Rebirth of the sickly loli with special hobbies

Instrumental punishment, shackles and fetters, this is the darkest and cruelest place of punishment.

Faults, assassinations, premeditated plots, serious crimes, the guilty all endured inhuman torture and punishment here. The cold, damp, smelly, fishy and sticky environment is the eternal appearance of this place.

The damp and dim dungeon was filled with malice. The Night Spirit Pearl glowed with an eerie dark yellow, adding even more despair to this already cruel place.

As they walked along, they saw a few people imprisoned in cages on both sides, but they all looked half dead and miserable, without even the strength to scream. The deeper they went, the more lively it became, with cries for help and wails coming one after another, mixed with painful groans and unknown whipping sounds.

The iron cage was made of some unknown material, but it had a cold dark green color. Ye Youran stared at the criminals with pale faces or broken limbs, breathing heavily, with shining eyes. Occasionally, she could kick away a few unknown bloodless limbs.

This place is like a playground where someone has randomly placed toys. The broken ones are thrown away, while the brand new ones are kept and wait to be presented again and again, allowing the owner to slowly savor their deliciousness.

Gong Xiufan kicked away a bleeding broken leg. Every time he came to this guy's dungeon, he felt a chill down his spine. It was not because of the bloody and brutal scene, nor the shrill cry, but because of Ye Chenyuan himself.

He manipulated every corpse here for his own amusement, but on the surface he was the humble, gentle and elegant God Lord praised by everyone on the mainland!

This guy obviously never concealed his brutal temper, but because he often smiled softly and had gentle eyes, people thought he was the god in the painting, gentle and handsome.

A tyrannical person, who is kind and elegant, thinking about how to peel off the skin and bones, but smiling so naturally and happily on the face? How can he smile? How can there be such a twisted and contradictory person in the world!

Gong Xiufan sighed inwardly, this person is too scary. Fortunately, he is a friend.

"Ye Chenyuan! You will not die well! You kill innocent people indiscriminately and are sadistic!"

"You are not worthy of being a god!"

"I have served you for many years! And yet this is the end for you! You are unworthy of being a king!"

"let me out!"

A few sobbing voices were heard, causing Ye Youran to look over, only to see a few old men sitting in the cell on the left. They were over sixty years old, with tattered clothes covered with bloodstains, and their skin and flesh were flying around. They looked very miserable.

"Eh? Aren't these your old ministers? Why are they all in the dungeon?" Gong Xiufan asked in surprise.

"We are old ministers! We followed the Lord God wholeheartedly and served him wholeheartedly, but today we have to suffer such a fate! It is so disheartening!"

"Lord God! Please let us go for the sake of our service in the past! Wu Kui is the only one who has the intention to betray us! We are not involved! My Lord is wise!"

"It's unfair! Please, Lord, see this clearly!" Several people cried out in unison, their bodies hunched over, looking exhausted and in pain.

Ye Chenyuan looked over with a smile, which made the old ministers feel cold in their hearts and look away. They knew clearly what kind of personality the Lord God had.

Ye Youran stared for a long time, but she was staring at the legs of those people. To be exact, there were no legs anymore, only the uneven flesh at the base of the legs, slowly bleeding. It should have been torn apart directly, she thought lightly.

Listening to the elders' cries for justice, she raised her eyebrows and scolded them: "You are taking advantage of your age. Since someone started the rebellion, you must have hesitated. That is a capital crime. Your contributions are enough to ensure that you will have no worries about food and clothing in the future, but facing the traitor, you still have some thoughts. If you were my subordinates, as long as you hesitated, even if you didn't rebel, I would make you suffer. Not to mention this man."

Seeing that they were silent, she sneered: "After so long, you finally fell. Idiot! People's desires are really big. They are clearly well-fed and well-clothed, but they still want wealth and glory. Little do they know that wealth and glory are achieved through risk, and do you have the ability to take this risk?"

Ye Chenyuan smiled happily and couldn't help but kissed his baby's cheek, but he ordered in a deep voice: "You made my baby waste his breath, which is a sin."

Chi Er, who was waiting behind him, responded, "Yes!" and drew his sword to pluck out the tongues from the mouths of several people. He did not even give them a chance to argue or beg for mercy.

“Ouch! Ouch…” After a few painful cries, three pieces of bright red tongue fell to the ground, splashing a few drops of red.

At this time, behind them, in the innermost part of the cage, a rough voice came: "A bunch of trash!"

But it was Wu Kui, whose arms and legs had been torn off, who leaned against the wall, his face pale and he couldn't help cursing.

"Mmmmm, ahhh!" The several people were tongue-tied and unable to utter a word. When they heard the culprit who dragged them into the water scolding them, they became even more furious. Regardless of the demeanor of being a subject, they moved over and started to wrestle.

Gong Xiufan watched the show with a click of his tongue, tapping his palm with excitement while holding the small golden hammer in his hand. Turning around, he saw that the two men had already started walking away. He sighed and followed them.

In the cold and slippery passage, the faded blood splattered on the ground, making the colors more mixed and mottled. The air was humid, and she felt greasy and sticky. In her sight, more and more cruel and bloody scenes appeared frequently, but none of them aroused her disgust.

Therefore, in Gong Xiufan's eyes, she is becoming more and more compatible with Ye Chenyuan.

The little princess of Xianmiao Sect, the queen of Fengyu, and the ladies of various wealthy families are all weak compared to this girl.

The few of them walked deeper and deeper, and soon arrived at the place where the envoy of Xianmiao Sect was imprisoned.

It was a relatively spacious iron cell, but inside the wall, a woman was hanging upside down. Although her clothes were filthy and mixed together, they were still intact. However, the pair of feet that were tied to the rope were only left with blood and bones. There was not a single bit of flesh and blood, only the remaining pieces of flesh barely hanging on the bones. The thick rope was tied to the fleshy wrist bones, leaving cracks. The pair of feet with flesh removed could barely bear the entire weight of the body, suffering from extreme pain and pulling.

Liu Yan no longer had the strength to scream. She was hanging in the cell like a dead person, with almost no breath. Even if someone stood in front of her, they would remain indifferent. Shouting and asking for help were all in vain. In just over half a month, she looked like an octogenarian, haggard and weak, pale and powerless, and no longer looked good.

This is not a beautiful woman, but a tortured, physically and mentally desperate sinner.

The crime she committed was unforgivable to Ye Chenyuan and Ye Youran.

Several people entered the cage, and Liu Yan sensed something and opened her eyes. She was tired, tormented and in pain, and her eyes were devoid of any luster.

When Ye Youran saw her, she smiled as if she saw her favorite toy, "We meet again."