Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi went out of the small room together, Yun Yan pointed to the bed in the southeast corner and said, "Young Master Feng, go and lie down first."

Feng Rugui nodded, walked to the bed calmly, took off the lily grass shoes and foot clothes, and lay down.

His face was normal, his limbs were stretched, and there was even a smile on his lips, as if he had no fear of the pain he would suffer in a moment.

Yun Yan pulled Feng Rugui's lower garment up to his knees, and put layers of fine cloth underneath, then lit a candle, took a dagger, and slowly roasted it on the fire.

Due to the torrential rain outside and the unclear sky, the house was also dark inside. The candlelight reflected on Yun Yan's face, clearly illuminating his protruding face bones and deep-set eyes. The soul that escaped from the gate of hell is no different.

He held on to the baked dagger, looked at Feng Rugui and said, "I have no way of judging whether your wound has spread inside your left foot, so I must keep you awake at all times, so that the numbness does not go away. Next time, I will remove the injured flesh bit by bit, if the pain suddenly intensifies, it proves that the bit of flesh I removed is not abnormal, and you must remind me at that time that it is unbearable."

After that, he comforted: "Actually, even if you use Mafeisan, it is impossible to be free from pain."

Feng Rugui slowly brushed a strand of hair behind his ears, and then said with a smile: "Yun Yan, I understand, let's start."

Yun Yan brought a soft cloth to Feng Rugui's lips, and said, "Bite, or you may bite your tongue in pain."

Feng Rugui shook his head and said, "No need."

Yun Yanfang wanted Jiang Wuqi to persuade Feng Rugui, but Jiang Wuqi actually wrote to Yunyan: Pindao believes that he can survive, so you just let him go.

Yun Yan put the soft cloth next to Feng Rugui's pillow in case the soft cloth would be needed later, and then said solemnly: "Master Dao, you restrain him, I'm about to start now."

Jiang Wuqi sat on the edge of the bed, half-embracing Feng Rugui in his arms, and then held Feng Rugui's hands.

Feng Rugui's body was a little hot, and his breath fell on Jiang Wuqi's waist and abdomen, as if he could burn the flesh of that waist and abdomen through layers of clothes.

Jiang Wuqi stroked Feng Rugui's thin back, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the tip of Yun Yan's dagger sank into the wound.

Feng Rugui's left ankle trembled suddenly, and Yun Yan couldn't do it anymore. It was his first time to pick meat for others, and he felt uneasy.

The next moment, he smelled Feng Rugui and laughed softly: "Yun Yan, your dagger is too hot."

Yun Yan went to look at Feng Rugui, and Feng Rugui who caught his eyes was indifferent, with only a little sweat on his forehead.

He lowered his head and picked some flesh from the wound, Feng Rugui didn't respond again, until his snow-white ankle was exposed, Feng Rugui didn't make the slightest sound, only the sound of blood rustling endlessly in his ears When he was young, the blood soaked the fine cloth spread under Feng Rugui's feet.

How can it not hurt to pick the flesh alive?

He was forced to tremble by the rustling sound, and the dagger accidentally fell down, lying in a pool of blood, and the tip almost hit Feng Rugui's ankle bone.

——The dagger is sharp, if it hits the ankle bone, a piece of the ankle bone may be cut off.

He went to pick up the dagger in a daze, but the dagger seemed to come alive suddenly, insisting on keeping it in the pool of blood.

His right fingertips were already covered with blood, the blood was warm and scarlet, dripped slowly from the fingertips, sank into his clothes, and smudged on the carnation-colored linen cloth from the inside out .

His eyes widened in an instant, his body was unstable, and he fell to the ground. His hands instinctively supported the ground, and immediately added a shocking bloody handprint on the ground.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked at Feng Rugui, but he saw that Feng Rugui was not born with the appearance of just now, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were actually the same as Ziheng's.

"Ziheng, Ziheng, Ziheng..."

But it turned out that it wasn't Feng Rugui, was he actually picking meat for Zi Heng?Did the blood on his hand flow from Ziheng's body?

Is there really so much blood in Ziheng's body that has been embraced by him?

After picking the meat, can Ziheng stay with him forever?Or will Ziheng abandon him again?

Suddenly, his face was forced to turn away, and then a mocking voice pierced his cochlea: "I never complained of pain, but you are going crazy, Ziheng is your old friend? He has passed away, but you are still alive, since you are alive, live well, don't teach him to be a ghost and he will not be at peace."

Feng Rugui's left ankle had been peeled off about an inch in diameter. He did not complain of pain, nor did he feel much pain, but the skin all over his body was tightly wrapped in hot sweat.

He got off the bed and walked a few steps, the place where his left foot stepped was full of blood marks, but his steps didn't falter at all, and the injury on his foot didn't seem to affect him at all.

These blood marks pierced Jiang Wuqi's eyes, causing Jiang Wuqi's eyes to ache. He immediately carried Feng Rugui back to the bed, and kept kissing Feng Rugui's forehead.

Feng Rugui knew that Yunyan had overlapped himself with Ziheng, and he might not be able to do anything again, so he hugged Jiang Wuqi's waist, absorbed some of Jiang Wuqi's breath, used it as his own numbness, and then He picked up the dagger without hesitation, and went towards his own wound.

Picking off the flesh little by little, from the ankle to the back of the foot, from the back of the foot to the toe, he finally couldn't bear it, and bit his lips tightly to relieve the pain.

Four of the five finger bones have been neatly exposed, leaving one.

At this time, countless painful groans were crowded at the bottom of his throat, and he wanted to get out, but he was trapped.

His face was as white as paper, somehow he still managed to rub Jiang Wuqi's eyebrows with his left hand.

After a while, he finally removed all the flesh from the remaining finger bone, and continued to peel the flesh from the bottom of the foot and the heel.

The strong smell of blood blocked Jiang Wuqi's nasal cavity, and Jiang Wuqi felt that it was difficult to breathe out, and he was about to suffocate.

But Feng Rugui's hand in front of him is not blunt at all, as if he is not picking his own flesh, it doesn't hurt at all, but if it really doesn't hurt at all, why would Feng Rugui bite his lower lip until it oozes blood?

Jiang Wuqi raised a finger, put it against Feng Rugui's teeth, and wrote: Just bite my finger.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll bite off your fingers?" Feng Rugui originally wanted to tease Jiang Wuqi, but as soon as his lips and teeth relaxed, countless painful groans that had been suppressed in his throat escaped one after another. It's almost shut down.

Feng Rugui plucked the flesh from the soles of his feet, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Are you fooled? I'm just doing a show to show you, the left and right are just plucking some useless flesh, how can there be such pain."

However, Jiang Wuqi thrust his fingertips into Feng Rugui's mouth forcefully, and said softly: "Bite off my finger and bite it off, it doesn't matter if you swallow it."

Jiang Wuqi hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was stagnant, but when he brushed against Feng Rugui's ear, Feng Rugui's eyes filled with tears, Feng Rugui held Jiang Wuqi's fingertips, and mumbled: "You If you are really a fool, I will be able to grow a full body in a month at most, but if I bite off your index finger and swallow it, you will be permanently disabled..."

"Jiang Wuqi...Jiang Wuqi, why are you treating me so well?" Feng Rugui choked up, licking Jiang Wuqi's fingertips, and then went to pick the flesh on the soles of his feet.

Jiang Wuqi was not close to others since he was a child, he didn't know why he would rather lose a finger than Feng Rugui bit his lip to bleed.

He thought hard for a long time, opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

Feng Rugui was originally talking to himself, never expecting Jiang Wuqi's reply, he quickly removed the flesh from the bottom of his feet, and then went to remove the flesh from the heel.

The flesh and blood in front of Jiang Wuqi's eyes was blurred, but Feng Rugui's eyebrows and eyes were as clear as if someone was drawing in his mind stroke by stroke.

He tremblingly said, "I can't bear to see you suffer."

"Yes, I understand." Before long, Feng Rugui had stripped all the flesh from the heel from the foot bone, so far, there was no flesh below the ankle, only a snow-white foot bone.

Without any hesitation, the dagger in his hand went upwards, peeling off the flesh little by little until it reached his knees, and then he stopped, threw the dagger to the ground, and took the knife that was used to prevent him from biting his tongue. He wiped his fingers with the ball of soft cloth, and his fingers were covered with blood, which was extremely sticky.

Then, he threw himself into Jiang Wuqi's arms and took a low breath.

He was born with a beautiful face, even though his body is stained with blood, even if his left foot is covered with bones below the knee, it does not damage his appearance, but it adds to his beauty, he wants to teach others to torture him more severely, and wants to make him more beautiful. He held her in his arms to take good care of her.

From the beginning to the end, he never cried out in pain, but his red clothes were drenched with hot sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his eyelashes were also full of hot sweat. , the hot sweat will be crystal clear.

As soon as he threw himself into Jiang Wuqi's arms, he wet most of Jiang Wuqi's dark blue Deluo, and hot sweat invaded Jiang Wuqi's skin rampantly, so hot that Jiang Wuqi's complexion turned a little paler than that of Fengrugui.

Feng Rugui's body was limp, he raised his hand to caress Jiang Wuqi's cheek, and at the same time spit out Jiang Wuqi's index finger, and said in a calm voice, "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all."

Jiang Wuqi looked down, but saw that his index finger was intact, not even a tooth mark was attached.

Feng Rugui is really good at patience, if it didn't hurt, how could he sweat so much?

But even though the pain was severe, Feng Rugui still endured it and refused to hurt him.

"Let me apply the medicine for you." Jiang Wuqi said, took the mixed powder of agrimony and bletilla striata that Yunyan had prepared in advance, and sprinkled it on the wound.

The pain was extreme, but it didn't hurt much anymore, Feng Rugui buried his head in Jiang Wuqi's arms, his mind was a little dazed.

Before Jiang Wuqi could take care of the wound, Yun Yan, who had fallen to the ground, finally came back to his senses. He stood up, took the agrimony and bletilla striata from Jiang Wuqi's hands, and took a muslin cloth to cover the wound to absorb the continuous flow of blood. blood.

The muslin spread under Feng Rugui's feet had already absorbed blood, and could no longer hold any more blood. The blood that had nowhere to stay slipped through the muslin and the layers of dead flesh on the muslin, and meandered from the bed. Down, and spread out on the ground.

In the past, Jiang Wuqi punished rape and eradicated evil, and he always killed with one blow. Except for the sea of ​​blood in the illusion, he had never seen so much blood, and all the blood flowed from Feng Rugui's body in his arms.

Will Feng Rugui's blood not be shed dry?

As soon as he thought about it, his heart ached like it was about to burst, and his body suddenly became cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

He hastily lowered his eyes, and saw Feng Rugui's eyes closed tightly, breathing weakly, and immediately said sharply: "Feng Rugui, wake up!"

Feng Rugui moved his eyelids and struggled to open them. Seeing Jiang Wuqi's anxious look, he couldn't help but complacently said, "You've been fooled again. Do you think I'm dead?"

He hooked the back of Jiang Wuqi's neck, raised his head desperately, put Jiang Wuqi's earlobe half in his mouth, and poured out his hot air: "I am a thousand-year-old evil spirit. I have been dead for a thousand years, how could I die again?"

His words were used to deceive Jiang Wuqi. He was indeed a thousand-year-old evil spirit, but after cultivating his body, although his recovery was far superior to that of ordinary people, he still had body temperature, heartbeat, bleeding, and naturally he would die.

Jiang Wuqi didn't believe it, but he still followed Feng Rugui and said, "It's the poor who worry too much."

Jiang Wuqi was not good at hiding it, Feng Rugui knew Jiang Wuqi's disbelief at a glance, he didn't point it out, he just smiled and said: "Jiang Wuqi, I'm tired, don't bother me, let me rest for a while."