The Buddha's medicine wondered how to torture Zhaoyuan to relieve his hatred, and Stabbing Laobao made a lot of detrimental moves.
Old stab: "Master, do you want to tell Mrs. Chai?"
Buddha Medicine: "You don't have to tell her, she is no longer who she was back then, she has become a white-eyed wolf."
Old stab: "The son Zhaocheng, do you let him know?"
Buddha medicine: "No need.
Zhao Che's half-hearted boy is not a big deal. Zhaocheng is the younger brother, no matter how ruthless it is, it will be in vain.
I contrast the source of hatred, this is only my own business, and it has nothing to do with others.
To torture Zhaoyuan to death is the long-cherished wish of my life.
I couldn't get the source of the photo, and I couldn't sleep well. Now, I let Zhaoyuan suffer, and I am happier than the gods. "
Ci Lao Bao never forgets to flatter him: "Yes, yes, he is still the wise man."
The Buddha Medicine's heart disease has been cured, and his mental head has increased sharply as if he had changed his individual.
Buddha Yao's favorite concubine praised him that he is not what he used to be, at least ten years younger.
Buddha medicine indulges in wine, this is the most indulgent time in his life.
Zhaoyuan's five-flower tie was not lifted, and a pair of heavy fetters was added.
The cave kept dripping, wet and dark, so dark that it was too dark to see the inside of the cave.
Zhaoyuan will not beg for forgiveness from Buddha Medicine.
It's just that Zhaoyuan didn't understand what the hatred of Buddha Medicine was about.
Even so, Zhaoyuan didn't want to understand the root of the hatred.
What's the point of understanding the source of hatred for the source of death that has become a foregone conclusion
Zhaoyuan is ready to endure any hardships.
Buddha medicine was hungry for three days, and only gave Zhaoyuan a small bowl of water to sustain his life every day.
On the fourth day, Zhaoyuan was forced to pour a pot of thick pepper water.
He did not feed Zhaoyuan for three consecutive days.
Then, he stuffed Zhaoyuan three kilograms of boiled sweet potatoes into his stomach.
The damage to the stomach and intestines of the control source lasted for more than forty days.
Zhaoyuan had been tied up by Wuhuada, and he was heavily fettered.
It is not convenient for the photo source to go to the latrine, and the urine and defecation are all lined up in the pants.
The sound of "tick, tick, tick" dripping down from the top of the cave did not stop for a moment.
Enough to make Luyuan's nerves collapse.
There are also reptiles that do not know what they look like, hovering on their feet, on their bodies, and even on their faces and necks.
Zhao Yuan's hands are no longer conscious, and his extremely bloodshot fingers are slowly festering.
The feet have been swollen and festered
Zhaoyuan could die by hitting his head on a rock and foot to relieve this painful torture.
However, Zhao Yuan thought this way: "My life is given by my parents, and I have no right to end my life.
As for others who want my life, that is other people's business.
Therefore, I can only accept that others end my life, and I will never end my life by myself. "
Besides, the harshness of Zhaoyuan is inherent.
The things identified by the source will not be changed.
Zhaoyuan didn't know day and night, and didn't know that more than forty days had passed.
For more than forty days, Buddha Medicine did not see Zhaoyuan again.
Zhaoyuan was so closed in the dark cave.
The dark cave is like a tomb.
Zhao Yuan has no strength to move his body, and the constantly festering flesh and urination and defecation are emitting a pungent smell.
The source of light is like a pile of panting carrion.
An unknown animal gnawed at Luyuan’s finger, and Luyuan was unaware.
Zhaoyuan just wanted to know how the Buddha Medicine told him to die.
Is it just so quietly dying.
If it were to die quietly like this, then I would be too unworthy.
The Buddha medicine that suffered a thousand swords, you are really not a thing, you let the uncle I die like this.
Can't you let me die harder, uncle
After that, no one gave Zhaoyuan water to drink.
As if Zhaoyuan had been forgotten, the door was so tightly closed and locked.
In the boundless darkness, Zhaoyuan was dying.