Chapter 67: Sang Sang abused me a thousand times (Part 2)
Ning Que's eyebrows were frowning very tightly, and his face was even whiter than Sangsang who was standing below, but he never made any sound because he didn't want to surrender to her.
Sangsang stood on the ground of the temple and looked quietly above.
The pants on Ning Que's legs turned into rags, and then countless thin red lines appeared on his legs.
The invisible knife kept cutting, and the flesh and blood left his body like a butterfly. After a moment, the bones gradually appeared.
Ning Que's face was extremely pale, and his eyebrows and eyes kept twitching because of pain, as if they were crying or laughing. His lips moved slightly, as if they were about to say something.
Sangsang was a little satisfied.
Flesh slices fluttered in the air, and their legs were boned. Ning Que's eyes flashed over and fell on Sangsang, asking, "Don't you think it's quite like a peony fish? Do you want to make a bowl of soy sauce and dip it in?"
Sangsang was not satisfied, so there was a bloodline in his throat, and his vocal cords were cut off directly. He could no longer make a sound and could not say such words.
The invisible power in the Temple of Light continued to rage, and the flesh and blood on his body continued to peel off, falling like snowflakes, the lush white bones gradually appeared, and the blood gradually decreased.
The most terrifying punishment in the world is undoubtedly Lingchi. Ning Que tonight is like those criminals who are extremely guilty, suffering from the most painful torture.
The flesh has been removed, the blood has flowed away, and under endless pain, his consciousness is as bloody as his body. If he can make a sound, the temple will inevitably be filled with ear-sourcing cry, but at this time he
Even the sound was not heard, and the dead silence in the temple was extremely uneasy.
Ning Que's eyes were extremely dim, like a candle fire that could be extinguished at any time in the wind, or like a firefly floating at night in the old tomb covered with moss, which was very faint and terrifying.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago. Even if he had practiced Haoranqi, he would definitely not be able to support this time. But if Sangsang did not let him die, he would not be able to die.
Only by living can you feel this pain.
But he still did not surrender.
Sangsang looked at him with his hands in his arms, with no emotion on his fair face, but his thin eyebrows frowned at some point. She didn't expect him to last until this time.
In her memory on earth, Ning Que has never been an inspiring person, and he can't go to death calmly. He is greedy for life and afraid of death, is lazy and hates labor, and has never had any moral limits.
Why did he refuse to surrender to me until now?
Sangsang was a little confused and found that he had never really known this man, or that some changes had happened to him during the days he left.
The night wind blows gently in the Temple of Light.
The wind was gentle, more gentle than the gentlest lover's hand. It fell on Ning Que, but it brought him extreme pain. Then, he felt an unresistible chill, and his whole body trembled slightly,
Even the breath spit out between the lips was covered with some frost flowers.
At this time, he had no inch of his intact skin on his body, and even his flesh was about to be cut clean. When the night wind blew, it blew directly onto his bones and onto the internal organs wrapped in film. How could it not hurt?
Not cold? It is said that the chill is so cold. Who can experience this feeling better than he at this time?
Ning Que suddenly felt extremely itchy in his body. From the beginning to the fingertips to the abdomen, there seemed to be countless ant insects biting each place. He tried hard to open his eyes and looked at his body, and found that it was not Sangsang who found a new one.
An interesting way of punishment is that new meat is reborn on the bones.
Those itchy things are the feeling of raw bones and flesh.
His body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bones were re-wrapped by flesh and skin, and there was no more wound, smooth like a newborn baby.
This is the miracle that Haotian showed? Ning Que did not feel any joy because he knew that this did not mean that Sangsang had compassion for him, but it meant the beginning of the next torture.
Sure enough, the gentle night wind became fierce again.
Ning Que no longer felt itchy and cold, he only had a feeling left, that was pain, the fresh blood and flesh were cut off again, and the terrifying rain fell to the ground of the temple again.
Lingchi started again, and he was cut into pieces again.
The majestic voice kept echoing in his sea of consciousness, which demanded his surrender.
He expressed resistance with humble silence and proud mockery.
The stars outside the temple quietly looked at the most cruel and bloody scene.
Time passed slowly, and this was undoubtedly the longest night in Ning Que's life.
He was constantly being lingchi and healed. The extreme pain made him desire death extremely. Only then did he realize that death was really not the most terrible thing, but he could no longer die at this time.
His consciousness was twisted and shattered due to pain, and gradually became blurred. He vaguely remembered the child who cut his flesh and bones back to his father, the handsome eunuch who was cut into chicken feet when he stepped into the desert, and the Demon Sect's mountain gate.
Liansheng, who was sitting on the mountain of corpses, remembered another old eunuch who was famous for Lingchi.
He couldn't remember whether these people were real or false, whether these memories were real or false, many pictures kept passing by, but they could not bring him comfort, but instead made him more and more painful. But for some reason, he
He always maintained the last bit of tranquility and stubbornness, and did not respond to the command full of divine power in the sea of consciousness.
His forehead had been cut open, and blood was flowing like water. He half-squinted his eyes and looked at the tall and fat woman on the ground through the blood-colored curtain.
Looking at this woman, it was the first time in his life that he had such a strong fear, and it was precisely because of this that he had such a strong anger for the first time in his life.
He stared at Sangsang like a dying beast, gasping in pain, his eyes red.
He could not speak, but he could speak to her in consciousness.
“**.”
Sangsang had no emotion on his face, and he looked at him quietly.
He looked at her and said, "**you."
Sangsang still had no reaction.
He said, "If you have the ability, kill me, otherwise one day, you will be under me. Then I will keep ** like you are today."
Sangsang said, "Silly human."
Her voice echoed in the quiet temple of light. This was the first time Ning Que heard her speak, not speak in his consciousness, but heard her voice directly.
Ning Que laughed silently, hoarse like a bellows with a broken hole.
"You are Haotian, but you have been fucked by an ant-like human like me... Haotian cannot escape the cause and effect, you cannot change what has happened. Even if you can repair that film and erase that memory.
, you can't change the fact that you have never seen before, so you are angry."
He looked at her and said, "You make me suffer, and I will naturally make you unhappy. As long as you don't dare to kill me, you will eventually be angry because of this."
His bloody face showed a sincere smile, and his eyes as dull as dark fire were filled with firm and calm emotions, which looked extremely strange and heart-wrenching.
Sangsang said: "You did succeed in arousing my anger."
Ning Que suddenly felt a chill coming from his thighs.
Logically speaking, his body was already numb because of pain and he should not feel any chill, which means that this chill comes not only from physiological but also from psychological.
Ning Que looked down with difficulty, and saw that his legs were covered in blood and blood. Something important had disappeared. Then he felt an unbearable pain coming.
The pain was so intense that he almost fainted, his lower abdomen and thighs kept twitching, and the remaining pieces of flesh and blood kept swaying, and the picture looked so bloody.
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It took a long time before Ning Que woke up from the pain. He looked at his bloody thighs and realized that he had been castrated.
There are many men who have been cut off by their wives in history. Most of them were because of the unfaithfulness of men. Ning Que believed that he was very loyal to Sangsang, so he could not accept this fact.
Moreover, no matter how strong the willpower is, a man suddenly finds that he has become a eunuch, and he will want to convince himself that all this is an illusion, so he is silent for a long time.
"It's okay to murder your husband. Even if you abuse me a thousand times, I can treat you like your first love, but you have exceeded my limit of tolerance. I'm very unhappy."
He looked at Sangsang and said very seriously.
In Sangsang's eyes, Ning Que was no different from those stupid and humble humans, especially when he tried to anger her with those blasphemous words.
"I should have understood what your limit is. I am very happy to be unhappy. I also want to know what else you can do if you are unhappy."
Ning Que said: "I have repeated it many times, I will **."
"Fuck, it's a sexual act performed by low-level lives to reproduce. Since you try to make me always remember the sexual act that happened and want to have sex in the future and threaten me, then I will destroy you
The sexual organs, without the sexual organs, naturally cannot have sexual behavior.”
Sangsang said blankly at him.
Ning Que looked at her quietly and said, "Have you ever heard of the word yin?"
As he finished speaking, Sangsang's expression suddenly changed drastically.
Because she felt a pair of hands stroking her body.
Those hands were very slanderous and very presumptuous.
Those hands are not real hands, but a thought.
Ning Que's eyes fell on her plump breasts.
Sangsang frowned, feeling his hands reaching into his clothes and rubbing his chest.
She knew why, but she could not cut off this connection, because it was the connection of her natal life, and Ning Que's thoughts and thoughts could be presented specifically in her consciousness.
His and her joys and sorrows can be communicated, and desires can be communicated.
When she abused Ning Que before, she was actually suffering that extreme pain, but she was the omnipotent Haotian, and she could withstand pain that humans could not bear.
And when pain becomes desire, can she still bear it?
Many years ago, Ning Que, who had never been able to practice, officially embarked on the path of practice. In the process of finding his natal objects, the crisp laughter of Sangsang silver bells often sounded in the courtyard of Lao Bizhai.
I would scream twice because she always felt that the young master was scratching her itch.
She is his life creature, and his thoughts will fall on her.
Even though she is Haotian now, he can't completely control her, but at least he can touch her like he did back then.
He could touch her if he wanted to touch her.
Tonight in the holy temple of light, he began to touch her constantly.
I don't know if she will start to touch him continuously later.
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(On the surface, it is abusing, but in fact it is a hip-hop route. The process of God's adulthood is the focus of Ye's thinking, but the way I want to take is different. I want to be more family comedy because as a human being
In other words, isn’t the most solid and common one just a family comedy?) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register a member of Piaotianyi to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)