Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4370 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy)
Then, the black needles would scratch his eyes. He could clearly feel the pain, but there was no wound on his eyes. Although the black fog was very thick before it turned into black needles, the black needles were thin and sparse. The pain caused by the black needles to his eyes was similar to that caused by the black fog before, just like being scratched by sand.

This time, when the black needle scratched his eyes, his eyes did not close as if they were controlled by the other party. If something scratched his eyes normally, he would subconsciously close his eyes, but at this moment, he couldn't close his eyes at all.

He could only keep his eyes open, just like when he saw those terrible scenes before and wanted to close his eyes but couldn't.

Amid the pain of the black needle scratching his eyes, he had no choice but to look at the other person.

Although the black fog had completely turned into black needles and his eyes were open, he still felt his eyelids were very cold as last time. After a while, he felt that his eyelids were made of cold water. Thinking of the black fog before, he felt that his eyelids were made of ink. Although this time it was the black needles instead of the black fog that caused pain in his eyes, he still felt that his eyelids were made of poisonous ink that caused him pain.

He was in great pain, not only from the pain in his eyes, but also from the unwanted feeling in his heart. Although there was no basis for it, it seemed difficult for him to believe that his eyelids were not made of poisonous ink.

After he screamed out in pain again, the thumb and index finger of the big hand pinched his shoulders again. The previous time he felt more and more pain, but this time, when the thumb and index finger of the big hand pinched his shoulders, he heard the sound of bones breaking, which was more painful than the previous time.

"Ah - spare me! Spare me!" he begged in pain.

The huge man didn't let go of his hand. The two heads in the middle, whose eyebrows looked like cotton balls being crushed by tramples, said to him, "Let you go? Haha! What a joke! Look at my eyebrows."

He said, "Let me see! Let me see! Can you... spare... spare me?"

"Will I forgive you just because you looked at my eyebrows?" said the head whose eyebrows looked like cotton balls that had been stepped on.

"Then what do you want me to do...to forgive me? Just tell me and I'll do it!" He continued to beg.

"Has anyone among the Blue Armored People ever begged you to let them go?" asked the head whose eyebrows looked like cotton balls that had been trampled. "Yes," he answered.

"Have you ever spared anyone who begged you for mercy?" asked the head whose eyebrows looked like cotton balls that had been stepped on.

"No...it's different," he said.

"It's already come to this, and you still don't answer my questions honestly, and you still dare to quibble!" said the head whose eyebrows were like cotton balls that had been stepped on, "It seems that I won't feel relieved unless I use more ruthless hands!"

"I...I answered..." he said, "I didn't forgive him, but I also have...my own difficulties..."

"You still say you have your reasons?" said the head whose eyebrows looked like cotton balls that had been trampled. "Okay, since you still dare to say that, then..."

"No... no hardship... I have no hardship!" he said quickly.

"What do you see in my eyebrows?" asked the human head whose eyebrows looked like cotton balls that had been stepped on.

"A figure," he answered quickly.

(End of this chapter)