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Yingsha's attire was somewhat similar to Yan Shuangfei's, with swords tied around his waist.The long black hair is scattered unrestrainedly behind the shoulders, and the smile on the face always makes people feel close.

The woman standing next to her was about the same height as her, with an expressionless face, standing there straight, motionless, as if in a military posture, which suppressed the whole environment.

Luo Qinghan forced a laugh, brushed the hair that was hanging down in front of her face behind her ears, and asked politely: "What are you two doing here?"

"Did something happen to Shuangfei?" Yingsha didn't show any concern for her friend, but said with a mocking tone, "She is really getting worse and worse, and she can't even protect herself. Next time I will definitely win the sword fight with her." Eager to try, she moved her hand to her waist, but saw the warning eyes of the woman beside her, smiled flatteringly, put on a serious face, and said to Luo Qinghan: "I brought some hands, Let's help together? I'm curious how long Shuangfei can last."

"Do you know who it is?"

"I know." The smile on Ying Sha's face faded, and was replaced by a solemn expression, "We call her an artist. She is quite good in her own right, and she has judges to assist her, so she shouldn't be underestimated. Yan Shuangfei understands that even if she can't win, it's more than enough to retreat completely, unless she has an injury on her body that affects the display of her strength."

The more Luo Qinghan heard it, the more frightened she became, her heart trembled, and she suddenly recalled the harm she caused to Yan Shuangfei early in the morning, as well as Yan Shuangfei's aggrieved expression at that time, pain and remorse filled her entire heart.

She said softly, wait a moment, then turned around, the violent emotion impacted all her senses, causing her stomach to churn with a strange feeling, retching, and hid in the room, leaning against the door weakly, hands Covering his mouth tremblingly, the thoughts in his mind have been completely disrupted, only this sentence flashed in his mind at a loss.

Shuang'er, why are you so stupid!

Yan Shuangfei narrowed his eyes, looked at the knife in the middle of his throat, said that he was not nervous, it would be a lie, but he still kept his composure on his face, and said with a smile: "You want to kill me directly? Blinking, he asked the question very seriously.

Yan Shuangfei's upper body clothes have been untied, and the room is heated, but it is still cool. According to the artist's explanation, if it is too warm, bacteria will easily breed and cause infection.Moreover, the smell in the room will also spread faster, and it will be very unpleasant by then.

Yan Shuangfei also hated the smell of rotten injuries, so he was grateful to the artist for his thoughtfulness.

"No, no, no, how could I kill you." The artist held a delicate knife in his hand, the blade reflected white light, it was shiny, it looked weightless, and it was quite sharp.When Yan Shuangfei saw this knife for the first time, he made the above guesses.

However, the guess was soon verified. The artist's hand made a normal downward movement, and Yan Shuangfei felt that the tip was deeply pierced into his skin.The sharp pain was transmitted to the brain, and the burning sensation spread and magnified leisurely.

Feeling Yan Shuangfei's involuntary trembling, the artist showed a satisfied expression, but the movements of her hands did not speed up. According to the route she planned, it was still with the same strength and speed, straight from Yan Shuangfei's throat, passing through the chest. .mouth, continue to draw down.

Yan Shuangfei felt the blood dripping from her body, which had already soaked her trousers, and she couldn't help moving her body, but the artist grabbed her arm and warned, "Don't move around, be careful, I'll scratch you!" somewhere else."

"A lot of blood is flowing!" Yan Shuangfei squeezed out the words from between his teeth, and protested.

"Oh oh oh." The artist suddenly realized, reached out a semi-wet towel, and wiped off the criss-crossing, wanton flowing fresh.blood.

The blade in his hand crossed the navel, and then stopped. The knife did not leave Yan Shuangfei's body immediately, but was buried in her skin. Yan Shuangfei's eyes were slightly distracted.

Yan Shuangfei was sweating profusely from the pain, trying not to let out a moan from between his lips and teeth, took a deep breath, and said, "You still hesitate about such a thing? You don't go right away when you torture a man. Possession, right? I’m not a man, but I have the same mentality in this regard.”

Anyone who knows a little about torture knows that you can't cut off your hands and feet when you use torture?Castration, this will destroy people's belief in survival in an instant, and no matter how much they are tortured in the future, the effect will not be great.

The artist smiled, and the silver nail on her face pulled her skin dangerously: "I didn't expect your desire to be so strong."

"Everyone has desires, all kinds of desires."

The artist was stunned when he heard this, and took a clean towel again, wiped the blade, put it against Yan Shuangfei's shoulder, and said, "Draw a cross." Without waiting for Yan Shuangfei's answer, he once again Start painting.

"It's a pity, your back is full of whip marks, which affect my mood of painting." The artist complained.It seems that for her, asking the answer is secondary, the key is to satisfy her overflowing feeling of abuse, "But it's okay, your front is well protected."

The artist threw the silver knife in his hand on the table, making a crisp sound, and then took a delicate iron brush, which was small and densely packed with spikes and barbs.

"Don't look at this thing as small, but it's useful." The artist explained, and then used the small brush to paste Yan Shuangfei's bleeding wound, and with one stroke, the flesh and blood were instantly churned into a ball.

Although Yan Shuangfei tried his best to endure it, under the sudden sharp pain, he couldn't help but moaned, his eyes turned black, and his consciousness began to drift.

"The effect is not obvious." The artist seemed to have failed to demonstrate a new thing, shook his head in frustration, and couldn't help but grab the little finger of Yan Shuangfei's left hand, which is a good tool for skinning. The knife in the artist's hand is really Small, it seems more appropriate to be called a needle.

She lightly scratched Yan Shuangfei's little finger first.Then he used a small iron brush to roll up the skin on Yan Shuangfei's little finger little by little until the whole little finger was bloody and bloody.

A complete piece of skin was carefully removed by the artist, and then she put it on a transparent mold paper, sealed it and labeled it. The process was extremely careful.

"Are you going to keep it as a trophy?" Yan Shuangfei seemed to have lost consciousness all over his body, but he didn't seem to have lost it. Except for the pain, his whole body seemed to be burning, and his scream was blocked in his throat. But he can grit his teeth and talk and tease.