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Song Huaiqing lowered his head feebly: "Okay, how do you want me to compensate you?"

"Xiao Fangchi" chuckled, raised his foot and stepped on Song Huaiqing's hand.

Song Huaiqing was in pain and subconsciously wanted to pull out her hand.

"Didn't you say you wanted to compensate me?"

Song Huaiqing suddenly stopped moving.

"Xiao Fangchi" nodded with satisfaction, put more force on his feet, and his fingertips were ruthlessly rubbed on the ground.

Song Huaiqing bit her lower lip tightly in pain, but made no move to struggle.

"Xiao Fangchi" bowed slightly, put his hand around the back of his head, grabbed his hair violently, and forced Song Huaiqing to raise his head.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt."

In fact, he was in pain.

He was originally a person who was afraid of pain. After losing his spiritual power, his body was weaker than that of a mortal. After taking the Nirvana Pill, he felt that his ability to withstand pain was even lower.

"As long as it doesn't hurt, what's the point of this? It's just the beginning. You have to experience the pain I have experienced one by one."

"Xiao Fangchi" pressed harder with his hands. Song Huaiqing felt as if his scalp was about to be torn off, but he bit his lips and refused to make a sound.

His lower jaw was pinched, and his fingertips were embedded in his flesh.

Because of the pain, Song Huaiqing's breathing became rapid, and his lips were almost bitten by him.

His forbearing look not only satisfied "Xiao Fangchi", but also aroused his desire to abuse.

"Xiao Fangchi" raised his foot and kicked Song Huaiqing in the abdomen.

With a "bang" sound, Song Huaiqing's back hit the bedpost hard. He was in so much pain that he had no strength at all, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart.

He tried his best to hold on to the floor and tried to stand up, but because his hands were in severe pain and he had no strength at all, he could barely hold himself up and collapsed on the ground again.

This guy is really ruthless.

Song Huaiqing thought half-consciously.

When he hit the bedpost just now, he also hit his head and was a little dizzy.

"Xiao Fangchi" kicked again, in the same position.

This time, Song Huaiqing couldn't hold it back and screamed in pain.

In the past, the floor was covered with a thick layer of shag carpet, so even if he slept on it, he would not feel the slightest chill.

Now, the ground was bone-chillingly cold, seeming to freeze every inch of his skin.

Although it was cold, fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

It hurts.

Song Huaiqing was lying on the ground. His figure was thin and his snow-white inner clothes were messy and wrinkled, exposing a collarbone and a section of waist and abdomen. The side of his face was pressed against the ground, with some blood stains on his cold white jade cheeks. His eyes were covered with red silk, and his hair was messy. Some of it was wet and stuck to his cheeks, and some of it was scratched into a mess by "Xiao Fangchi".

But even in this state of embarrassment, he still had a noble temperament about him that seemed unbreakable.

"Xiao Fangchi" looked at it, and his eyes suddenly gathered more intense hatred.

Why was Song Huaiqing so noble, yet he fell into dust.

Why did Song Huaiqing have all the good things, but he could only suffer so much.

How unfair!

What did he do wrong? ?

Everything is Song Huaiqing's fault!

If it weren't for Song Huaiqing, he wouldn't have been stepped into the abyss!

"Does it hurt?"

A gloomy voice sounded from above the head.

Song Huaiqing waited for a while before he managed to speak: "No, it doesn't hurt. I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry, Xiaochi."

"I'm sorry, Xiaochi."

He whispered his apology over and over again.

It was obvious that his lips were dry and sore, and they would burst open whenever he opened his mouth, but he still kept apologizing.

"Xiao Fangchi" didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly fell into silence.

At just the right time, a cold wind blew up, lifting his sleeves and revealing one arm.

They are densely covered with scars, varying in depth.

After a moment, "Xiao Fangchi" laughed like crazy, smiling, his eyes were actually covered with a layer of mist, and a trace of desolation flashed past.

He raised his foot and stepped on Song Huaiqing's back, as if Song Huaiqing's dignity was under his feet.

"Xiao Fangchi" admired Song Huaiqing's embarrassment with great interest for a while, then suddenly thought of something and asked again: "Master, you once broke off my hand tendons and hamstrings, can I give them back to you?"

"..."

It wasn't that Song Huaiqing didn't want to answer, but that he no longer had the strength to speak.

The feet on his back were like a big mountain, pressing heavily on his back.

"Xiao Fangchi" didn't need permission at all. With a twist of his wrist, the Yuqiong in Song Huaiqing's storage bag fell into his hands.

There was a "clang" sound.

Yuqiong was thrown to the ground, and Song Huaiqing's face was wiped with a cut.

"Master, what do you think this is?"

Song Huaiqing took a while to react, and stretched out a hand with difficulty. During the process of groping, his fingertips slid across the blade, and blood suddenly poured out.

All the way up, he finally touched the undulating part of the sword hilt.

——Wish to be poor.

Song Huaiqing hurriedly let go of his hand as if he had been burned.

Even though he couldn't see it, this sword had been kept in his storage bag since Xiao Fangchi was thrown into the Demon Purgatory five years ago.

Because he felt guilty, he would touch the sword from time to time.

Therefore, almost instantly, he knew that this was poverty.

The apprenticeship gift given to Xiao Fangchi by the original owner expresses the original owner's best wishes for Xiao Fangchi.

He could have his hands and hamstrings broken, but not with this sword.

This was too cruel for him.

Even though Song Huaiqing was blindfolded, "Xiao Fangchi" could still see Song Huaiqing's resistance and fear from the remaining facial features.

He put his foot firmly on Song Huaiqing's back, preventing him from struggling at all.

"Master, are you afraid?"

"Xiao Fangchi" bent down to pick up Yuqian, and slapped Song Huaiqing's face with the sword.

"Please, please, please. Please, I won't use this sword."

"……Please."

"Hahahahahahahahaha." "Xiao Fangchi" laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up. "It turns out that Song Huaiqing is also afraid of something. What a pity. You lied to me, and I will lie to you."

There was ridicule under the eyelashes, "Xiao Fangchi" held the sword.

Lift up, drop down.

"Well!"

A few streaks of blood spattered out, and severe pain spread throughout his body.

Song Huaiqing's whole body twitched, and cold sweat continued to drip down.

Five years ago to this moment, the same sword, the same method, completed the closed loop.

……

Xiao Fangchi felt something was wrong on the second day after he left the Moon Palace.

He was on his way that day, but for some reason, he felt extremely panicked, as if something terribly frightening was about to happen.

He immediately carefully explored a hundred miles around, but found nothing, and there was no ambush targeting him.

He immediately dodged and rushed back.

*

It was the third day that Xiao Fangchi rushed back to the Moon Palace.

Only halfway up the mountain, I met Iris doing morning exercises.

Xiao Fangchi frowned immediately, waved his sleeves and robe, and his spiritual power overflowed, and he slapped the iris away: "Didn't I ask you to stay outside Canglang Pavilion?"

Iris reluctantly stood up: "Didn't you let us leave, Lord?"

No need to ask more, just this sentence, Xiao Fangchi knew something was wrong.

Iris's eyes flashed, and the person had disappeared in front of her.