Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 57 Nether Hell, Thousands of Punishments, There Is Always One That Suits You

The body of this human race is very closely related to the way of heaven.

Yin Mang's beautiful dark eyes lit up.

Come up with an ambitious idea.

She had to seize the opportunity and fight to the death.

Let the old guy be partial!
Knowing that you are partial to the human race all day long, show your face!

The girl smiled lightly, drunk with youth.

She clasped her palms together and patted lightly, smiling very cunningly: Father Tiandao, don't worry!I must seize the opportunity to block you with 360° without dead ends.

Su Mufeng was paralyzed on the ground like a dead pig. Hearing footsteps, he didn't move.

The draft of the speech in hand was clean, not a single word was moved.

"It's quite courageous."

The black-haired girl squatted down, and the treacherous malice in the dark eyes made people tremble and feel cold all over.

"I will never agree to your request!"

Su Mufeng was sweating profusely, dripping wet, his eyes were scarlet like trapped animals.

He waited for seven years and forced Yin Qingxuan for seven years.

Hope before, he will not give up even if he dies.

"Okay."

Yin Mang's smile was bright, as dazzling as the rising sun.

Arms crossed her chest, black hair hung down from her ears, the girl's voice was like wine, intoxicated with dreams: "The netherworld, all kinds of punishments."

"There is always one that suits you."

"Don't thank me."

With her hands behind her back, her red dress fluttering, she blinked her eyes playfully: "This girl is so caring."

"are you ready?"

"three!"

"two!"

The sound of the countdown hit Su Mufeng's heartbeat.

He was nervous and terrified, and his whole body was as stiff as iron. He didn't know what kind of frightening means Yin Mang had in his hands.

Clenching his fists tightly, he closed his eyes tightly and waited for the severe pain to come.

Yin Mang raised his hand.

The white and moist fingers are clearly slender, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the fingers, making the hand look like the finest handicraft, beautiful and flawless.

With her hands behind her back, she took two brisk steps forward, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the whole city.

Muttering: "One!"

"0.1!"

"0.01!"

"0.001!"

Su Mufeng...! !

crazy!
moron!

Fuck!
This woman deliberately tricked him!
He opened his eyes suddenly, and stared at the figure with murderous intent.

"Snapped!"

Yin Mang smiled and snapped his fingers.

"Forehead!"

In an instant, every muscle in Su Mufeng's body tensed up, curling up like a shrimp.

Cold sweat dripped down, soaking his clothes in a few seconds.

It was as if tens of thousands of needles were pierced into the body at the same time, piercing the bones and skin.

A raging fire was burning in the internal organs, scorching his body.

The inside is scorching hot, but the outside is icy cold.

The addition of heat and cold increases the pain tenfold.

Su Mufeng was like a fish short of water, he opened his mouth in vain, his throat was on fire, but he couldn't even utter a word.

He was curled up and wriggling on the floor like a dumb man.

ten seconds.

Ten seconds that were as fast as lightning, for him, it seemed like a whole century had passed in pain.

After the pain passed, Su Mufeng's curled up body was still curled up, his brain couldn't even react, and he was still lying like a dead fish.

"To write or not to write?"

Yin Mang leaned lazily against the window, looking at him with a smile.

There is no temperature in the fundus, no light.

The girl's elegant and windy words blew into Su Mufeng's ears, like the scythe of death on his neck.

It was so cold that people shivered all over.

His eyes were wide open, and salty sweat seeped into their eye sockets.

A sour and uneasy feeling.

"You are dreaming!"

(End of this chapter)