Chapter 644: She is dirty

The man in black turned his face and closed his own eyes. This is not to regard death as home. Others live to live, and they live to die. The dead are the only thing they must do in life. Things to do.
The black-clothed man looked numb, and seemed to be sure. Is there anything that can be asked from their mouths?
Suddenly, his facial features were distorted, the big sweat dripped down, and the blue veins on his forehead burst.
At first, he could hold it back, but gradually, his whole body was convulsing and trembling from time to time. The cold sweat on his forehead was also falling down, even the clothes on his body. They all got soaked.
His body was trembling again, and his mouth was open, but he couldn't even say a word. His voice was stuck in his throat. He wanted to scream, he wanted to scream, but he could do it. Yes, he always opened his mouth wide, like a fish out of the water, trying to catch the air and water that he can live on.
He opened a pair of eyes in horror and his teeth were clenched tightly. He just saw the black eyes that were almost insensible and his hands were placed on his shoulders. It was like shattering the internal strength of his bones and internal organs.
Not to mention the people in black, even Changqing and Changgong were shocked.
Branding has never been a cruel person, and he rarely kills people, especially in recent years, the number of people who have his own hands has been very few. It can be said that he has not killed anyone in the past few years, but now, He actually used it.
They knew that his internal energies were different from others, and they didn’t know how he had cultivated them in the first place. These internal energies could replenish the body, but he did the opposite, as long as his As soon as the inner strength came out, the flesh and blood on this person was shattered. This is the real life is better than death.
Even still unable to speak, he can only endure this wave of pain for life, until the painful death, a strong-willed person, and a indifferent person.
If you really encounter this, you must only want to give yourself a happy life, but sometimes it depends on whether others will give alms.
"Where are the people?" He asked faintly, some cold voices that could hardly find any emotional fluctuations.
The few stations where the man in black was tortured were not human-like. He couldn't think of anything else at all, only his body trembled from time to time. The cold sweat is also wet and heavy clothes, and even he has a kind of fear, this man is a demon, he is a real demon.
"Dead, die..."
He said the word of death from time to time, he just wanted a happy one, but his life was still there, he would continue to endure such endless torture.
"Say……"
It was still a faint and cold voice, still colder than the severe cold of winter, still more ice.
The man in black couldn't help it finally, he stretched out his finger and pointed in a direction.
"dead……"
He said this word silently in his mouth, tears and nasal mucus were running, this kind of pain and itching, he never wanted to experience it again, he just wanted to die now, he didn't want anything except death.
Bro Hengsi removed his hand, stood up, and walked in the direction the man in black said.
The man in black fell to the ground, his mouth was gasping, and a pair of godless eyes looked forward.
Longer walked a few steps, but finally stopped.
He tightened his lips, turned around, and walked to the man in black, then squatted down and put his hands on his skull.
"dead……"
The man in black said this word silently again, and then closed his eyes, there was also a kind of relief on his face.
The longer hand pressed down firmly.
The eyes of the man in black were finally closed.
This kind of death is a kind of relief. They all followed the son along the way. With his weird inner strength, the son didn't know how many people had driven mad, and those people were undoubtedly unable to survive or to die.
The son has rarely used this kind of inner strength.
Master Jingkong said that this kind of inner strength of the son is against the heavens and it is best not to use it on humans. Maybe Master Jingkong himself does not know.
Why is it that a set of internal energy kung fu for nourishing the qi is obviously a method for tempering and strengthening the body, but when it comes to Luo Hengsi, he has trained it like this.
Chang Geng stood up, also keeping up with branding.
Changqing looked back at Chang Geng, not dare to say that he felt a bad feeling in his heart. This time that person really provokes the son. In the past many times, the son did not have a reason to do anything with him, except for selling. This gave the emperor a bit of face because the ancestors of the Qi family were, after all, the founding heroes of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
It's just nothing wrong.
This time it was obvious that he was really angry, and it was possible that he killed Qi Yuan on the spot.
But this is not what Chang is more worried about now. If they fight alone, the two Qi Yuans may not be able to beat his son, but don't forget that Qi Yuan has a wife and a wife in his hands.
What he is afraid of is Qi Yuan's shamelessness, using his wife, then the son...
It's not just him, even Chang can't help but feel that his scalp seems a little numb.
The rain in the sky was still falling, and the feet of Branding were stepped in the rain, and some water drops lightly splashed, and then splashed on the corners of his clothes, but they were bounced by his clothes again. fall.
The rain slid down on his clean side face, and the raindrops fell off in a deserted manner.
Qi Yuan was sitting at the table, drinking tea cup by cup, while Shen Qingci was sitting on the side with rope tied to her hands and feet. She tried to escape, not even once or twice. These ropes frayed her wrists, and the blood almost stained the ropes red
Qi Yuan picked up the cup and walked in front of Shen Qingci. He put the cup on Shen Qingci's mouth, but Shen Qingci turned his face away and didn't even want to look at it because of those Qi Yuan had drunk.
She is dirty, even if she starves to death, she doesn't use the cup he used.
Qi Yuan broke Shen Qingci's face.
Put the cup next to her mouth.
"drink!"
Shen Qingci looked at him coldly, and in those eyes, his figure fell brightly, but why Qi Yuan couldn't feel anything.
With a snap, Qi Yuan smashed the cup he was holding, and then reached out and pinched Shen Qingci's chin.
"You didn’t like me very much before, you didn’t want to live for me, die for me, Shen Qingci, you beg me, you just ask me, I will let you go, I will give you everything you want, make a right appointment It’s no worse than branding."
Shen Qingci's lips curled up, and the irony in his eyes was a little ridiculous.