Demon Lord, he regrets the beginning

Back at the Temple of Slaughter, Ye Junli directly locked Yunqian into the Dementor's Cave.

Yunqian was kicked into it mercilessly, and the rotten smell made him palpitate.

In fact, Yunqian is still afraid of this place, and the injured part of the back of the head is still aching.

"Think I'm not good enough for you?" Ye Junli frowned, and said in a cold and joking tone, "Or, think I'm too good for you?"

He sneered, and his tone became more gloomy. This was destined to be an uncontrollable rage.

However, not only did Yun Qian not soften her temper, but after she calmed down, a disdainful gesture appeared on her clear face.

Now that there is no worry, he has nothing to fear.

"I don't need your kindness, and I didn't ask you to be kind to me. I dare to ask the Holy King, isn't everything you do these days all your own wishful thinking?"

The light in his eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Ye Junli unconvinced.

Memories covered with thorns were linked together, and Ye Junli fully understood that broken mirrors are hard to come by, and everything is self-indulgent again.

This person, pretending to be obedient and obedient, is just to let himself take it lightly and find another chance to escape.

Want to succeed?It is simply nonsense.

"Well, good." Ye Junli turned around, turned his back to Yunqian, and ordered, "Break one of his legs! I want to see how he can escape from now on..."

That night almost became Yun Qian's nightmare for the rest of her life...

With an order, a piercing pain exploded continuously in Yunqian's body. Two thick demon generals held soul-destroying sticks in their hands, one stick after another, over and over again, straight to his right leg. When it was chopped down, the disgusting smell of blood immediately filled the entire Dementor's Cave.

Blood blurred his entire trouser legs, he clenched his teeth, his thin face twisted together.

At this moment, he was struggling violently and weakly like a fish out of water, his fingers almost wanted to dig a few deep ditches on the blue stone slab.

He was in pain, so painful that he almost wanted to die, and his moist lips became bloodless.

You can even feel the blood on your body coagulating a little bit.

The pictures of the past flashed past his eyes intermittently, countless times, when he was in so much pain that he couldn't hold on, it was these bits and pieces of memories that kept him going...

No matter what, he must live.

There was fog in front of his eyes, tears stubbornly refused to fall, and he stared at his broken right leg with a lax expression, shaking his body to endure the fear in his heart.

It wasn't until his consciousness gradually drifted into the realm of endless darkness that he lost his sense of pain and fell into a coma.

There was no injury anywhere, but a leg was abruptly broken, using the most ruthless and cruel methods.

He had another long, long dream, in which there were dots of stars, the one he loved, the only one who was good to him, in his dream, walked towards him against the light, as if Yun Qian resigned to his fate I want to drown in that person's tenderness.

He was in a coma and was dragged to the Ming Jing Pavilion.

Ye Junli only asked Ranshen to guarantee that Yunqian would not die, and he was not allowed to treat his leg or any of his injuries. He wanted to teach Yunqian a profound lesson.

Then, without looking back, he stopped looking at that person.

"Why do you challenge his patience again and again like this? Why don't you listen to me!" Ran Shen looked at the blood-stained man, almost losing control of his emotions.

Seemingly blaming Yun Qian, in fact, he hated his useless self even more.