The love debt between me and Feng Aotian

Yu Qianrou didn't care much about Xu Chen's perfunctory response and continued, "Actually, it wasn't a complete lie at the time. It was half right."

Half and half?

Xu Chen became more and more curious, and the ominous premonition was getting closer and closer. He asked, "What do you mean?"

"I do want to resurrect you, young master."

Is this actually true?

Xu Chen also understood how much Yu Qianrou loved him three hundred years ago, but as the saying goes, the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.

Yu Qianrou must hate him very much now.

However, what happened today gave him a slight illusion.

What is the truth?

"But I don't want to be with you."

Yu Qianrou said with a playful look in her eyes, "I want to torture you."

Torture?

Xu Chen's heart trembled. He didn't expect it to be like this.

The purpose of becoming an immortal was to resurrect him and then torture him?

This……

Xu Chen felt a headache and said, "Are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding."

Yu Qianrou shook her head gently and said, "Three hundred years ago, after I found out you were having multiple affairs, I've been having dreams every night of you with other women. I've had similar nightmares every day. I haven't had a good night's sleep in those decades."

"I still had fantasies about you at the time, thinking that maybe everything was fake. I wanted to find you and explain everything to you."

"Later I gave up and found a new goal, because only in this way could I escape from the nightmare."

"I will resurrect you, and then torture you, making you feel the same pain as I did."

"Now, that time has come."

Yu Qianrou's eyes lit up and her tender little tongue licked the corner of her mouth, as if she had already regarded Xu Chen as her prey.

To die.

Xu Chen was sweating profusely.

He didn't expect Yu Qianrou to have such a great hatred for him.

It would not be an exaggeration to describe Yu Qianrou's hatred for him as "torrential".

I wonder how much more terrifying this is than Guan Qiongyin and Xia Rushuang.

Xu Chen had a feeling that he would end up like Brother Cheng, and he said in a cold sweat, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"If you make a mistake, you must pay it back."

Yu Qianrou would not pay any attention to what Xu Chen said. She would not really forgive Xu Chen just because he retreated to advance.

Her sword fell on Xu Chen.

The moment the tip of the sword touched Xu Chen, the dragon-prison rope was retracted.

The next moment, Xu Chen's clothes were torn.

Sword marks covered his entire body.

Blood gushed out from tiny wounds, continuously seeping out.

Xu Chen was in a terrible state.

If that's all, it's nothing, just a superficial injury.

Xu Chen has experienced too many things like this.

But of course it won’t just be like this.

The sword intent exploded in Xu Chen's body.

Xu Chen felt as if countless invisible swords were slashing at his body.

This is completely different from a slash outside the body.

There is no hierarchy of pain.

His internal organs were wailing as if they were being ravaged, and blood seemed to be gushing out of his body.

Although he could no longer feel the attributes of ice and fire, his internal organs felt as if they were burning. The raging fire that suddenly arose continued to spread and burn all over his body, and he felt as if he was in a raging fire.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and the air squeezed out of his lungs was as hot as magma. The air he desperately inhaled only made him feel endless pain.

His thoughts became increasingly confused. He looked at Yu Qianrou, and the beauty of the woman in front of him gradually became distorted.

The blood kept flowing.

Flowing from inside the body to outside the body, and from outside the body to the bed.

The bed was stained blood red.

It seemed as if Xu Chen would fall into coma at the next moment.

Just before he fell unconscious, he saw Yu Qianrou bending down.

It actually stuck out its tongue like a kitten or puppy and licked the blood on his body.

Yu Qianrou's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly, "Sir, your blood is indeed sweet."

321. How many personalities do you have?

"Sir, your blood is indeed sweet."

How should I respond to such a question?

Xu Chen didn't know, but he had an indescribable feeling of creepiness.

Although his consciousness was about to fade away, the pain prevented him from falling asleep and he had to accept everything in front of him.

It turned out that Yu Qianrou had always wanted to do something like this, wanting to make him feel pain.

How many floors does a bag of rice have to support?

Xu Chen used such complaints in his heart to ease the pain from inside and outside, so that he could be a little more optimistic and not be completely crushed by the pain.

He opened his mouth with difficulty and asked, "Is this... enough?"

"Not enough, not even a fraction of what I had more than two hundred years ago."

Yu Qianrou still didn't intend to let Xu Chen go. She licked the blood and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you die. I won't let you have it that easy."

Death, a word that countless people fear, actually represents the word "ease" in front of Yu Qianrou.

Xu Chen didn't know what to say.

If he fell into Yu Qianrou's hands, he would be in real trouble.

At this moment, he noticed Yu Qianrou took out a small bottle and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"For treatment."

After saying that, he saw Yu Qianrou open the bottle and pour the water on him.

The water dissolved in the blood, and Xu Chen's wounds gradually healed, as if what had just happened had never happened.

treat?

Xu Chen should have been relieved to see this scene, but he did not feel relieved.

But there is some fear.

He pretty much knew what was going to happen.

Just as he thought.

Yu Qianrou swung her sword again.

Xu Chen was still covered in bruises.

His body was covered with sword marks.

Blood gushed out again.

The pain doesn’t just go from the outside in, it also goes from the inside out.

Then Yu Qianrou stood up again and picked up the bottle.

Yu Qianrou looked down at Xu Chen and asked, "Aren't you going to beg for mercy?"

"Is begging for mercy useful?"

Xu Chen laughed at himself and said, "If this can comfort you, then do it."

He knew very well that begging for mercy now would be useless. It would undoubtedly be futile in front of Yu Qianrou. It would be better to say this so that he could die more handsomely.

"These moves of yours might have been useful to me three hundred years ago, but not now."

Yu Qianrou heard a familiar meaning in Xu Chen's words. As if lost in memories, she put the water bottle down and murmured, "Times have changed, sir."

After he finished speaking, the swords and knives moved like shadows.

The long sword stirred up light and shadow in the air.

This time it is no longer about healing first and then swinging the sword.

But it makes the sword mark deeper.

Like gullies.

"what!"

Xu Chen finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a scream. He wanted to move his whole body, but was bound by the dragon rope.

This is more terrible than pain.

When people are in pain, they will make movements to express their heart-wrenching pain, but Xu Chen can't even do that now.

Everything is imprisoned.

Can't do anything.

Can't move.

He could only keep clenching his fists.

It can only make such a small range of movements.

"That's the expression, that's the expression, that's the expression I want to see!"

Yu Qianrou became increasingly excited, even her breathing becoming more rapid. "What I want to see most is your expression of fear and frustration because you can't move. It's more beautiful than any expression I've seen before."

crazy.

It's completely crazy.

Xu Chen was now very puzzled by Yu Qianrou's mental state and said, "Qianrou, take a rest. You have become a little abnormal."

"I became abnormal three hundred years ago."

Yu Qianrou's breathing was rapid, her chest heaving violently: "Three hundred years ago, you might have simply wanted to fall in love with me and didn't think too much about it, but I really want to grow old with you."

"But what about you?"

"How did you respond to me?"

"You're on multiple dates, and I don't believe it's all for your sister."

"Even if it is, why is it your sister?"

"why it's not me?"

"Why can't you do everything for me?"

"If the silver-haired witch dies, will it be my turn?"