The Doctor Princess

He went out, and after a while, he came 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, dead than I'm miserable."

Yuan Minxiang closed his eyes and remained silent. Under his messy long hair, his handsome face thought that the ruthless pinch just now had turned into a terrifying purple-red color, but his eyes were filled with indifference, not hiding a trace of fear, even , looking at Fenglang with a hint of sarcasm.

Feng Lang was annoyed by his gaze, stepped forward and grabbed his hair, then reached out to take the soldering iron from the iron basin, directly towards his chest, and pressed it tightly.

There was only a "hissing" sound, and after a puff of white smoke rose, there was the smell of burnt flesh, and the orange-red iron, like a ferocious devil's fire letter, licked on his chest, expelling the piercing pain. , sent into his limbs.

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

"Does it hurt? Lord Min?" Fenglang looked proudly at Yuan Minxiang, seeing him in pain, he felt extraordinarily comfortable in his heart, even more happy than seeing him drill into his crotch.

Only now did he realize that the pleasure of humiliating him was not as good as torturing him.

Watching him suffer, he felt unprecedented happiness.

Walking to the brazier, he threw the iron into it again. He stretched out his hand and tore off Yuan Minxiang's prison clothes, fearing that the iron would ignite the clothes in a while, and he would have nothing to play with.

Looking at the bloody brand on his chest, he laughed triumphantly: "Master Min, for five years, I have been planning for five years to avenge you, and in the end, I couldn't even save my life. Five years, five blows, I Isn't that too much?"

After all, watching the soldering iron turn orange again, he continued to take it out, and pressed it hard on Yuan Minxiang's heart.

"Hiss", there was another burst of blue and white smoke rising, and Yuan Minxiang almost fainted in pain, but he managed to hold himself up. Seeing Fenglang's almost perverted behavior, he sneered and said: "Hmph! After five years of planning, It's just this little ability, if you knew that you would die sooner or later, you might as well not ask me to forgive you, but let me remind you, how despicable it is for you to prostrate in front of me and beg for my life."

This undoubtedly touched Feng Lang's heart with great pain. He grabbed Yuan Minxiang's chin fiercely, looked into his eyes fiercely, and gritted his teeth: "I think you are really impatient."

"I wouldn't be lonely if I didn't have you as my companion on the road to Huangquan." Yuan Minxiang sneered, although his voice was hoarse, but what he said could stimulate Fenglang to the height of his anger.

Feng Lang shook his head away, holding a brazier in one hand and a soldering iron in the other, and walked up to Yuan Minxiang.

"Now, it's not as simple as five strokes. I'll make you a rotten person, from head to toe, and your body will be bruised."

As he said that, he moved the soldering iron back and forth on the brazier and Yuan Minxiang's body at an extremely fast speed, and it really went down inch by inch. Because he didn't burn the soldering iron red, he didn't worry about the pain before, but it was fire after all. It was taken out of the basin, and Yuan Minxiang's skin and flesh were all smashed in a few strokes.

After finishing the front chest piece, Feng Lang snorted, pointed the soldering iron towards Yuan Minxiang's cheek, and pressed it down.

"This face, just looking at it makes me lose my appetite!"

"Hiss!" The skin on his face was so delicate, even though the iron hadn't turned red, it was still scalding unbearably hot.

On Yuan Minxiang's left face, there was a sharp stabbing pain, a burning pain.

After nearly half an hour of torture with a branding iron, there really wasn't a single intact place on his face and chest.

Originally, his body was very weak because he hadn't eaten or watered for a long time, but now, he had lost half of his strength, and it became difficult for him to breathe every time.

The continuous iron on his body did not cause him any pain, his whole body was numb, and the blood dripped from his cheeks and flowed into a stream at his feet.

His strength and vitality were being pulled away from his body bit by bit, even raising his eyelids was struggling.

Before his eyes, some pictures that were both real and illusory began to appear.

She was tidy up all over her hair, wearing fancy clothes, and said with a helpless attitude: "My second mother asked me to seduce Lord Min, but I'm not interested."

Under the full moon, she said: "My man can only be mine." Such a domineering tone, but cute enough to make people want to laugh.

On the street, she was holding a medicinal herb, sniffing it, and said, "I never thought of comparing myself with anyone. Even if I did, I would only compare myself with myself."

In the garden, she said coldly, "The love I want is for one person for the rest of my life. Can you promise me?"

One pair for life people!The corner of Yuan Minxiang's mouth evoked a bloody smile, with a bit of apology, after all, he didn't give it to her. In this life, he has failed her.

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

Her gorgeous smile.

She is as graceful as a fairy.

She dances gracefully among the plum blossoms.

Her coldness when she was jealous.

She frowned when she worried about him.

It hurts when she cries.

All these pictures were intertwined, overlapped, and gradually merged into one picture, which was frozen in Yuan Minxiang's mind.

It was a gorgeous picture.

On the hillside full of colorful wildflowers, she turned her head, smiled at him, and then left gracefully, leaving only his back.

To—lose her?

Totally lost?

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

His body was like a heavy lead bell, he could no longer breathe, and gradually began to sink, sink, and fell into the boundless abyss, he stopped breathing, and there was nothing left but sinking unceasingly.

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

The last thing he misses in his mind is only one person. That person has become an eternal picture engraved in his heart. extinct memory.

In this life, in the next life, in the next life, the beautiful scenery that will never retreat.