The Jupiter Taoist slapped Nie Zhen severely, and immediately there was another open wound.
Nie Zhen snorted.
"Damn it, that hypocrite Qi Xuelou, hmph, he hates Qi Tianyou so much, he can't love him, he can't wait, as long as I force him with Ganoderma lucidum, he will definitely kill Qi Tianyou for his own survival and for healing , kill the son of the person he loves most with his own hands! Then he will spend his whole life in regret, I want him to suffer a hundred times more than me!" Taoist Jupiter pinched Nie Zhen.
Nie Zhen only felt that it was difficult to breathe.
Are you going to die?
It's so cold.
So dark!
There is a feeling of relief in my heart
finished?
This painful life
He seemed to see his sisters and father waving to him.
Goodbye, Xianning
No!
He is not dead!
At the moment of dying, Taoist Jupiter let go of his hand.
He is a little regretful.
Physically and mentally reached the limit
Taoist Juxing said: "I hate Qi Xuelou, he killed my master, master, master, I really want to see my master again! It's all my master's fault! It's all my master's fault!"
In the end, Taoist Jupiter burst into tears like a child!
Howling!
Nie Zhen sneered and couldn't help laughing.
Because of laughing, he affected the wound, so he coughed violently and coughed up blood deeply!
"You are really the most powerful person I have ever seen. None of my apprentices can survive five days. You lasted fifteen days. Do you know that on the fifth day, my apprentices cried Please, beg me, beg me to kill them quickly. It¡¯s disgusting, I just want to torture them" Taoist Juxing thought of those apprentices, and a trace of disgust flashed across his face.
In fact, Nie Zhen's spirit has reached its limit, and he is just holding on.
Jupiter Taoist suddenly asked: "Do you know what playing the pipa is?"
Nie Zhen didn't know what was going on, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Playing the pipa is a punishment. First, take off your clothes, put you on your back, and tie your hands and feet so that your ribs protrude, leaving only a layer of skin covering your ribs. There are two people on each side of you, with a machete or a sharp weapon. The ribs were cut and gouged up and down. The two men used their sharp blades to "pluck" the ribs back and forth, like playing a lute."
Taoist Juxing started his hands while talking, and muttered: "But I only have one person, and two people are needed to play the pipa. By the way, wouldn't it be good to play the one on the left after playing the one on the right!"
Sharp blade pluck!
"Ah!!!" Nie Zhen roared!
Roaring!
Screaming!
Who can come and save me!
Anyone can!
His eyes are empty and confused!
He remembered the year when he was fifteen years old, when he was full of vigor and gave advice!
At that time, he was so honorable that no one dared to insult him!
At that time, he was dressed in gorgeous clothes, proud, and self-admired!
In a daze, he seemed to see himself at the age of fifteen.
With picturesque eyebrows and eyes, a thin smile on the corner of the mouth, and a gorgeous dress!
The noble and proud self looked down at him coldly, "Look at you, it's really a lump of mud now, so embarrassing, so unbearable."
He was trembling with blood all over his body, his eyes were confused, and he was speechless.
He couldn't help it, broke down and cried!
Kneeling on the ground, weeping loudly.
What he shed was not tears, but blood! !
He is in a mess, he looks like a beggar!
The proud self sneered and said, "Do you still remember what you said? You said that only useless trash will cry, and you said that I have never cried since I was fifteen!"
Now he is crying, crying heartbreakingly!
The proud self looked on coldly at the crying self. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com