For Qin Shu, this short week seemed to have experienced several lifetimes of reincarnation.

Death, resurrection, death again... resurrection again.

In the end, she could no longer tell whether she was dead or alive.

Yan Jing’s so-called “great gift” is to kill her over and over again in various cruel ways.

The hemp rope as thick as a thumb tied her neck, tightened it a little bit, allowing her to open her mouth and struggle in vain, but she couldn't breathe a trace of air.

The paper was wet with water, covered her face, sealed her facial features, and then poured water through the paper. The water choked into her lungs along her mouth and nose, but she couldn't cough out, and slowly felt the pain of the explosion of the lungs.

Or throw her into the filled water tank and cover it with a lid.

Otherwise, she would just feed her poison, the heart-burning poison, which made her limbs and bones so painful that she couldn't help but spasm. Every hair was trembling, and finally she felt so painful.

After experiencing this purgatory life, Qin Shu has forgotten the pain in her body, and what is really devastated is her spirit.

Every time she resurrected and opened her eyes, she would rather be dead.

Death means sleeping in the darkness without being disturbed, without torture or pain.

Remember https:// in one second

This is much better than suffering alive.

But every time she forced herself to wake up from the darkness.

Because she was concerned about two people.

Her lover and children.

After death, I will never see them again.

Qin Shu tried to blink his eyelashes, and could still feel the adhesion in his eyes.

I don’t know if it was the tears that were not dry at the corners of my eyes or the blood that solidified in my eyes.

call......

She opened her eyes hard as she exhaled with a breath of turbid air.

The red-blooded eyes ignored the stimulation of the strong light above their heads and slowly turned.

In just a few days, except for fatigue and haggardness, all she left on her face was numbness.

Gu Jing Wubo's eyes were filled with a sense of vicissitudes that were inconsistent with his age.

"Welcome back." The joking male voice rang aside.

Qin Shu didn't react much when he heard this familiar voice.

She slowly turned her head, turned toward the door, facing Yan Jing, who leaned against the door frame, and hooked the corner of her lips.

She didn't even have the strength to sit up now, so she could only lie down like this and look at Yan Jing.

She swallowed her saliva and said slowly, "Do you have any new tricks today?"

Yan Jing narrowed his eyes unexpectedly, as if he didn't expect that this woman could be so stubborn.

He walked towards Qin Shu with his slender legs.

Half-squatted down in front of her, reached out to pinch her face that was almost collapsed. While looking at it, she said regretfully: "What a pity, your immortal body is really rare, otherwise I really want you to try the taste of ancient Lingchi."

Speaking of this, he seemed very interested. His slender eyes shiny slightly and said excitedly: "If you cut you into pieces, there should be no way to resurrect again, right? Or I have someone tailor-made meat grinder for you and beat it into meat paste, which should achieve the same effect."

“…”

Qin Shu no longer wants to say more about the word "perversion".

Looking at Yan Jing with anticipation, Qin Shu pulled his lips and splashed him with a spoonful of cold water weakly: "It seems that you have no new tricks anymore."

Yan Jing's palm that pinched her face suddenly tightened a little.

He stared at her from a high place, and for a while, Youyou said, "Let's change the way we play."


Chapter completed!