Xing Si, who came over, glanced at her and threw a black strip of cloth over her.
"Next, practice listening and speaking."
"..." This Prince of Hell is even more impersonal than Lu Zhanbei.
"Sir, can I take a break? Just five minutes." Lin Wanwan felt like he was about to expire.
"I can give you half an hour."
"Really?" Lin Wanwan thought he got a bargain.
"As long as you let me hit twenty army sticks."
"...Sir, believe me, you will definitely survive."
Xingsi didn't like talking to others, so his eyes turned cold, "Do you want to continue or get a military stick?"
"Continue!" The two words were almost squeezed out from the gap between Lin Wanwan's teeth.
Lin Wanwan's eyes were covered with a black cloth, and the pitch-black space made her feel insecure.
Xingsi grabbed a handful of pebbles in his calloused hands and threw them up one by one like a juggler.
"start."
Lin Wanwan immediately tensed up.
Xing Si's well-textured arm drew a powerful arc in the air, and a stone was thrown.
"Ouch!"
By the time Lin Wanwan heard the direction from which the stone was thrown, it was already too late to avoid it.
Then, there was another one.
Two... five... ten...
"Oh, it hurts!"
The woman's screams could not be heard.
Two hours later, another phase of training ended.
Lin Wanwan lay sprawled on the dirty dirt ground, feeling like his whole body was about to be reduced to ashes by torture.
Xingsi came over and dropped three things.
"Eat."
It’s finally time to eat!
But when Lin Wanwan saw clearly that the so-called lunch was just a compressed biscuit, a can of sardines, and a small bottle of mineral water, he looked at Xingsi sadly.
"Prisoners have better food than this. Please do me a favor and give me something delicious for the sake of me being ravaged by you this afternoon."
Xing Si tore open the package of compressed biscuits and took a bite.
"hurry up."
He ordered briefly, and his cold and arrogant tone came from his innate kingly nature.
Lin Wanwan wanted to cry. There was no use pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy in front of the Lord of Hell.
After finishing the so-called lunch, Linwanwan continued to devote himself to the devil's training.
In the afternoon there was training on rock climbing and obstacle running.
After finally staying up until dark, Lin Wanwan thought that the long day was over. Who knew that Xing Si was not ready to let her go and made her run with a heavy load for another hour and a half.
"You can rest now."
When he heard this, Lin Wanwan almost cried with joy.
There was a clean cabin in the valley. Lin Wanwan didn't even want to take a shower. He just lay down on the simple hard bed, his body as heavy as lead.
Although she wanted to see Duke Zhou right away, thinking of how busy the day was, she decided to call Lu Zhanbei to prevent him from thinking too much.
Toot… toot…
When the call was about to be automatically hung up, Lu Zhanbei finally answered.
"Is something wrong?"
The icy voice was like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing the passion in Lin Wanwan's heart.
She curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "What are you doing?"
"Drinking in the underground palace."
Hearing this, Lin Wanwan just thought that he was still angry and said this just to provoke his own anger, so he cooperated and acted like he would explode at the slightest bit.
"Lu Zhanbei, do you still have any humanity? Your girlfriend is suffering and is almost tortured to death. Do you still have time to drink and have fun?"
"You asked for it."
Lin Wanwan snorted. As expected, this narrow-minded man didn't calm down.