One Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty-Three. Now, Isn't that Interesting?

The light knife fell again, and blood immediately spattered.

Chen Qianhua stared closely at the wounds on his body.

The second knife was no different from the second knife he had just experienced.

Then the third knife, the fourth knife...

The knife fell, perfectly repeating everything that had happened before.

Chen Qianhua knew exactly where Yan Zhaoge's next sword would land, how deep and how long it would cut. He even knew that when drawing the sword, Yan Zhaoge would flick his wrist extra this time.

Every subsequent stab was like a reincarnation.

When everything was over, Chen Qianhua, who was covered in blood and flesh, felt slightly dazed.

The wounds on his body disappeared again, and Yan Zhaoge once again extended the light blade from his fingertips, standing calmly in front of him.

So, the third round begins...

It seems like it will never end.

"Yan Zhaoge!" Chen Qianhua suddenly roared.

"What?" Yan Zhaoge in front of him responded calmly, and at the same time he struck down with his sword.

It was exactly the same experience as Chen Qianhua remembered.

However, this time Yan Zhaoge did not take action himself. The light blade was suspended in the air and acted independently.

The order and trajectory position of the tool are exactly the same as before.

So, it is a new reincarnation.

"Of course I don't have the intention to play here with you all the time." Yan Zhaoge said calmly: "But don't worry, I used the Zhouguang Heavenly Book, the Fallen Immortal Sword, the Lingguang Feixian Shu and other methods to create the current situation."

"You should also feel that this is not a false illusion, but a constant review and reset of time."

Yan Zhaoge lowered his head to look down at Chen Qianhua and said coldly: "It is not difficult for me to create a short-term time rewind in this limited space and suppress you who has been crippled in cultivation."

"Otherwise, after your cultivation is abolished and you suffer the punishment of Lingchi, you will easily die from excessive blood loss."

Chen Qianhua groaned miserably after being stabbed again.

"I know that death is not scary to you, and you don't care, but believe me, there are many things more terrifying than death in this world."

Yan Zhaoge chuckled softly: "If I change it for you, maybe you, a lunatic, would still find it fresh and interesting?"

The look on Chen Qianhua's face was more of irritability and anxiety than pain due to injury.

"Now, isn't it interesting?" The smile on Yan Zhaoge's face disappeared: "Now I will talk nonsense to you here, and later you can just play here by yourself."

Chen Qianhua gritted his teeth and twisted and struggled, but he couldn't really move.

"For a bitch like you, I have thought of many ways to deal with you before." Yan Zhaoge said leisurely: "For example, I made a special toilet and sealed you at the bottom, so that you can withstand the baptism of the world's grains and winds day and night."

"But then I thought, every time different people come, you will feel fresh and interesting, right? Then should I deal with you or take care of you? This is inappropriate, inappropriate." Yan Zhaoge clenched his right hand into a fist. He punched his heart lightly with his left palm.

"However, we can only take one person, and then I will intercept and go back in time as I do now, so that you can use the toilet for one person again and again, and the shape, size, portion, speed and process will be the same every time."

Yan Zhaoge looked at Chen Qianhua with a smile: "Which one do you prefer, this method or the experience of Lingchi now?"

Although he was smiling, Yan Zhaoge's eyes were cold and there was no smile at all. His gaze made Chen Qianhua feel burning pain.

"There are other ways." Yan Zhaoge said with a cold tone: "Seal your body so that it can't move at all, and then remove your two eyeballs and tongue, but you will still have your sense of touch, hearing, and smell."

"But you can rest assured, there won't be any sound or smell where you are locked up."

"In this environment, you can stay until the end of time." Yan Zhaoge looked down at Chen Qianhua: "You love to play so much and love to guess. Do you want to guess how long you can last in such an environment? ?”

Chen Qianhua closed his eyes and didn't answer. His body was shaking slightly, as if he was forcing himself to endure something, and his anxiety was palpable.

Yan Zhaoge looked at him calmly and tilted his head slightly: "Look, I am still very humane. After all, I have prepared several different ways of playing for you to give you a chance to change your tricks. Shouldn't you thank me? ? Let’s have some basic courtesy, okay?”

"You, you are very angry!" Chen Qianhua twitched the corners of his mouth with difficulty, as if he was smiling: "The reason why you are angry is because I ruined your good deeds, but there is nothing you can do about it, right?"

He struggled to look up at Yan Zhaoge: "I have always regretted that you are an interesting person by nature, but like most people, you are affected by vulgar things."

Chen Qianhua smiled miserably and said: "You are torturing me now precisely because of your helplessness and anger in other matters..."

Yan Zhaoge looked at him and suddenly burst into laughter.

The light blade kept falling one after another.

Soon, it was reincarnation again.

Chen Qianhua was panting like a trapped animal.

But he still struggled and looked up at Yan Zhaoge.

"Stop feeling so good about yourself." Yan Zhaoge laughed and shook his head: "If I am really so angry that I lose my mind, I will slap you to death."

He glanced at Chen Qianhua with disdain: "You don't care about life or death? So what, what does it have to do with me? I don't care whether you are afraid of death or not?"

"I'll just slap you to death and I'll feel happy. Who cares how you feel?"

Yan Zhaoge spread his hands: "If I were worried about other things, how could I have the time to think of ways to deal with you now?"

Chen Qianhua groaned, and another blood arrow spurted out of his body.

He knew all the details of the specific process, but it kept repeating over and over again, making him anxious and irritable to the point of almost going crazy.

And this nightmare that seemed to be endless seemed to have no end.

But a new question arose in his mind, prompting him to ask with difficulty: "The Demon of Wu Earth was reborn and then died. Can you revive the dead?"

"Want to know what happened just now? Want to know how I plan to solve this problem?" Yan Zhaoge lowered his head and looked at Chen Qianhua.

The two looked at each other, and Yan Zhaoge remained silent.

And Chen Qianhua's pain kept accumulating in a cycle. He gritted his teeth and supported it with difficulty.

After a long time, Yan Zhaoge suddenly smiled and paused for every word.

"No, tell, you."

After that, he turned around and left without stopping, disappearing without a trace.

Knowing that he might humiliate himself, Chen Qianhua's question just came out.

His heart forced him to find something to distract himself and help him fight his anxiety.

Anxiety and irritability could not be relieved, but accumulated and finally began to escalate into pain.

"Yan! Zhao! Ge!" Chen Qianhua roared in pain and anger!

The calmness and laziness of the past were no longer there, and his persistence and patience were finally exhausted.

In the black fire cage, there were constant roars and howls like trapped beasts.

In response to him, the light knife fell again in an orderly manner.

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