~.-~ New York, a garden with bright lights.

Compared to the coldness on the streets outside, it is as warm as spring, but for Yuan Qingyi, it is a stove. With the sound of iron chains rubbing against the ground, Yuan Qingyi's hands had been handcuffed with two iron chains, and his feet were also firmly tied to the ground by iron chains.

The whole person's feet and arms were stretched open, and the iron chain was pulled up in a "big" shape. Looking at the sinister expression on the eagle, Yuan Qingyi's face maintained the calm as he should be, preparing //Shumilou's fastest text update. - No ads // Resist the other party's revenge, he knew that this guy would do everything he could to get information.

Although Yuan Qingyi had received cruel torture training, in such a deadly place, facing such a perverted torture, Yuan Qingyi still dared not be careless at all. He must make his mind as strong as a strong person, otherwise he would not ensure that he could survive.

"I have said long ago that whoever dies is up to me to decide whoever lives."

The eagle took a bottle of strong wine from the side, took two sips and glanced at the prey in front of him. Yuan Qingyi endured the pain on his wrist and shoulders, and said sarcastically: "If you didn't use rogue methods, how could you catch me? Maybe you, my fly, had been slapped to death."

During the fierce battle and chaos, Yuan Qingyi, who had already been infected with a poisonous knife, was then stabbed by several anesthesia needles. His brothers fell to the ground one by one after another when they could do anything. Yuan Qingyi finally wanted to run away but was entangled by the eagle, and he used the method of wandering to waste his energy.

In the end, he was stabbed in the shoulder by an enemy pretending to be a handsome army.

"Gashawk! Not a flies!"

A murderous aura rose from the face of the eagle, as if very unhappy, others joked with his nickname: "You are so self-righteous, you will make me angry and you will suffer a lot. Come on, tell me the whereabouts of the rest of your companions, so that you and I will be fine, everyone will be fine."

Yuan Qingyi sneered across her face: "I'm just waiting to suffer! If you defeat me openly, maybe I will cooperate to tell them where they hide, but if you use conspiracy, I will never tell you a word. If you have the ability, I will kill me now."

“Many people are used to beinghave.”

The Eagle sipped in a big sip of strong wine and snorted coldly: "But after suffering a lot, I will regret it, I regret not confessing earlier! I don't think you will be surprised!" At this point, the Eagle poked out his left hand like an eagle's claw, and took off all the clothes on Yuan Qingyi's body.

Seeing Yuan Qingyi's scars all over the battle, the goshawk was slightly stunned when he was breathing alcohol. Then he couldn't help but stretch out his left hand and slowly stroked the deep and shallow wound on Yuan Qingyi's back, making Yuan Qingyi feel a warm water snake wandering on his back,

"Hehe, what an exciting scar."

The goshawk couldn't help but exclaim, and his face became even more ferocious: "It seems that you have been walking around the door of death several times. I hope you can withstand this time. After experiencing so much pain and torture, if you die in my hands this time, it would be a waste of resources."

"Don't worry! I must live longer than you!"

Yuan Qingyi's eyes were calm: "If you have any tricks, just use them."

The eagle shook his head and sighed: "Hard-mouthed... Don't think someone is coming to save you. Almost no one knows about this place. Even if the sons of the Shuai Jun search openly, they will take at least two days to find this place, so don't imagine someone will appear."

Yuan Qingyi Chang laughed: "I'm ready to die long ago."

The corner of the eagle's mouth showed mockery: "It's so childish!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly smashed the empty bottle and hit Yuan Qingyi's wrist, which had cut his flesh. Bang! The bottle was broken, the glass flew everywhere, and a stream of blood also shot out from Yuan Qingyi's hands.

"snort……"

Yuan Qingyi, who was hit hard, touched the corner of his mouth and let out a muffled groan to relieve the pain. He felt that his injured wrist had broken, and then he regarded the pain as enjoyment, and his eyes turned from pain to excitement. Only in this way can he face the cruel torture of the goshawk calmly.

"I have a kind!"

The goshawk smiled again, then picked up a piece of broken glass with his fingers and licked a few drops of wine on it. Then he drew his fingers, and the broken glass pierced into Yuan Qingyi's thighs. A stream of blood sputtered instantly. The huge pain made Yuan Qingyi snort coldly.

Then, the goshawk's fingers slowly moved, and the glass cut a long scar on Yuan Qingyi's legs. I don't know what Goshawk used to make Yuan Qingyi feel a severe pain that he had never had before! The severe pain seemed to penetrate directly into his heart along his thighs, making his brain numb!

"Does it hurt? Hehe?"

The goshawk pulled out the bloody glass and walked to Yuan Qingyi with a smile. He shook the glass in front of the latter twice: "Forgot to tell you that I was a demon a long time ago and liked torture people the most. Do you know about the chainsaw in Texas? That's the movie that alludes to me."

"I am not only cruel, I am also wise."

Gangying put the glass on Yuan Qingyi and smiled playfully: "My favorite is the torture of Lingchi of the Tianchao. I feel that the thing is really satisfying to tossing. The highest record is that a man with 200 pounds was cut into 777 times. I think you should break the record with your physique."

"flutter!"

While talking, glass pierced into Yuan Qingyi's body.

Yuan Qingyi's mouth suddenly moved, and she felt a strong sense of pain suddenly coming from her abdomen, instantly spreading throughout his body's internal organs, and finally rushed directly to the brain. Even the brain felt painful. The severe pain made his whole upper body tremble.

The muscles on the body trembled irregularly like electricity.

"How is it, are you trying to say something now?"

Gangying put the old face in front of Yuan Qingyi and spoke in a gloomy tone: "Are you still going to hold on? Do you really want me to demonstrate Glass Lingchi's superb skills? I have no problem. I am very happy to do this because your painful expression is my greatest happiness."

"But I wonder if you can withstand it?"

Yuan Qingyi took a deep breath and suppressed the pain in her body, and maintained an excitement on her face: "Your torture method is really a pediatrician and it makes no sense to me at all. Old fly, if you are a man, just make another move."

"Yeah?"

The eagle sneered and pierced the glass under Yuan Qingyi's ribs. A huge pain suddenly spread throughout the latter's body. The thorn was even more painful than the two thorns just now. Yuan Qingyi felt that the pain on one side of his body was already numb, which made his mind start to be tested.

Yuan Qingyi shook her body hard and wanted to eliminate the severe pain. The chains of her limbs were slamming, but the feeling of being locked and unable to move could not completely offset the pain brought by her body. As the glass rotated, waves of impact shocked his brain.

Yuan Qingyi couldn't help but twitched all over: "Old fly!"

The four members of the Heavenly Dao League who assisted beside them lowered their heads slightly. They felt the pain from their hearts. Then, the eagle pulled out the glass again. With a wave of their fingers, the four of them quickly brought a mirror and placed it in front of Yuan Qingyi, and used two iron wires to jamm his eyes.

In this way, Yuan Qingyi could not close his eyes.

The goshawk pinched the blood-stained glass and sighed with a smile: "The most painful thing for a person is psychological collapse. I want you to see the scene of yourself being cut alive by knife. Of course, if you don't want to be so painful, then just take it."

"day……"

Yuan Qingyi couldn't help but curse. He could understand the pain this criminal law brought to people.

Honey!

A glass of a finger-sized wine bottle was clamped up by a goshawk. He turned the glass into a bottle of alcohol he brought, not to disinfect it, but to make Yuan Qingyi even more painful. Goshawk said with a grim smile: "The knife is too big, just let it go, be sure to hold it back."

"I will thank you for letting me cut eight hundred knives before dying."

As he said that, he picked up the glass and waved it, and cut off a piece of bloody muscle on Yuan Qingyi's arm like a knife cutting the surface. The flesh and blood fell to the ground. The eyes of the goshawk were focused like a doctor who was undergoing surgery. When he was about to take the second knife, his ears suddenly stood up.

"Swoosh!"

A sharp weapon breaks the sky!

A long arrow shot directly into the head of the goshawk!

ps: The third update is coming, there is an update today, calling for flowers.~.-~


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