Become invincible from the explosion of the alchemy furnace

He took one from Bie Rao.

"Let me put a few more lines on your white face and clothes!"

"Pop!" The salty smell of blood instantly filled the air.

After two whips were passed, bright red blood immediately overflowed from his neck. Drops of blood overflowed from the wound drop by drop, and he took two breaths in pain.

"How about it? Aren't you still confessing?"

"Don't even think about it, I will never tell you where they are!"

"Then just wait and get whipped again!"

"Oh yes, when I get beaten, don't forget to shout louder, maybe they will come to save you if they hear me!"

"Impossible!" Fang Yan stared at him, like a leopard trapped in a cage, stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.

"Okay, then I'll beat you until you beg for mercy!"

One whip, one whip, and the crackling sound echoed all over the floor. He just whipped him and it didn't stop, and he wasn't satisfied.

"Come on, come on, the flowers have just bloomed. Let me give you some cooking wine to marinate it!" He asked someone to bring another bucket of wine, and said the most ugly, disgusting, and terrifying words with the most beautiful and gentle face.

"You are so shameless!" He cursed again.

It wasn't because of how painful it was that he was beaten, but because it really disliked other people's methods. It was mean, contrived, and really made him feel sick.

"I told you not to scream, I told you not to scream!" He kept waving the whip, as if it was a carnival of his own. Fang Yan was hit one after another, and his mind was a little unclear after being beaten by him, and his head was buzzing. , his head was dizzy, because he had not eaten for too long, he was so hungry that he felt panic, he had no strength all over his body, and his fingers were cold.

But she remained unyielding and spat at the man.

"Don't even think about it!"

"What!" The man was instantly angered by him. He lifted the whip in his hand, rushed in front of him, forced him with his breath, and pinched her chin with two fingers. Staring at him, she spoke word by word.

"You'd better tell me their whereabouts!"

"dream!"

"Bastard!" Without saying a word, she whipped her again.

One after another, she was shaking all over. He was dropped in the air, and he no longer had the strength to lift his head. The pain came from everywhere on her body, and her brows knitted together. He closed his eyes and endured this silently. A lead

"Bring me the chili pepper water!"

When Fang Yan heard this, he raised his eyes slightly and breathed out. He glanced ahead and saw a bucket of red stuff. Then, he lowered his head weakly and exhaled slowly.

"Okay, okay, stop lowering your head, lift it up and let me see! Hahahahahaha"

Harsh laughter came from her ears. She just closed her eyes and listened. She couldn't even hear what it was. She just felt that it was very confusing and the world around her had nothing to do with him.

He was so tired now that he felt like he would fall asleep in the next second.

"Discord... wake up... Qing!"

"Ah!..." Suddenly I felt liquid flowing on my body, and all the wounds suddenly felt hot and painful.

It hurt so much that he was about to burst into tears and closed his eyes tightly. But I still couldn't help sobbing.

"Ah..." He knew that this was the feeling of pepper water poured on the wound, a rustling pain, as if the juice had flowed to the blood vessels and to the end of the muscles. The sharp pain made him even more confused, and there was a lump in his throat. There was a constant sound coming from the edge of his vocal cords, which was a sign of pain, but it seemed that no matter how much he hummed, screamed, or yelled, it was of no use. He only had one thought in his heart.

It hurt... so uncomfortable... He closed his eyes tightly, his brows were all knitted together, beads of sweat continued to flow from the ends of his hair to his temples, and his muscles were shaking uncontrollably. He heard others laughing at him. The sound was so harsh and noisy. He tried to open his eyes to take a look, but as soon as he opened them, the pepper water flowed into his eyes, so he had to close them quickly. She seemed to hear the man's sarcastic voice again, as if he was asking him if he was willing to come out now, and if he wanted to ask for mercy.

But he heard the voice in his heart again...

Forget it...it's no longer important to know what he asked...he won't...

Um. He silently and solemnly nodded to himself, then suddenly felt light-headed and fainted completely.

"What? Fainted?" When his subordinates reported it to him, he was still quite shocked.

"You're so impatient, I haven't had enough fun yet!" He was a little disappointed.

"Then let's stop here." He put the ladle back into the bucket of pepper water and looked at Jin who had been tortured like this.

Their hands were tied with ropes and they were suspended in the air, hanging down.

His arms are long, white and beautiful. But the bright red blood marks on it are his masterpiece.

His eyes slowly looked down, and what he saw was his hanging forehead, which was so weak that he could no longer lift it up. His normally neat hair was wet with sweat and became very disheveled.

Quite good looking. This is also his masterpiece.

Further down, there was already a red patch, and the soaked hair was stuck to his face with sweat. Her face was not clean either. The originally fair face was covered with dust, and her face was haggard and her face was yellow. His bangs were a bit long and blocked her eyes. Her eyes were tightly closed and her lips were pressed together tightly. There is no intention of relaxing at all.

Not bad, good, very vigilant! His reaction to this was always complimentary.

There were many marks on his neck, and the whip hit his collarbone, leaving streaks of blood and exposing his snow-white bones. He had just scratched that area and poured pepper water on it, and there were red marks on the outside of the wound, as if the juice was still being absorbed inside.

The white collar was covered in stains, and he had knocked off the first two buttons and turned them outside, exposing her neck. A bunch of pepper water was splashed on her chest, mixed with blood, and it was hard to tell what was what. Just a mess and potholes all over. Some of the wounds from yesterday have condensed into scabs, and the blood has turned black. Those can still be seen, but today the school painted beautiful paintings on the white shirts, using hands as pens and using The blood was ink, and the torn skin was still bleeding. He suddenly became curious and stepped forward to touch it.

Still shaking.

Even though others had fainted, his body was still shaking.

Forget it. So be it!

Seeing this, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'll pour water on him later! We can't let him die!"

"yes!"