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Chapter 41 Are you sure you're not mad at her?
Chapter 41 Are you sure you're not mad at her?
Perhaps it was numb from the pain, but she slowly began to adapt to this inhuman torture.

The will-o'-the-wisp still shuttled through her body like a meteor, burning her internal organs non-stop, and the cold current was also scraping her skin, making her convulse in pain.

A day seems like a century has passed.

"If you can't hold on, you can tell me, and I will let you go." Di Jiushang sat on the cushion, and beside him was a tea table with a pot of tea and two plates of delicate pastries.

He drank elegantly with a teacup in his hand, his voice was calm and cool.

Drinking tea so leisurely in Guiya, I'm afraid this is the only person.

But Xiaobai had no intention of eating cakes, squatting on the coffee table, staring nervously at Feng Yunyao who was suffering at the entrance of the ghost cave, "Master, how long will she have to wait? I see how uncomfortable she is, is there any way to ease her pain?" ?”

Once the master dies, although he will not die as a guardian beast, he will also go through the gate of hell, no different from peeling off his skin, and his strength will be greatly reduced. The shell is about the same.

And following her for the past few days, although she picked it up and threw it outside from time to time, she would make it delicious and treat it well.

It is quite satisfied with this new owner, but it doesn't want her to die like this.

Di Jiushang put the teacup on the tea table, flicked his robe, and said coldly, "Yes, but it can't be used on her."

The purpose of bringing her here is to let her die and survive. If he alleviates her pain, then there is no need to come here.

"But..." Xiaobai knew the meaning of the former owner, but seeing the pain of the owner, it felt as if a cat was scratching in his heart, so uncomfortable.

Looking left and right, he grabbed a handful of delicate pastries on the coffee table with one paw, and held them up high.

Then, he shouted at Feng Yunyao: "Master, as long as you can persevere, I will give you all these delicious pastries."

As he said that, he stuffed the pastry into his mouth, and continued to say vaguely with the food in his mouth: "It's really delicious. Master, I have already tried it for you. You must come back alive."

"Let me try it for you again, um, it's delicious." He grabbed another handful and stuffed it into his mouth, the little mouth was stuffed.

Is there such an encouraging person, are you sure you're not mad at her?

Feng Yunyao was so painful that she was about to faint, but when she heard Xiaobai's ridiculous words, she regained her energy.

She straightened her already bent waist, pinched the knife with both hands, concentrated all her attention, and used her mental strength to resist the pain on her body.

The flying will-o'-the-wisp still burned her internal organs uninterruptedly, the pain was so painful that she couldn't bear it, and the cold wind outside was gusts, piercing her skin.

Under such torture, she couldn't faint and could only endure the hellish torture soberly. She didn't know if she could get the effect she expected by doing so. All she could do was to grit her teeth and keep resisting with her mental strength.

Time passed by, and on the third day, she felt as if something was flowing out.

She wants to open her eyes to see, but her current mental strength can only keep her brain awake, and she can't even move if she wants to.

"Master, why is she bleeding!" Xiao Bai, who was gnawing on a big apple in his arms, was stunned, and the apple in his paw rolled to the ground.

Every pore in Feng Yunyao's body was continuously oozing blood. The light purple dress on her body was soon soaked in blood, as if soaked in blood, it was covered with blood from head to toe.

(End of this chapter)