Siming's ice eyes trembled, her earlobes looming between the strands of silver were amber-like red, and her left cheek was red and swollen. That night, she slapped Shao Xiaoli, but things were unpredictable. Now that she has become a prisoner, this will happen. Everything was returned to me tenfold and a hundredfold.
It was like billions of raindrops splashing into a hot oil pan at the same time. The crowd below boiled at the crisp whipping sound. They put down their fear, only to feel that their livers and gallbladders were being torn apart, and the strong emotions turned into dense The liquid spurted out and spread to the limbs, exuding a dizzying burning sensation.
They watched helplessly as the ferocious black snake inexplicably bit their tail and began to eat their bodies. They also watched the girl with a very beautiful face, like in the legend, step on the sword and hang in the air, and came to the witch. He gave Si Ming Wu Xia's face hard slaps one after another.
The sound of slapping sounds kept echoing in the city, and it was so pleasurable that no matter how enthusiastic the cheers were, it could not be suppressed.
Siming, who was pressing his red lips tightly, couldn't help but groan in pain.
Everyone watched, watching the woman who lived in seclusion in the Star Spirit Palace endure the humiliation of being slapped on the cheek.
"You will regret it..." Siming gritted his teeth, and Xiuting let out a few slight pained snorts.
Shao Xiaoli stopped slapping her hand. She looked at Siming's red cheeks and twisted her wrist.
Even after several months, she still couldn't forget that night.
That night she and Ning Chang went out of the city and were intercepted and killed in the snow gorge. She received countless cuts along the way, and she was beaten and vomited a lot of blood. She even vomited out pieces of internal organs. After that, she worked hard every day. The purpose of practicing swordsmanship is that one day, when facing Si Ming again, he will no longer look like a lamb with four hooves tied up.
Siming could see her hatred in her eyes, and this hatred made Shao Xiaoli's reddish hands tremble.
"Don't waste time." Ning Jiujiu was entangled with the black feathers. His figure surrounded the golden cross and shuttled over the city, while the shadow of the sinner transformed by the black feathers was like a green-headed fly. Chasing in a buzzing manner.
"I know, boss." Shao Xiaoli responded.
She quickly looked at Si Ming's exaggerated figure, raised the whip high, and the long whip was like a big snake raised high, and fell with the sound of breaking wind.
Uh-huh!
The air broke and a slight explosion sounded.
Then the whip swung down, implying the key points of swordsmanship in the first volume of the Tianyu Sword Scripture, and hit Siming's body hard.
The whipping sound suddenly sounded, as short as the sound of firecrackers, and the whip fell right in front of Si Mingxue's white dress. Her body subconsciously tightened, and under her neck, the exquisite collarbone shrank, making it more distinct, and the whip belt The vibration caused her snow-like dress to sway up and down.
"You haven't been beaten seriously since you were a child, right? That's right. You were born without a mother and no one to discipline you. No wonder your upbringing is so bad." Shao Xiaoli had a cold face and sarcastically flicked his wrist like a snake's whip. It was raised again, creating an exaggerated arc between their bodies.
Si Ming confronted him and said: "I beat you into a loser dog that night. Now that the villain has gained power, you look really ugly and ridiculous! Uh-huh..."
Shao Xiaoli said calmly: "Then I will be a mother for once and discipline your disobedient little daughter."
The shadow of the whip fell and struck Siming's white skirt. The girl waved her arms faster and faster. In an instant, it was like rain rolling down the basin, and the long snake-like whip head touched her body as fast as lightning. Under the skin of Xue Yi, the soft curves kept repeating the depression and recovery, and the whole clothes bounced along with it.
This scene is like countless raindrops whipping down on a cold river in late winter, falling into the river, making waves, the waves swallowing the snow, the gray color keeps rising and falling, the raindrops and the river snow hit and swallow each other, The confusion merged, and the mournful sound was like the sad night cry of dolphins under the river.
Si Ming didn't know how many years older than she was, but she was nicknamed her daughter. She was beaten and reprimanded as if she were subject to the family law. The murderous intent in her eyes was even stronger, but the condensed wind and snow broke in and out during the whipping. gathering, and she is now suppressed by the Nail of Judgment, and her body is not much different from that of a mortal woman. Although the snow-clothed and white skirt is the robe of the Star Spirit Palace, it cannot shed too much power at this moment. She feels that her body is really He was in severe pain, and he let out low moans of pain from his crimson lips.
"If you really can't bear it anymore, you can cry out. Mother will love you very much." Shao Xiaoli stimulated with his words. The whip in his hand was like a sword, and he swung it at Siming's body one after another. Siming was nailed to the rack and could only He was forced to open his arms, unable to make any resistance.
Siming said coldly: "It's so quick... When the guilty king comes, none of us will be able to escape. Let me go now, and I might be able to help you!"
"You really don't remember beatings. Haven't you figured out your identity yet? You are just a humble slave. I can scold you and beat you, and let anyone humiliate you. Now that you have endured these painless whippings, you are already a slave. The boss is so kind to you." Shao Xiaoli looked at her calmly.
Pain mixed with a strange feeling eroded Siming's body. Although her white skirt and snow clothes were robes, under the fierce whipping by the other party, many parts were covered with fluffy silk. It was already thin. Her clothes seemed to be ruthlessly torn apart by the whip.
Shao Xiaoli looked at her clothes, leaned closer to her, and said, "You seem to like wearing clothes very much? You always wear several pieces?"
A look of fear flashed across Siming's eyes, but she said: "Cultivating the Tao to the highest level, external things are all trivial, how can you and other mortals understand?"
"Really?" Shao Xiaoli tilted her head and asked. She directly stretched out her hand, reached in front of Siming, and landed on the snowdrift that was difficult to cover with her hand. She pressed hard with her hand and fell into it, suddenly He scratched his head and said, "Do you really not care?"
Siming's face was visibly pale. She allowed herself to be injured in the battle, but how could she allow herself to be violated like this, even if the other person was also a woman.
Siming's body trembled, and her cold words came from under her red lips again: "How is it? Are you extremely envious now? As a humble mortal like you, no matter how beautiful you are, you can't get close to true perfection. If you are On weekdays, you even kneel down and lick my feet...ah!"
Her slender eyebrows suddenly frowned, her toes were clasped inward, and a bright red mark suddenly appeared on her snowy feet.
"How unworthy am I? My daughter, please talk to your mother." Shao Xiaoli pressed his fingers hard, and another burst of whip rain fell.
The cold river is churning with snow and the wind is blowing.
Siming's dignity and cold arrogance turned into suppressed groans of pain, but she still opened her eyes slightly, and in the color of ice and snow that had not changed for thousands of years, there was an arrogance that would never bow.
Hundreds of lashes were completed in more than ten breaths.
There were thin red whip marks all over Siming's wrists, and there were many gaps in the white dress, revealing the moonlight lining as thin as cicada's wings. Siming's cheeks were even redder, and her head was weak. His eyes were drooped, his eyelashes were covered, and the breathing between his lips was getting faster and weaker, and he looked a little dying.
Shao Xiaoli knew that she had begun to struggle and waver in her heart. She remembered Ning Jiujiu's advice and further suppressed her psychologically.
"You also said that when the sinner comes, we all have to die. Anyway, it's no big deal if one of us dies. But why does he come? An hour? A day? Or longer? During this period, I can let you endure it in vain Endless insults, I've said it before, this whip is just the boss' kindness to you, if we really want to humiliate you, we have countless ways to play it slowly."
Shao Xiaoli pointed to the bottom of the city, smiled and said to Siming: "Have you seen the people below? Have you seen the way they look at you now? In the past, you were the goddess in the clouds, and they were the mud on the ground, but now? ? You are a sheep who can take off your clothes at will, and below you are hundreds of hungry wolves. In fact, I am very curious, with the perfect body of the priest, can you feed all the wolves with your body? ?”
"That's enough!" Si Ming interrupted sharply, and Shao Xiaoli's melodious voice came into her mind. Her already fragile spirit was more like the drizzle. She didn't understand how this damn girl had managed in just a few months. Now that she was like this, in her thoughts, she lowered her eyes slightly and saw the shadow entangled with the black feathers, thinking that it must be the white sand in Nirvana.
"Is that enough?" Shao Xiaoli said: "In the end, it's all death, but we die happily, and you have to endure all kinds of humiliation. Of course, you will never have a chance to take revenge. But if you agree to our conditions, then everything will be It’s the same. So in a sense, we are here to save you and are your benefactors.”
Siming stared at the girl with dark hair and red dress, watching these words come out of her young mouth, the pain that kept coming from her body was like the cool wind that penetrated her bones.
"I can't be anyone's slave." The snow in Siming's eyes suddenly calmed down. She seemed to have figured something out and said: "You don't have to pretend. I know that you also need me. You don't want to die. So I can’t bear to die.”
Shao Xiaoli frowned slightly, thinking that this woman really needed a spanking. Once the whip stopped, she would be given time to breathe.
"If you are willing to be a slave, of course you don't have to die. If you insist on enduring a few days and nights of humiliation and die, then I can only feel sorry." Shao Xiaoli patted her reddish cheek with a whip and said: " Now that we have narrowly escaped death, we are all dead anyway, and there is still a way to survive. Everything is decided by yourself."
The corners of Siming's lips suddenly raised, and her smile was a little sad: "You have humiliated me so much, and now you want me to be willing to sacrifice your sword? Do you think I will agree?"
Shao Xiaoli shook his head and said: "I also said that this is just the beginning. At most, it can offset our previous grievances. Later, I will let you, a lotus growing in the ice and snow, feel the filth of the world."
"Is this what Ning Jiujiu taught you?" Siming asked in a cold voice.
Shao Xiaoli said: "The catharsis of hatred does not require teaching."
In Siming's eyes, she saw Shao Xiaoli raising the whip again. Although the whip had not yet fallen on her body, the pain had already appeared like an illusion. She herself had to admit that she was indeed a little afraid of being whipped. This insult caused both body and soul pain, and her body subconsciously tightened, preparing to receive Shao Xiaoli's whipping again.
Shao Xiaoli did not do this. She gently waved her hand and held the tail of the whip in her hand. Then she used the bent long whip to gently lift the edge of Si Ming's skirt and poked it in.
Siming's snow-white and slender legs immediately tightened, and his body couldn't help but trembled: "Stop!"
Shao Xiaoli said: "I will give you one last chance. I will count to three. If you don't make a decision, I will strip you naked and let everyone in the city see the proud body of Priest Si Ming covered with whip marks."
Siming felt the friction between the rough leather whip and his thigh, and it climbed up little by little...
Siming looked at the childish girl in the red dress in front of him. What kind of status was she? How could she say the words of begging for mercy to a little girl
Night gradually fell, which also gave Siming a psychological comfort. At least no matter what happened here, the humble civilians in the audience could not see it.
But Shao Xiaoli seemed to be able to see her thoughts clearly. She grabbed the red rope and swung it towards the stage. Several bright red lanterns came along the red rope, and one by one they accurately landed on the cross. It made her look blushing.
Shao Xiaoli smiled calmly and said: "Prince of the dark night, this is the light I gave you. Do you like it?"
Siming smiled miserably. She was extremely weak at the moment and didn't want to say a word.
Shao Xiaoli looked at her face, grabbed her chin, and forced her to raise her head to look at him: "Three."
She started counting down.
Si Ming remained indifferent.
"two."
Shao Xiaoli spoke coldly and put down a finger again. She was actually very nervous in her heart. If Si Ming really wanted to die, then the task assigned by the boss...
Siming's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was struggling in his heart.
"one… "
Shao Xiaoli stared at her and spoke protractedly.
As the last lingering sound dissipated, in Si Ming's frosty eyes under his eyelashes, the murderous intent like the blustery snow became weaker and weaker. After those humiliations and resentments were squeezed to the extreme, not only did they not seem to have broken through the floodgates, Floods are like dandelions blown away by the wind.
A flash of enlightenment suddenly appeared in Siming's mind.
The emotions of human nature are entangled and twisted, like seeds born in the dark, sprouting from the heart and blooming into the flower of sin, but her own undying divinity is also like a holy seed. They face each other and are entangled with vines. , black and white surround each other, reaching an extremely mysterious balance.
Not only did Si Ming's Taoist heart not break, but he got a blessing in disguise. As he advanced further into the Taoist realm, the small cracks in his mind gradually began to heal, and he became spotless again, as if he had returned to the alley of the day, where he was unhurried and gentle. A beautiful woman who is calm and has restrained murderous intent.
Shao Xiaoli saw her expression and secretly screamed that something was wrong. Ning Jiujiu also noticed the movement here. His expression changed slightly, and he also knew that Si Ming's Taoist realm was about to reach a higher level.
Shao Xiaoli was a little panicked. She raised her whip and beat her wildly, trying to stop her.
But Siming's face became increasingly dull, as if he was indifferent to those whips.
The redness and swelling on her pretty face disappeared, the whip marks on her skin faded away, a faint aura lingered around her side, and her graceful curves once again carried a beauty that was not close to fireworks.
Just when her insights were about to turn into a real Taoist realm, a clear laughter suddenly cut through the long night and reached Siming's ears.
"As expected of you, Xue Ci. Even after so many years, your talent can still surprise people."
Xue Ci was the real name given to her by the Kingdom of God when she climbed out of the Fetal Spirit Abyss.
After his real name was spoken, Si Ming, who was deep in thought, subconsciously opened his eyes.
In the night sky, a one-horned chicken flapped its wings, and on its back, the almost burnt charcoaled night bird faced her, smiling faintly.
He looked at the slight confusion in Si Ming's eyes and continued: "What? After so many years, you can't remember your identity?"
Taking advantage of Si Ming's slight confusion, Ye Ji had already arrived in front of her. He pointed a finger and hit Si Ming's eyebrows.
Wow!
Siming's hair was covered with ice and all the hair was raised.
There was a look of struggle on her cheek for a moment.
The threads of fate and time collided vertically, and a crack suddenly appeared again on the Tao realm that Si Ming was about to form.
Like a beautiful jade covered in turbidity, like a clear mirror covered in dust.
"Shut up!" Siming shouted angrily, his spiritual energy surging.
Ye Di, who nodded his eyebrows, was shaken out together with Mr. Xue Yu.
Ye Dai's body was extremely weak at the moment and he couldn't make any resistance. His body fluttered and then fell, and was caught by Xue Yujun who had readjusted his balance.
Siming closed her eyes suddenly, and there was unbearable pain in her heart. This pain was even worse than Ning Jiujiu taking away her virginity in public.
She meditated hard, trying to get back the feeling she had just now.
However, many opportunities in the world are rare in thousands of years.
It is impossible for people to step into the same river.
She could no longer find the two flowers in her mind.
She missed the opportunity to achieve perfection.
"You... why..." Siming was trembling all over, her long hair hanging down weakly, and the figure on the cross looked thin and lonely. She raised her head, her cheeks were extremely pale: "Why don't you just kill me? , insulted me and bullied me, gave me a glimmer of hope and then destroyed it, Suizhu, seven hundred years ago, did I ever treat you with any disrespect? No matter how much we fight, we are old friends in the same kingdom of God! I said If the situation is fulfilled, I will take you with me if I have the chance!"
Suizhu is his real name, and now he has given the character Sui to Chongsui.
Ye Ji's face without facial features exuded an inexplicable smile: "Xue Ci, it's already this time, you still want to lie to me with these clumsy lies? In fact, I could distinguish every word you said very early on. True or false, this is the exquisite heart with seven orifices, ha, I know the truth or falsehood of your words, but you don’t know that I know.”
Siming immediately thought of many things. She thought of the time when she became his student and climbed up step by step under his shelter. She had said many things against her will to please Ye Yi. At that time, she was able to put her Her expression was well hidden, and everyone could feel her sincerity, but she also always thought that Ye Yi didn't know.
At this moment, Ye Chu's words reminded her of many past events, which undoubtedly added a crack to her already unstable state of mind.
Ye Da saw her changing expression and took advantage of the victory and said, "Actually, I know that you still have knots in your heart."
Siming knew she shouldn't speak, but at the first moment, she still couldn't help asking: "How is it possible?"
Ye Da sat on Mr. Xueyu's back, smiled lightly, and said, "Maybe you haven't noticed it yourself, but there has always been a shadow deep in your heart, and you have been running away from it."
After Si Ming came into being from the abyss of womb spirit, the road to the great road has been smooth and smooth, like a flawless white wall. There is nothing unsightly about it. How could a person like her have an indelible shadow in her Taoist heart? Woolen cloth
Ye Da said: "At the beginning, I didn't know where that shadow came from. It wasn't until just now that I saw the way you were staring at Shao Xiaoli. I understood in an instant that the origin of that shadow came from When the Kingdom of God collapsed seven hundred years ago."
Siming said indifferently: "The collapse of the Kingdom of God is a big blow to you and me, but our state of mind in the legendary realm is like the divine stone in the early Yuan Dynasty. Even if the world is destroyed and returns to chaos, how can it leave anything in our hearts? ?”
Ye Da shook his head and said: "It's not that the Kingdom of God collapsed, but that you saw someone you shouldn't have seen, and that person broke your obsession."
Siming frowned, as if he had thought of something, and the cracks on the Tao realm continued to crack uncontrollably.
Ye Ji continued: "You have always thought that you are the most perfect woman in the world, and the other three female lords of the Kingdom of God, we will never meet... Apart from them, you are indeed the most perfect woman in the world, and this is unique to you. Yes, inviolable pride, but your pride collapsed seven hundred years ago."
Ye Da raised his head, as if caught in a misty memory, he chuckled softly: "Although I can't remember what happened at that time, I can guess from the shadow of your state of mind that the one who destroyed our Kingdom of God, She is also a woman, a woman more perfect than you, but unfortunately, you saw her true face back then."
"You may have regarded death as home and wished to live and die with the Kingdom of God, or you may have been fearful and trembled under that man's sword, but no matter what, in the end, it left a shadow on your state of mind, even if we can't remember those things , but your Taoist heart will not lie to others." Ye Di sighed: "Although I can't believe this conclusion, that person may be a woman, and she is more beautiful and powerful than you. This is also what you obviously have With so much authority, the truth still cannot be understood after seven hundred years."
Ye Chu's words were like enlightenment, waking up the dreamer. Si Ming, who was originally obsessed with authority, once again looked at his Taoist mind. The flawless place before suddenly showed a faint shadow.
Her consciousness stared at the shadow, as if she wanted to see something from it.
The light in Siming's eyes became fainter and fainter, his icy eyes returned to black pupils, and every strand of hair hanging down showed the coldness of despair.
"How could such a person exist in this world?" she said softly.
Even though she said this, everyone could hear the lack of confidence in her words.
Ye Ji also sighed: "Our God Lord has been beheaded, so what else is impossible?"
Si Ming looked at her completely dissipated feelings and her cracked state of mind. She suddenly felt despair, as if everything she had had been deprived of her. The previous whipping of Shao Xiaoli, a teenage girl, came to mind again, and she subconsciously Tighten your legs.
When the fragility in her heart was bloodily revealed again, those weird feelings that shouldn't belong to her surged out and swallowed her up.
And her lifelong enemy is right in front of her, the only person she is unwilling to admit defeat.
They fought for seven hundred years...
Siming could accept being whipped by Shao Xiaoli and humiliated by Ning Jiujiu, but he was unwilling to expose his vulnerability to Ye Da's eyes.
But the more this happened, the more her state of mind fell apart.
"Are you here to see my joke?" Siming smiled sadly and closed his eyes lightly.
Ye Da smiled and said: "Yes."
As he spoke, he looked at Shao Xiaoli and said, "Priest, it seems that you are not yet convinced."
Shao Xiaoli nodded and said, "I understand."
Siming knew that she would have to endure the humiliation of being whipped and tortured in front of the person who had been fighting with her all her life. She also knew that after this, she would never be able to hold her head up again in front of Ye Da.
"Ning Jiujiu!"
After a brief silence, Siming suddenly raised his head and shouted at the young man in white who was entangled with Heiyu: "Aren't you going to accept me as a slave? Slaves have been private property since ancient times, do you want to just watch it? Watch me being humiliated by other people?”
Ning Jiujiu smiled indifferently, and once again used the power of fate to let Hei Yu temporarily entangle the black snake, while he came in front of her with his sword.
He gently held Shao Xiaoli's wrist about to swing his whip and looked at Siming.
The hair sticking to her cheeks, the blood oozing from the corners of her lips, and the eyes mixed with struggle and despair are all the beauty that blooms in weakness and desolation.
"Are you willing to be a slave?" Ning Jiujiu held her chin with his fingers, raised her cheeks, and asked her to look at him, and said: "The most humble slave who regards punishment as reward and admonishment as grace. ?”
"Of course." Ning Jiujiu paused for a moment: "From now on, regardless of punishment or scolding, only I can touch you. If you still want to kill Ye Zhi in the future, I can even help you. Of course, the premise of everything is that we Able to survive under the hands of the sinful king."
Siming didn't speak. There was no clear emotion in her eyes, but her body softened obviously.
She turned her head slightly and looked at Ye Zhi who was like a burning tree.
He is so weak at the moment, even weaker than himself... If he can break free from this torture frame, it may only take him a moment to kill him...
Her consciousness was a little erratic.
Siming remembered that story again, it was the night of the sixth day.
Her seventh day is coming.
"I..." she said slowly and hesitantly.
Ning Jiujiu interrupted her, and he showed a slightly sarcastic smile: "Is the Priestess in the majestic Kingdom of God really willing to be a slave
"What's more, I actually don't need a slave like you."
As he spoke, he put down the finger that was picking her chin.
"You... what do you mean?" Si Ming shook his head slightly, looking confused.
"I am willing to give you a dignified choice." Ning looked at her for a long time and said seriously:
"Be my spirit! Hand over the authority of your time. If we cannot defeat the prince of sin, we will die together. If we can defeat the prince of sin, I promise you will live together. I will not have any involvement in your grudges and grudges in the future. , in the same way, I will also break the contract for you and give you your freedom."
It is also unimaginable for a priest of the Kingdom of God to become someone else's spirit, but it is infinitely better than the humble female slave before.
Siming suddenly understood that this was his original plan.
Being his slave has no meaning other than satisfying his desires, and only by being his spirit can he gain his own power.
But she would definitely not agree to this request at first, but at this moment, she even had the heart to be a slave, but the other party took a step back, and a trace of luck appeared in her heart involuntarily.
What a clumsy method this is...
Si Ming finally understood, but was helpless.
She sighed softly, and the sigh dispersed in her night.
"I do."
After a long time, Siming lowered his head, his silver hair covering his cheeks, and said softly.
All the murderous intent and unwillingness were gone, and every trace of the lingering red marks on the fair skin was proof of surrender.
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(Thank you to the leader, Da Ning, for your long-term rewards! Thank you, the cute leader, for your support and encouragement again!)