“Jiang Yuyan, don’t think you have the same face as her, and I won’t treat you?”
Ye Xiuyao looked at the woman in disgust in disgust, and the coldness on his body was even worse, and Jiang Yuyan froze with trembling.
But somehow, every time Jiang Yuyan looked at him with that look, he would have an inexplicable irritability.
The scars that had been beaten by bamboo slugs were thin and thin, but the bones were deeply visible, densely covered with Jiang Yuyan’s delicate back.
Ye Xiuyao tugged her hair to make her upper body completely leaned back, and then inserted her slender finger into the place where she was beaten. With five fingers like a hook and a fingertip, pick the middle of two adjacent scar The flesh passed through it, and then, with a firm pull, a thin bloody shred was pulled down.
“what……”
Jiang Yuyan’s screams sounded, and the pale face turned paler.
In order to prevent her from struggling, Ye Xiuyao pulled her hair backwards with one hand, and stepped on her round buttocks with a severe kick, completely restraining her body.
He repeated the movement just now, and the long, sexy fingers were pulled again, and another thin piece of shredded meat fell from his fingertips.
Only a moment later, a pile of lively flesh piled up next to Jiang Yuyan’s body, causing Jiang Yuyan to twitch with pain, but he could not earn his big iron-like hands anyway.
There was only a scream.
Jiang Yuyan’s delicate back was as terrible as blood splatter.
“Xiu Yao! Please let me go!”
A slightly husky voice squeezed out of Jiang Yuyan’s throat.
Ye Xiuyao sneered, and his bottomless eyes were stained with ice.
“Press her into the Blackwater Temple.”
The thin lips were pursed one by one. These light words made Jiang Yuyan feel that the blood was frozen.
The Shura Hell is divided into eighteen floors, of which the black water mystic altar belongs to the eighth floor, which is composed of two parts, the black water and the iceberg. , Generally used to punish women who have betrayed their husbands in the world.
If frozen in the process of torture, the soul will be reborn again and again and again, until the sins of previous lives are washed out.
As soon as Ye Xiuyao’s words fell, a ghost stepped forward and put Jiang Yuyan’s body up, dragging her out.
Before entering the center of the Xuantan, the overwhelming cold air rolled towards Jiang Yuyan, freezing her sorely.
The wound on her back also coagulated quickly because of the extremely cold, and the flowing blood instantly frozen into ice beads.
For a moment, the pain in the hot cone-like heart was relieved a little, but then the bitter cold.
“Meng Po, Madam, there is the Blackwater Xuantan in front, offended!”
Guicha pointed to the position in front of him, and he was about to tear Jiang Yuyan’s clothes.
“I’ll do it myself!”
Jiang Yuyan subconsciously avoided it.
Heishui Xuantan needs to strip all the prisoners’ clothes, and then climb naked over the iceberg and walk over Xuanshui.
The pain involved is by no means comparable to the punishment of flogging.
In addition to suffering great physical pain, it is also a great torture to the soul.
“Can the two avoid it?”
After struggling for a long time, Jiang Yuyan still had no way to take off his clothes in the face of the two ghosts, although she knew that this was unlikely, but she said it.
“Meng Po Niang, please don’t embarrass the young, who would dare not follow the orders of the Emperor.”
Jiang Yuyan nodded helplessly, the long and thin jade fingers slid across his belt, and gently pulled, peeling off his delicate and white skin like peeling eggs.
