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No matter how gloomy Mo Chenxuan's face was and how sharp his eyes were, Gu Qinghua still talked and laughed happily, and even winked at Mo Chenxuan from time to time, as if he was planning to use a honey trap.

"Humph."

Mo Chenxuan snorted coldly, kicked Gu Qinghua down on the bed, stood up slightly, straightened out the wrinkled white clothes on his body, and pinched Gu Qinghua's mandible with his fingers.

"You are so stupid. Look at your beautiful face. If you peel off this layer of skin, it will definitely be the most beautiful thing in my collection."

"Really?" Gu Qinghua said, "The wife also thinks that her husband is unparalleled in appearance, so she is afraid that she will ruin her husband's face if he goes out to flirt with women?"

Gu Qinghua blinked his eyes and said, "Actually, you don't have to worry, madam. I'm weak, but my husband will only take a spoonful of you. Are you happy?"

"You!" Mo Chenxuan said with a stern face, "Aren't you afraid? This sect leader is ruthless, skinning people alive, and even throwing people into snake dens and putting them into oil pans, so that you can't live or die!"

Gu Qinghua said: "Being a wife and a husband is like going up a mountain of swords and going down a sea of ​​fire. It's as sweet as a cake for a husband!"

"Really?" Mo Chenxuan raised his eyebrows and approached Gu Qinghua, his long untied hair intertwined with Gu Qinghua's.

If there were a third person present, they would definitely find how ambiguous the postures of the two were. The two black shadows reflected on the red bed curtain were very close to each other, moving up and down, as if they were embracing each other.

"Then the leader will hang you in the 'thorn bush', okay?"

The thorn bush is one of the major tortures used by the Holy Religion to punish traitors. The person is hung up high with a rope, and dozens of sharp steel thorns are placed below. A steel thorn that is sharper than a sword or a knife.

If the person being punished is unwilling to obediently hand over useful information, the jailer will slowly lengthen the rope, allowing the person being punished to approach the steel thorn step by step. In the end, the person will be stabbed through the body, suffering severe pain and bleeding to death.

Let the body and mind suffer.

As a high-level official of the Holy Religion, Gu Qinghua had seen the various major criminal laws of the Holy Religion, so he naturally knew what Mo Chenxuan was talking about.

Gu Qinghua: This wife is so perverted! What should I do? I like it very much.

Gu Qinghua deliberately misinterpreted Mo Chenxuan's meaning and said: "So, Madam, you have this kind of hobby. No matter what props Madam wants to use on the bed, my husband will cooperate." While speaking, his tongue inadvertently crossed Mo Chenxuan's pinch. The fingers touching his chin.

Mo Chenxuan quickly let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted.

Gu Qinghua smiled evilly, like a cat that had stolen something fishy, ​​and a glimmer of light quietly flashed across his eyes when he narrowed his eyes.

Mo Chenxuan became angry and sneered: "Then I will give you a big gift now. Don't you like men?"

He reached out to Gu Qinghua's collar and shattered all the clothes on his body with force, leaving even the obscene clothes behind, exposing large areas of fair skin to the air.

Mo Chenxuan subconsciously looked away.

Even he himself didn't realize that he didn't use torture on Shen Mo immediately. If it had been anyone else, the torture hall at this moment would have been as lively as a lantern festival. How could he talk so much nonsense to Gu Qinghua? , and it was still on his bed, in a position that was so ambiguous that it made people blush and their hearts beat.

But in Mo Chenxuan's view, all this was just that he wanted to make the life of the unknown identity in front of him worse than death.

"How about I find someone to take care of you?"

He bites the words gently, his soft voice moves between the red lips and white teeth, and he continues to spit out the words in an obedient and dangerous manner.

Gu Qinghua's lips curled up, and the curve of his lips was a bit dangerous.

"Are you going to take a concubine for your husband?"

"you!"

Whoever saw him in the past was not as scared as a white rabbit facing a wolf, trembling, cowering, and begging for mercy.

If you don’t know his identity, let’s not say it, but this person clearly knows his identity and has been involved in the Holy Cult for some time. How could he not know about his outrageous “great achievements”?

"Tell me, who are you and what are you going to do when you break into our Holy Religion? I may leave your body intact. Otherwise, I will take you to try the ten tortures of the Holy Religion now!"

"Don't. I'll say it now!"