Chapter 45
On the black square table, on the left near the wooden stake, there are scissors, blades, and daggers of various specifications and styles arranged...

On the right, some medicines and bandages were randomly scattered.

There are several white closed round wooden barrels under the table.

There were already criss-cross welts and wounds on Qianying's body, and some black clothes and flesh and blood stuck together.

"The clothes are so dirty, they are full of blood, please take them off for you first."

Tang Xiaoqi's eyes were bright, she picked out a pair of small and sharp scissors, and carefully cut the fabric on Qianying's body.

The curly and slender eyelashes are slightly upturned, and the focused and pure eyes are carefully watching the meticulous movements of the hands, carefully cleaning them bit by bit.

Qianying only felt a slight tingling pain, which was almost nothing to him.

Looking at Tang Xiaoqi's concentrated movements, he couldn't figure it out, frowned suspiciously, stared at Tang Xiaoqi's focused eyes, and suddenly felt uneasy.

With a weak voice, hoarse as if it had been honed by sand and stones: "What do you want to do?"

"Shh~"

Tang Xiaoqi instantly pressed the empty index finger of his left hand to his thin lips, and his clear eyes showed a warning look.

Brother Qianying, don't talk, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it, so just...

The air was filled with a silent atmosphere, and the dungeon returned to calm, only the slight sound of cutting the cloth was heard.

Not long after, Qianying's upper body was completely naked.

The chest was covered with staggered bloodstains, some of the wounds were scabbed, and even slightly blackened.

"It's dirty too."

Open a round wooden bucket filled with purified water and towels.

Wet the towel, and helped Qianying wipe off the excess dry blood on her face and body bit by bit.

The gentle movement made Qianying feel inexplicably terrified, unknown fear spread quietly from the bottom of his heart, his heart seemed to be tightly bound by something, and he couldn't breathe.

……

After wiping off the excess blood, Tang Xiaoqi raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

"It's finally clean, now it's time to continue doing what you haven't done."

Picking up a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, he instantly shaved off a thin layer of skin from the collarbone, only a thin layer, not even touching the bones.

The blood oozed out instantly, slithered from the collarbone, and flowed on the clean skin.

The hot blood reflected Tang Xiaoqi's bloodthirsty eyes, and the flowing scarlet was really intoxicating.

……

Qianying opened her eyes wide in horror, her pupils kept shrinking, and her body trembled slightly.

The memory came back, there seemed to be a sudden pain on the left side of the face, and the hands and feet became as cold as ice, as if seeing the devil in the endless hell.

"It's you……"

He remembered, the night he was caught, it was this woman who cut off his face without blinking an eye!
The burning pain on his collarbone kept reminding him of this fact.

The smile on Tang Xiaoqi's face grew stronger and stronger.

"You remember, but no one will bother us today."

"Or tell me who sent you here."

"..."

Qian Ying suddenly lost all his strength, lowered his head, his eyes were sluggish, and the temperature between his brows lost heat.

He closed his eyes in despair and became silent, as if he had already sentenced himself to death.

Throughout the dungeon, there was no more sound.

Staring blankly at the silent person in front of him, Tang Xiaoqi lost his mind for a moment.

Lowering his eyes, he didn't know what to think of, the scarlet in his eyes gradually faded, and he lost interest.

(End of this chapter)

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