The pampered baby of King's High School

The people around were crying bitterly, they watched that poor young man suffer cruel Ling Chi!

His scalp was cut open, the skin on his arms was torn, and his legs were left with white flesh...

The man screamed, he cried heart-piercingly!This is the cruelest, most vicious and most dehumanizing torture, anyone who tries it will collapse, suffer, and can't bear it!

The people around tightly covered their ears, forcing themselves not to listen to his heart-piercing cries, as if only in this way, their heart would feel better!

People are always so fragile, they can't see themselves being hurt, and they can't stand the cries of others!So, we live in this world, what can we bear? !

The man finally passed out in endless suffering and struggle...

But what about the faces of those thugs?

Their hearts have already been frozen in the bloody wind.

There is no expression on their facial features, no expression at all.It seemed that what they were fighting was just a prey.He deserved it, he deserved it, he didn't deserve people's sympathy, he didn't deserve their expressions for him.

Even if it is a little pitiful.

Netherworld.The magnificent territory of the Yemei Gang, its majestic momentum, its eerie sense of touch, and its cruel reputation are all vividly expressed at this moment.

Feng Yingchen's expression was still so deep and charming, as if no matter how much time had passed.One year, five years, ten years, 100 years, 1 years... As long as he is still Feng Yingchen, he will always be indifferent and lonely.

He is a person who lives in the cold world, and at the same time, he is also a person who lives in time.

He will not fall.His eyes were deep, and he stared at all this cruelly!

It's just that these cruel wailings couldn't destroy him at all, he just tasted the fine wine faintly, like kissing her soft lips...

"So now, is anyone going to dance?" Feng Yingchen said coldly, her eyes were dim, more charming than fine wine.

——If you don’t dance, then you will only be lingering.

——In other words, you have to die, and you must die!

Next, with trembling legs and stroking their beating hearts, people walked slowly to the fire pit and closed their eyes, as if praying before death.

Finally, there was a person who couldn't stand the torture and suffering before death, so he jumped into the fire pit.

People covered their ears one after another.Because, another heart-piercing cry is in the nether world.A sound came from the sky above the Night Phantom Gang.You seem to be able to hear the sound of flesh scorching and rotting in the fire, and you seem to be able to smell the disgusting smell of bloody flesh being scorched in the fire...

In the end, the originally living, flesh and blood person turned into a pile of ashes...

This is Nether.Is it Nightmare?

This is Feng Yingchen.He never needs sympathy.

"Young Master Feng... Are you not afraid that she will know if you do this?" A woman in her early 20s said tremblingly to Feng Yingchen, her voice seemed particularly abrupt at this moment.

"What did you say?" Feng Yingchen raised her eyebrows proudly, her handsome eyes were deep.

"I'm saying, aren't you afraid that Motata will be afraid of you like this?"

——You are not afraid, would Mo Tata be afraid of you like this?

Feng Yingchen's deep and cold eyes showed a hint of surprise, he raised his head, and asked the woman in front of him coldly, "What's the matter with you?"

"Oh! I know it's none of my business... But I've always been very accurate in judging people. Do you believe it? You definitely have your own reasons for doing this, don't you? Master Feng, you belong to Is it a forbearing character that I will never say? And, you must love Motata very much, right? Then there are some reasons in your heart that you never said you love her, you only pet her and take care of her , but you never said you loved her, did you?...Of course I don't understand your difficulties and reasons. The only thing I know is that you have fallen in love with her..."

——Actually, not all deep loves are secrets.

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