugh.

On the street, she held a herb and sniffed it while speaking: "I never thought of comparing with anyone. Even if I want to compare, I will only compete with myself."

In the garden, she said coldly: "The love I want is for everyone for a lifetime. Can you promise me?"

A pair of people in one's life! A bloody smile appeared on the corner of Yuan Minxiang's mouth, with a little apology, but he didn't give it to her after all. He was a shame to her for the rest of his life.

He closed his eyes, and in his mind, scenes about her flashed.

Her gorgeous smile as beautiful as a flower.

Her graceful figure is as fairy-like.

Her graceful dance posture among the plum blossoms.

She was so cold when she was jealous.

She frowns when she was worried about him.

She was heartbreaking when she cried.

All these pictures were intertwined and overlapped, and gradually formed a picture, frozen in Yuan Minxiang's mind.

It was a gorgeous picture.

On the hillside of colorful wild flowers, she turned around, smiled at him, and then left gracefully, leaving only a figure for him.

Want - lost her?

Completely lost?

This time, it was not because of her departure, but because he couldn't hold on.

His body was like a heavy lead bell, unable to breathe, and gradually began to sink, sink, fall into the boundless abyss, breaking his breath, leaving only a sank, unstoppable sinking.

At the end of his consciousness, he only saw a raging fire.

The last thing I miss in my mind was only one person, that person has become an eternal engraving painting in his heart. Even if time fades away and years have passed, this portrait will not disappear, but will become eternal.

Memory of destruction.
Chapter completed!