After passing through the book, Master must work hard to achieve the ending of be

night.

Song Huaiqing had just fallen asleep when he suddenly felt something touching him. He suddenly opened his eyes and met Xiao Fangchi's eyes.

Song Huai Qingxin asked what was wrong with this man. Did he come to his bed in the middle of the night to scare him to death?

"Why, Master, you miss me so much?"

Xiao Fangchi's hand was still on his face. When he woke up, he didn't move away. Instead, he smiled. In Song Huaiqing's eyes, he felt cheap.

Song Huaiqing always felt that Xiao Fangchi now seemed to have copied the script of Boss Ba, and his words were similar to Boss Ba in romance novels. To be honest, he still preferred the Xiao Fangchi from five years ago.

It's pitiful and looks like it's easy to bully.

Song Huaiqing curled her lips and said only one word: "Yes."

Because Song Huaiqing had slept for a while, the coldness on his face seemed to have melted away a lot from sleep, and his facial features looked a little softer than during the day. When he said this, his voice was softer, and he gave such a straightforward answer. Let Xiao Fangchi immediately panic.

Xiao Fangchi blinked, a little disbelieving, thinking that he heard wrongly.

When this was not enough, Song Huaiqing reached out from the quilt, grabbed Xiao Fangchi's hand, and rubbed his fingertips at his pulse point.

Xiao Fangchi suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his meridians, but he subconsciously ignored it.

"Silly?"

There was a little smile on Song Huaiqing's lips. Although it was just a little bit, it was more genuine than the two times Xiao Fangchi had seen him. It was a real smile and a gentle smile.

Xiao Fangchi was stunned again. Did Master take the wrong medicine?

Such a master made him even more unable to take his eyes away.

He suddenly felt as if he was drunk, as if he had seen his master in his previous life, but he did not drink alcohol today.

As he watched, Xiao Fangchi felt that the master's face in front of him seemed to be gradually blurring, his mind began to lose its clarity, and his body felt strange and numb.

"Master, you..."

Xiao Fangchi suddenly realized something and fell down the next moment before he could finish speaking.

Looking at Xiao Fangchi who was pressed against him, Song Huaiqing directly smiled and returned to his cold look, without any gentleness at all.

Not to mention, this little beast is quite heavy, and it’s uncomfortable to have it on him.

He pushed hard and Xiao Fangchi fell to the ground.

Song Huaiqing first took a few silenced talismans from the storage bag and stuck them around the room to ensure that the sounds inside would not be heard by the outside. Then he took out the shackles he got from the system and cuffed Xiao Fangchi's hands and feet. Bolted to the four pillars on the bed, Xiao Fangchi was in big letters.

Although he has no spiritual power, the storage bag can still be used. There are many talismans in it, but he can only use the most basic talismans that do not require spiritual power.

Just to silence the note, there is no need for spiritual stimulation.

Ling Lingling floated out, looking at Song Huaiqing's series of unhurried movements, her little body trembled.

[Host, you really have to do this. 】

Song Huaiqing was taking his cloak, putting it on himself attentively, and fastening the drawstring in front.

[This can also increase the blackening value. 】

Ling Ling Ling was at a loss for words: [This...] This is true.

However, no matter how the host looks at it, it is not just to increase the blackening value.

After making sure that she was not cold anymore, Song Huaiqing stood by the bed and then looked at Xiao Fangchi.

He took Xiao Fangchi's hand and looked at it carefully.

The hands are big, slender, with clear joints, a mole on the tiger's mouth, and a fairly fair complexion.

It was this hand that clamped down on him and pinched his chin.

Humph.

Song Huaiqing snorted in her heart and took out a dagger from her storage bag. He gestured a few times, thinking about the possibility of chopping off his hand.

[Zero Zero Zero, do you have pliers? 】

Ling Ling Ling Dian: [Su, host... that... this, maybe... not quite...]

Song Huaiqing glanced at the floating little fox: [Have you forgotten who you are? 】

It was obviously it that made him abuse Xiao Fangchi.

Why did he decline this meeting?

Ling Ling Ling choked for a moment and hurriedly explained: [No, I'm afraid that you, host, will provoke Xiao Fangchi too quickly and kill you before your blackening value reaches full. Host, you are too weak now. 】

Song Huaiqing: [……]

too weak…

These three words hurt my heart.

The little fox pursed his lips, opened the panel and deducted another hundred points to exchange for a pair of pliers, then turned his back and stopped watching the next scene.

Song Huaiqing was heartbroken. A pair of broken pliers was worth 100 points. Why not grab it? ?

Holding the pair of pliers, Song Huaiqing no longer cared about Ling Ling Ling and began to consider starting with that finger.

Since you can't chop it off, just pull out your nails. As the saying goes, if the fingers are connected to the heart, it won't hurt Xiao Fangchi to death. He didn't care how Xiao Fangchi would torture him in the future, anyway, there was no good ending between them. The bad breath in his heart will not come out, which will make him toss and turn.

When he went to bed this afternoon, the old man's face was all he could see in his sleep and half awake. It was very disgusting.

Song Huaiqing slowly clamped a piece of Xiao Fangchi's nail with pliers, and then pulled it out with force.

Instantly, blood gushes out.

He looked at Xiao Fangchi, but he didn't wake up.

The anesthetic that was replaced by the system worked very well, and I didn’t even wake up from the pain.

……

Xiao Fangchi woke up from the severe pain in his hand.

He opened his eyes, his eyelids moved, and there was no Master in his sight.

Where is the master? !

He became anxious and was about to call someone.

At this time, the severe pain in his fingertips came again, and he couldn't help but groan.

"woke up?"

Song Huaiqing took two steps back and fell into Xiao Fangchi's sight. He still held pliers in his hands, and they were covered in blood.

Only then did Xiao Fangchi realize what his master had done. He moved and found that his hands and feet were cuffed, and he smiled.

But he underestimated his master, even if he lost all his spiritual power, he could plot against him.

"Master, why don't you kill me? This is a good opportunity. If you kill me, you can go back to the Immortal Pavilion. If it's just to this extent, it won't be painful for me."

When his nails were pulled out, he only felt some pain, and they grew back after a healing spell.

Besides, he has experienced pain thousands of times worse than this, so this is nothing.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Huaiqing tilted his head and asked.

Xiao Fangchi smiled, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, and replied nonchalantly: "It doesn't hurt at all, Master, you can't do that."

Song Huaiqing: "..."

A quarter of an hour later, Song Huaiqing finished pulling out five nails. She was already tired and threw the pliers away. The bloody pliers rolled several times on the ground, and the blood on them spattered on the carpet.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Xiao Fangchi without saying a word.

Xiao Fangchi made no sound of pain except for a groan when he first woke up, which made Song Huaiqing a little frustrated.

Does Xiao Fangchi feel no pain?

Xiao Fangchi just looked at him like this.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them took the lead to look away. It was a silent contest.

Half an hour later, the suppression on the shackles disappeared, Xiao Fangchi's spiritual power circulated, and the shackles turned into pieces.

He sat up and dodged in front of Song Huaiqing. His hands were like lightning, and his blood-stained big hands pinched Song Huaiqing's neck accurately.

"Master, why don't you kill me?" Xiao Fangchi grinded his teeth and let the pain from his fingertips surround him, "Then now, is it my turn?"

Song Huaiqing did not struggle and listened to Ling Ling Ling's broadcast.

[Host, target blackening value: 91. 】

Even if it goes up a little, it’s not in vain.

The warmth came from the skin, and Xiao Fangchi could still feel the beating on the master's neck. He exerted a little more force and watched the master's face gradually turn red.

"Master, are you afraid?"

Song Huaiqing looked directly at him without any fear, and answered his last question in a calm tone:

"It's too cheap to kill you, but now I really regret picking you back up and bringing back such a person who deceived my master and destroyed my ancestors."