Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Like countless silk threads, she was firmly tied to her body, so she had to learn to be a clever puppet. If she didn't obey, she would be punished for dancing to death.

Ignoring the overwhelming nausea and nausea in her throat, Tan Jing quickly glared at Gu Beihua, who was indifferent and even calmly introduced her, "I thought that the anesthetic was enough for you to digest, but I underestimated you. In that case, I can't help it. The food I just gave you is a good thing. You can enjoy its power slowly. "

With that, Gu Beihua's eyes flashed a sharp light, and Tan Jing's heart trembled.

What power? What he gave himself to eat!

The bitterness in the throat has gradually dissipated, but the fear of hindsight is slowly spreading.

Tan Jing was terrified. Her scalp felt numb, but her tongue was still stiff, and she couldn't spit out half a syllable.

But this fear only froze for less than a moment. After giving her the pills, Gu Beihua didn't leave. Instead, he slowly took off his gloves and threw them aside. He stood up straight and stared at her with a faint light on his face, as if expecting something.

Tan Jing's whole body was hairy when he looked at her with his eyes that never moved an inch away. When her brain was in chaos, she suddenly felt a flash of pain in her throat. For a moment, she almost fainted from the pain.

Tan Jing couldn't help but vomit out a mouthful of thick blood. The fresh viscous liquid ejected from between her two lips and all fell on her clothes, emitting a strong fishy smell.

"Well..." Tan Jing rolled out of her throat with a murky murmur. Her intense pain seemed to push her whole body into a pile of thin needles in that short moment.

Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart, which is probably nothing more than that.

Seeing this, Gu Beihua didn't make a big response, and even nodded his head with satisfaction, as if he had expected all this.

He moved over slowly, bowed down his eyes, glanced at Tan Jing's dazzling scarlet, and pulled out a faint smile.

Tan Jing nearly fainted in the dark.

But it's not over yet. The pain is scattered at the beginning, and then slowly concentrates towards the middle point, just like a group of birds and beasts scattered around the world suddenly feel the call from the same place.

The process of pain concentration is also extremely painful. Tan Jing feels that the buzzing sound in her brain almost never stops, forcing her to approach the verge of collapse.

"Does it hurt?" Gu Beihua's cool voice poured down coldly.

Tan Jing felt that her tongue had been slightly softened by stimulation. For a moment, she couldn't care about the sticky smell in her mouth. She was about to start swearing. But two rows of teeth had just opened a little. Suddenly, she felt a more severe pain in her throat.

Like an invisible hand suddenly stabbed a knife into her throat.

Gu Beihua saw that the fierce hatred on her face gradually dissipated, and was replaced by fear and panic. He couldn't help but gently hook up the corners of his lips, "it seems that it has finally worked."