Solitaire: Rise of the Waste

Chapter 637 Burning Alive 3
Everyone gasped, trembling slightly.

How could she be so cruel?
After controlling others and then burning them, the other party feels nothing, but happily accepts it, and endures the torture that life would be worse than death.

At this moment, they no longer suspected that Uncle Zhang was bought by the little girl, but silently prayed that the little girl would suddenly be kinder and take back the flames.

Because the flames were actually burning his body, and the scorching heat made even those standing beside him sweat immediately.However, even if they were anxious, they did not dare to act rashly.

The color of the flame is exactly the representative color of the divine fire, so for half-toned alchemists like them, it is so unattainable.

The eyes of everyone looking at Feng Caitian were no longer so disdainful, no longer so angry, but became extremely respectful.Although they don't know whether the little girl in front of them can make alchemy, but just with that hand of divine fire, it is worthy of their worship!
However, Feng Caitian didn't intend to take back the flame on the middle-aged man's body, let alone stop it.She just looked at it so coldly, the golden fire reflected on her face, beautiful and cold.

The clothes around the middle-aged man had long been reduced to ashes. While the black ash rose, the middle-aged man's skin began to dry, crack, and age, and then blood flowed out, but it seemed that he couldn't feel it, and he couldn't see it. No, just stared at Feng Caitian blankly, and said aggrievedly: "It hurts!"

A simple word expresses his physical reaction.

Feng Caitian narrowed her eyes slightly, curled her lips, and continued to control the middle-aged man: "Don't be afraid, this is a reward. After the pain is over, you can become a fairy and fly to the Western Paradise."

The soul-stirring voice, with extreme gentleness, is like the drizzle in spring, slightly cool, but it soothes people's restless and struggling hearts.

Ha ha…

pain?
Compared with Qiuye and Liu Jin's life, it was worse than death, so what was this little pain?
Anyway, he is not a good person, if he has a conscience, how can he indulge in it and ignore it in front of his eyes?
The eyes of the middle-aged man were hazy, he struggled a few times, then let go of his hand, without any more resistance.Everyone was heartbroken.

It doesn't hurt, so how is it possible?Burned by the scorching flame, let alone a person, even a piece of wood or a stone will respond, let alone a living person like Uncle Zhang.It's just that, apart from sympathizing with them now, they shouldn't just watch.

Those who confronted Zuixianlou three months ago, everyone knew that, in their hearts, that little girl was equivalent to a demon, equivalent to a killing god.

And their cultivation base is not high, their poison skills are not strong, and their natal fireworks are even worse than her. Even if they want to help, they are only seeking their own death.Therefore, the people in Drunkard's Court looked on so coldly, just like the middle-aged man who watched Yu Chuyao poison the incense with cold eyes, and ignored him.

In a short while, the scorching and bloodthirsty flames devoured the middle-aged man's body completely, leaving nothing behind except the black ash on the ground.

"What's your name?" Feng Caitian's blood-red eyes turned black again in an instant, turned around, and asked the little man who was still kneeling on the ground.

The little man's heart shrank suddenly, and tremblingly said, "Zhang Heng"

"So, what kind of Uncle Zhang's relative are you?" Feng Caitian asked with half-closed eyes.

(End of this chapter)