A palace banquet was a joyful person and the guests were all happy. It also solved the problem of choosing a candidate for a critical career. Nangong Tuo was deeply pleased.

Finally, the banquet ended, and Nangong Xingcai left the hall. Behind him was the escort team specially ordered by the Demon Lord, which was a meticulous favor for him.

Everyone in the Demon Palace knows that the Demon Lord is tolerant and pampered with this only son. Although the Star Young Master is not very obedient to him when there are too many people, or even rebelling against him. However, every time the Demon Lord chooses to tolerate him, and after the matter is over, he will send his confidant to him, and such a great honor is obviously to enhance his face and establish his authority...

But only Nangong Xing himself knows how cruel torture is behind this pampering

They did not return to Nangongxing's bedroom, but came to a remote iron gate. It was very quiet and there was no sound around. It was a bit gloomy.

In such a secret and remote place, even in the Demon Palace, there are only a few people who know that there is such a place.

"Young Master Xing, please." The two high-level demon guards in front and behind were Nangong Tuo's confidants. They were both rigorous and solemn, as if they were just performing a simple task.

Nangong Xing looked up at the two words rusty on the top of the iron gate, calm and empty. He walked in as a small step.

House room?

No, the rusty stains covered by dead grass, only two words can be seen in this room. This is exactly where Nangong Xing must experience every once in a while. As long as Nangong Tuo is willing, he can ask the Demon Guard to bring him here. This place seems to have existed for a long time, but when Nangong Xing was very young, Nangong Tuo used this place to entertain him...

Here, it is actually

Slaughterhouse.

As the house is named, the word "slaughter" tells the cruel criminal law and torture here. Massacre and slaughter are the portrayal of these two words. But Nangong Xing has always been alive and not dead.

Nangong Xing held his hand tightly in his heart and Nangong Xuan gave him the lucky bead. His calm face had a very cold look. Such eyes were matched with his bright eyes and white teeth, and his cute face was particularly inconsistent. But he didn't look pitiful...

The slaughter room is not big. Various criminal laws are varied and dazzling. Rows of different torture instruments are as clear as homes, and the dark places are gloomy and terrifying. Only the red-burning brazier in the middle emits a burst of ethereal flames. It is not only the tool for lighting the slaughter room, but also the most effective auxiliary to burning soldering iron.

The two demon guards, one in front and one behind, stood on the left and one on the right, and Nangong Xing walked to the center of them and raised his hand. The demon guard quickly took off Nangong Xing's clothes, and he was so small that he was only left with thin pants and still wearing them.

On his body, the terrifying whip marks were not yet fully improved, with pink skin color. Others that could not be seen were traces left by other torture instruments, and also had the same color of skin color. This was just the surface, and Nangong Xing's internal injuries had countless scars. This was accumulated over the past few years, although Nangong Xuan would treat him...

"Please bring it with you for Young Master Xing." The Demon Guard took a mask for Nangong Xing, and Nangong Xing took it. He took it and brought it with him.

This is a face-protecting neck mask, made of pure black iron, which can effectively resist external attacks. Nangong Xing's face and neck cannot be damaged, nor can it leave traces, so as not to be seen by those who are interested. The devil's love for Nangong Xing's kind image cannot be destroyed.

This is also why Nangong Xing's little face has been intact and cute as before

Next, another hour of punishment. All kinds of torture instruments that can be used will go into battle one after another, destroying this small and tender body at a glance

The Demon Guard showed no mercy, not at all. It may be because Nangong Xing wore a mask throughout the whole process and could not see the childish face of his few years old, while Nangong Xing could only hum from beginning to end and did not beg for mercy. It may also be because they became familiar with such a scene and became numb.

Nangong Xing's eyes were slightly wet under the mask, cold and confused

In fact, he never knew why Nangong Tuo did this, but Nangong Tuo never said it. Every time he could face him with scars calmly. It was impossible for him to be sad or confused, but he had already experienced the feeling of being cold.

It seems like this has been the case since I remember

One hour later, the mission ended. The demon guards put away the criminal detention and carried Nangong Xing and quietly left the slaughter room. No one was alarmed wherever they went.

Nangong Xing lay on his bed, and inadvertently a crystal tears fell across his cheeks, and he didn't notice it himself.

Crack~ The door was opened, and Nangong Xing saw a familiar figure and shouted "Second Uncle."

Nangong Xuan was actually very distressed, and he couldn't control his impulse and wanted to go to Nangong Tuo to ask clearly. But Nangong Xing grabbed his hand and smiled slightly, "Second uncle, it's so good."

Nangong Xuan was stunned and restrained again. He picked up the one on the table and asked to gently apply medicine for him. "Where is the best?"

Nangong Xuan changed the topic so that Nangong Xing would not feel pain as much as possible. Looking at Nangong Xing's wounds, he was as rigorous as he did, and was he wrong in his education to him. Xiang Afang? Can he really bear it? ··

Nangong Xing opened his big eyes, with hope in his eyes, "It's great that we can leave here."

Nangong Tuo was stunned and immediately knew that Nangong Xing was referring to what they were going to set out for the critical academy. He echoed, "Yes, Uncle Second can take you to do a lot of fun things. With the lucky beads, there will be something lucky to happen."

Nangong Xing smiled, very cute, and had some longing for "Second Uncle, can we not come back?"

But Nangong Xuan frowned, and he refused Nangong Xing's fantasy with difficulty and seriousness. "No, we must come back."

"Why? Second Uncle." This was the first time that Nangong Xing was angry in front of Nangong Xuan. He didn't like this at all. He couldn't imagine something too deep at all at all. He just didn't want to go back here again.

"Xing'er, listen." Nangong Xuan said seriously, "Even if you don't like this place, you can't think of leaving. The Demon Palace does not belong to Nangong Tuo, he belongs to you. You can forget his ruthlessness to you for so many years, but you can't forget that more people like you are suffering with the Demon Palace. Xing'er, you are born extraordinary, you are destined to be unable to go on the normal path. You have everyone's hopes, and some things you can understand if you are older."

"Why? What does their destiny have to do with me? Why do you have to bear their destiny? Didn't you see it with your own eyes when they hit me away? Then why do you want me to save them?" Nangong Xing was angry, real anger

Nangong Xuan was helpless. He couldn't say to the young Nangong Xing, "Xing'er, when you get older, I'll tell you all the second uncle."

However, Nangong Xing no longer wanted to talk to him. His heart was so sad.

"You go." Nangong Xing spoke and closed his eyes

Nangong Xuan knew that Xing'er would not be as cold as before, and his heart became colder. After the closest person hurt him, his heart became colder...

"Then Uncle Dee is gone, I will pick you up again on the day of departure."
Chapter completed!