He has entered the mountains since he was a child, and he has never suffered any hardships before?

Even if you are chased and bitten by wild animals, you will not be able to stop seven or eight times.

He doesn't take the pain seriously.

"How dare I disrespect Mr. Yin?"

Feng Wuyou shook his head repeatedly: "I pointed at Mr. Yin to restrain Donglin for me, of course, it is even more impossible to hurt Mr. Yin."

Yin Xuanqing was even more stunned.

She lets people control themselves, isn’t it just torture?

If you don’t fight, what are you going to do?

Feng Wuyou smiled and didn't answer at all, but said, "Go and invite Mr. Yin to taste our paradise."

What rice?

Why does this name sound so weird?

It’s both joy and heaven, it seems to be a good word, but these four words are combined inexplicably exuding a bit of lewdness.

What kind of torture would this be?

While thinking, I didn't notice that my shoes and socks were stripped off.

"What are you doing?

Why do you take my shoes?"

Yin Xuanqing shouted.

But where is anyone paying attention to him?

He was fixed to a tree, and a fallen trunk was stuffed under his butt, and then his feet were tied together by ropes and fixed them upwards to the branches.

Two Yunguards stepped forward and took out a long feather from their arms.

"You...you should do it...hahahahahahaha...don't...hahahaha...stop...don't scratch me...hahahahaha..." The feather was scratching the soles of her feet, and Yin Xuanqing laughed uncontrollably, but she was almost cursing in her heart.

Is this the emperor of a country?

This is simply a pervert! After hearing about Feng Wuyou's reputation, he still had a good impression of her and thought she was a strange woman and might be able to compete with him.

But he was wrong, and he wanted to take back all the praises.

He cursed Feng Wuyou hard in his heart, but he couldn't control it. He laughed desperately.

Feng Wuyou stood aside and looked at Yin Xuanqing with his arms folded, and asked with a smile: "Young Master Yin, are you willing to talk to me now?"

"Don't...hahaha...don't think about it! Ben...hahahahaha... I will not surrender...hahahaha..." Yin Xuanqing wanted to say something harsh, but in the continuous laughter, these harsh words were really not convinced.

Feng Wuyou was not bothered. Every once in a while, he would ask Yin Xuanqing if he wanted to talk to her. Yin Xuanqing would always say stubbornly.

However, his voice and confidence were getting weaker and weaker.

Who said that pain is the most unbearable in this world?
Chapter completed!