The cold wind quickly dissipated, and he felt a little warmth.
"What's the reason?" Wu Ma said.
"Uh..." Qingxia closed her eyes again, "I can't bear it."
"No," Wu Ma said, "You have to think clearly whether you can't bear it or you are afraid."
"There's nothing to be afraid of."
"fear me."
"Afraid of you?" Qingxia's eyes widened and she quickly laughed, "I wasn't afraid of you at that time - I cooked all the food you ate. If I had wanted to, you would have been poisoned to death."
"You want to kill me,"
Wu Ma said: "You have always wanted to kill me - you have wanted to kill me since Tian Deping died."
"You can't move at that time!" Qingxia said: "If I kill you in the secret room, your grave will be covered with green skin."
"You were also very weak at that time," Wu Ma shook his head, "neither of us could do anything to the other.
When I took you back, you never gave up the idea of killing me.
You kill me in your dreams, otherwise why would you always lie on the window sill and peek at me while I am doing experiments?"
"Why,"
Qingxia's face turned slightly red, "It can't be that I'm in love with you.
Don’t you Han people say that girls should be more reserved?”
Wu Ma stared into her eyes, "Do you like me?"
"I don't like the way you look now," Qingxia looked at the flower pear in his hand.
"Come on, you like me,"
Dancing Horse said:
“How can it kill me if you just send the news to me one by one?
you like me!
Just do stuff on my back?
When I was carrying you last night, how many times did you raise your palms and try to slap my head in?"
As he spoke, he pretended to be extremely angry and threw the flower pear against the wall.
A piece of wall was knocked off and plaster was scattered on the ground.
The flowering pear also fell apart, the petals fell everywhere, and the small parts rolled everywhere. It would be very difficult to put it back together.
I can't help but fall? The dancing horse is a little distressed, but now that the performance has improved, I must not fail.
He turned his back to Qingxia and stared at the broken wall.
He held his breath and tried to force all the blood in his body to rush to his head.
Still not enough.
He lowered his head and looked at the flower pear fragments on the ground.
This time there was enough blood in my head, and I felt a little dizzy. Wu Ma guessed that her face must be as red as a tomato.
"enough!"
"I just said enough is enough!"
"I trusted you so much," Wu Ma turned around and stared at Qingxia, "but you betrayed me."
Qingxia was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and looked at the dancing horse with blank eyes.
Wu Ma estimated that Qingxia would be confused by this move of his.
He continued to act, and the blood surged so fiercely that his eyes were probably going to turn red, "I hate traitors the most in my life - all traitors must die a good death."
With that said, Wu Ma walked to the torture rack and picked up the wooden stick covered with nails. "Which one do you like? How about this one?"
As he said that, he threw the stick to the ground and walked to the other side.
Pointing to a torture instrument with a thick iron plate on top, a desk below, and pulleys on both sides,
"What about this? Put your head on the table and it will be crushed quickly without any pain."
After saying that, he stumbled on his feet and walked towards another instrument of torture.
"Just come,"
Qingxia suddenly spoke, and most of the panic in her eyes had disappeared, "I want to try these things, one by one."