"My life is right here. You can take it anytime you want! I only have one request. After I die, burn me to ashes and bury me on a mountain facing the southwest. I can see Xiqi Kingdom and see my hometown. "
Murong Qinglian raised her head and closed her eyes. Her eyelids and eyelashes trembled slightly. She was afraid, but she pretended to be calm on the surface. Seeing Murong Qinglian like this, Misha smiled and kept his gun.
"Haha, I won't kill you …"
Hearing Misha's words, Murong Qinglian opened her eyes and looked at Misha in disbelief. She could not believe that Misha would let her go just like that. She saw a strong killing intent in Misha's eyes just now. He would really kill her!
"I have many ways to kill someone, but I specialize in making them wish they were dead!"
Before Murong Qinglian could understand, a silver light flashed in Misha's hand and two bone needles were nailed into Murong Qinglian's shoulder blades.
"Ah — —" Murong Qinglian screamed at the piercing pain.
The bone needles were directly nailed into the cracks in her bones. Murong Qinglian could clearly feel that with every breath she took, the bone needles would penetrate deeper, prying open the cracks in her bones and drilling in fiercely. She had no choice but to slow down her breathing to reduce the pain caused by the bone needles.
"Not bad! Your ability to adapt is quite fast! " Misha smiled and regained his previous gentleness, as if what happened just now was just a nightmare for Murong Qinglian. He was still an innocent and beautiful young man. His voice was as soft as warm milk, without a trace of impurity.
"Why don't you just kill me …" Murong Qinglian had never suffered like this before. Although she had to be whipped a hundred times a day in prison, that was only the pain of her flesh. Compared to the pain in her bones, it was like a child in the presence of a great witch.
Murong Qinglian finally understood what Misha meant by 'living a life worse than death'. That numbness and heaviness spread from her shoulders. Inch by inch, she lost feeling in her shoulders. By the time she realized that something was wrong, she could no longer lift her hands.
"I think you don't know what high paralysis is? The people of your era won't know … So, I'll let you have a taste of it. It won't be long before your entire body, except for your head, will gradually lose feeling like your hands until you can't feel anything at all. "
"No! I don't want this! "
Although Murong Qinglian didn't fully understand Misha's words, she could understand what he meant. If he couldn't move anything below his head, wouldn't he be no different from a cripple? She didn't want to be useless, no! Rather than being a cripple, it was better to die a quick death!
"Don't do this —"
Noticing that Murong Qinglian was about to bite her tongue, Xia Xue, who was next to Misha, opened her mouth in time and stuffed a piece of wood into it, making it easier for Murong Qinglian to bite her tongue.
"You are not obedient at all!" Misha pushed the wheelchair back a few steps.
"Only the weak would choose suicide to end their own lives. If you want to end all of this by committing suicide, you should first ask me if I can do it! If I'm not happy and paralyze your whole body, then you will live as a cripple! At that time, I'll throw you on the street and let everyone see what Murong manor's Fourth Miss looks like. What do you think people will say about you? "
Murong Qinglian knew that Misha wasn't trying to scare her.
This man had the means and the ability. If he said he would do it, he wasn't joking. When she thought of lying on the ground like a cripple, receiving everyone's disdainful gazes, being ridiculed, and even humiliated, Murong Qinglian gave up on the idea of suicide.
Forget it, she accepted her fate! Falling into Misha's hands, she could only be at his mercy!
"Good girl, it's good that you don't want to die!"
Misha saw the compromise in Murong Qinglian's eyes. He gave Xia Xue a look. Xia Xue stepped forward to remove the wooden cork from Murong Qinglian's mouth and the bone needle from her shoulder.
Without the stimulation of the bone needle, Murong Qinglian felt the pain lessen. At least, with the removal of the bone needle, the numbness in her body disappeared. It looked like Misha didn't mean to torture her. Instead, he wanted to intimidate her, to make her fear him and submit to him.
"Speak, what do you want from me?"
Misha's different treatment and his merciless torture made Murong Qinglian realize that in Misha's eyes, she was just an insignificant existence. Whether it was the previous gentle and considerate side or the current cold and heartless side, she was just a plaything in his hands. In fact, she couldn't even be considered a plaything. She was just an ant-like existence.
Misha was very satisfied with Murong Qinglian's actions. He handed the spear in his hand to Xia Xue, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair.
"I want to know everything that happened during the Four Nation Youth Competition's preliminaries, especially everything that happened after I entered the pagoda …"
Murong Qinglian was not a fool. Misha must have his reasons for saying this. Could it be that the person Misha was looking for was one of the contestants?
"You want to find Yi Lian, that's why you brought me back, right? Are you so sure that Yi Lian is one of the contestants? "
"Pa — —" Murong Qinglian had just finished speaking when the wooden board in Xia Xue's hand hit Murong Qinglian's face. This wooden board was small and exquisite, only the size of a human palm. Using it to hit someone would not cause pain to her hand, but would also cause serious injury to the opponent.
"Cough, cough — —" Murong Qinglian spat out two bloody teeth. She couldn't tell that Xia Xue was actually so ruthless. The corner of her mouth had already split open, the left side of her face swelled up, and her mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
"Just answer whatever Young Master asks you. Don't waste his time."
Xia Xue's voice was cold and emotionless. Hearing Xia Xue's words, Murong Qinglian laughed loudly. As she laughed, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Coupled with the wounds on her face, she looked even more ferocious.
"Who do you think you are! Now that your Young Master has a favor to ask of me, you're not serving me properly, but treating me like this? Then … kill me! Don't think of getting anything from me! "
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