A little pain?
That was the last question that surfaced in Huai Shi's mind before he lost consciousness: Are you serious? You call this a little pain?
What did they mean, the prettier a woman was, the better she was at lying? Huai Shi, Huai Shi, hadn't he suffered enough because of pretty faces? You shameless bastard! No dignity at all! This was worse than being burned to death!
Just a moment ago, their fingers had been intertwined, their gazes locked, the atmosphere so damn intimate.
Then the next second, she suddenly drew a sword from who knew where and stabbed it into his chest, driving it in to the hilt.
With one smack, that was that...
"Damn it, you all like pulling this move, don't you?"
Huai Shi froze, stared wide-eyed at the faint yet magnificent sword seemingly formed from endless crystalline light, shocked and trying to speak.
But the instant he opened his mouth again, what came out was an involuntary, shrill scream.
His vision went black, then blacker, black beyond black.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying, I'm dying!
His mind was filled with nothing but blood-red characters spelling death, rising and falling one after another. Pain unlike anything he had ever known rose from the depths of his soul, yet he could neither live nor die.
Pain millions of times worse than burning exploded like bombs again and again, but it refused to let Huai Shi go numb or grow accustomed to it. Every moment brought a new variation, every moment setting a new peak.
From the molecular level, he was completely dismantled, shattered, annihilated, shoved into the meat grinder of destruction and separated inch by inch, sliced into one piece, ten pieces, a hundred pieces, a thousand pieces...