Chapter 3447： Taste the pain

Song Yanzhi stood up, walked in front of her, and looked down at her: "Kill you, they really can't come back from the dead. But at least, they can rest in the Spirit of Heaven. They can also relieve my hatred a little."

He knelt down, reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head: "Maybe you have never killed anyone with your own hands. But do you know how many innocents have died tragically because of you? You are a demon."

Yun Dai said: "According to what you said, those soldiers and people who died in the war should be accounted for on the head of the general who led the war or the emperor who ordered the war to begin?

"The instigator has nothing to do with it!"

Song Yanzhi's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he slapped her on the cheek, then lifted her by the skirt of her clothes, picked her up, and threw her out.

Yun Dai's whole body was like a doll, bumping into the wooden door.

She only felt that all her internal organs were shifted, her throat was slightly sweet, and blood overflowed from the corners of her lips, running down her chin.

She was lying on the ground, dizzy and unable to move.

Her long hair fell into disarray, covering most of her face.

Song Yanzhi reached out and grabbed a whip from the table and slapped it on her body.

There was a fierce pain in Yun Dai's back, and she was thrown to the other side.

The physical pain made her unable to control her tears.

Although I didn't want to cry, I couldn't bear it.

She didn't speak again, or begged for mercy, and asked him to make offers.

This man hated her, and the more she talked, the more he would arouse his hatred.

Song Yanzhi waved the long whip and beat her twenty or thirty times until she passed out.

At this moment, Yun Dai's clothes were torn, dripping with blood like a broken doll.

Song Yanzhi stopped, looked at her coldly, and turned to go out.

When Yun Dai woke up again, it was dark outside.

She felt a sharp pain all over her body when she moved a little.

There are lighted candles on the table, shed dim light.

Song Yanzhi sat at the table, holding a gourd, pouring into his mouth.

The smell of wine permeated.

Yundai opened her mouth and made a hoarse voice: "Why didn't you kill me?"

Song Yanzhi glanced at her and said calmly, "I haven't given you enough torture and pain."

He recovered his calm and laziness, as if the violent man during the day was not him,

"Torture me and make you feel better?"

"Yes it is."

"It is not my intention to make your sister suffer such pain. But your current behavior is a thousand times more vicious than mine." Yun Dai whispered, "Your sister is in the spirit of heaven, and you are also ashamed of you."

The whole body hurts Yun Dai very much, and she has thoughts of self-defeating in her heart, wanting to provoke him and let him kill herself with a single blow.

It's better than being tortured slowly.

But Song Yanzhi was not irritated. He drank a sip and said calmly: "I think, at the moment she was trapped in the sea of ​​flames holding her three-year-old son, there was only hatred in her heart."

"Why not find revenge for the man who set the fire?"

"Do you think I didn't? You are the initiator, the most **** thing."

"When will you kill me?"

"When you have tasted all the pain I can think of, I will burn you, together with this small house." Song Yanzhi said lightly, "Don't worry, this place is in the deep mountains and old forest. Within three to five months, Your people will not be found. No one will come to rescue you. You can only lie down in this cabin and die miserably."