Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Let the male protagonist of the fairy tale experience my love 19
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The crowd nervously used Nangong Yuchuan to threaten Meng Fuge. Initially, they had little hope, but seeing Meng Fuge hesitate, their arrogance returned. "Meng Fuge, if you don't stop, don't blame us for being rude to this brat!" the leading sect elder shouted. Of course, Meng Fuge didn't care whether Nangong Yuchuan lived or died, but the question remained: would the hero's death cause the plane to collapse? Glancing at the system, which was desperately begging for mercy, should he save him? Nangong Yuchuan felt a surge of warmth at the sight of Meng Fuge, as if a long-awaited fulfillment had finally been granted. It turned out that this seemingly cold woman had feelings for him! Despite his master's daily beatings, he now knew that deep down, Meng Fuge held a special place for him. Meng Fuge's lips curled up slightly, a playful smile forming as she said casually, "Alright, try to kill him." Everyone was stunned at this remark; they had never expected Meng Fuge to be so decisive. The leading elder gritted his teeth, poised to strike. However, at this critical moment, Nangong Yuchuan suddenly shouted, "Master, leave me alone!" His voice echoed in the air, filled with unwavering determination, even a hint of fearlessness. Everyone stared in astonishment as he dashed towards the sharp knife without hesitation, his speed catching them off guard. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering the clothes of those around him in a shocking mess. This sudden turn of events stunned everyone; they had not expected Nangong Yuchuan to act like this. They had only intended to use him to threaten Meng Fuge, not to kill him; after all, he was their only bargaining chip! Meng Fuge was surprised, wondering, had she struck him dumb? However, her reaction was incredibly fast, and she recovered in an instant, slashing the men to pieces. She once again assumed a deeply affectionate expression. She sighed softly, a heavy sigh that echoed in the air, stirring pity. Then, slowly, she extended her arms, her movements as gentle as a breeze caressing flower petals, and gently drew him into her embrace. The embrace was filled with tenderness, as if to melt him into her own body. "Disciple, why are you doing this?" A strange glint flashed in Nangong Yuchuan's eyes. He weakly raised his hand, attempting to touch Meng Fuge's cheek. His voice was weak but resolute: "Master... I am willing to die for you." Meng Fuge stared silently at Nangong Yuchuan in her arms, watching his gradually fading breath, feeling his life slipping away. Finally, Nangong Yuchuan's hands drooped limply to the ground, as if losing all support. It seemed he was dead! Just before Nangong Yuchuan drew his last breath, a deep smile graced his face. But the next moment, Meng Fuge's expression suddenly changed. She instantly returned to her frantic state. Without hesitation, she tossed Nangong Yuchuan's body aside like trash, muttering, "What a hassle!" Meng Fuge quickly extracted a soul orb from Nangong Yuchuan's body. The orb glowed faintly, seemingly containing Nangong Yuchuan's soul. Meng Fuge examined it carefully, a sly glint in her eyes. She wasn't naive enough to believe that Nangong Yuchuan truly loved her and was willing to die for her. In her view, the male protagonists of abusive stories all shared a common trait: selfishness. They used the soul orb to preserve their souls, thus escaping the daily beatings from their own bodies. Furthermore, his meridians were damaged, requiring reincarnation before he could cultivate again. System 1314, initially flustered and panicking, suddenly regained composure. The male protagonist wasn't completely dead yet. This mission was over 60% complete, yet the male protagonist's heartbreaking score was only around 50%. Not only that, the second male lead hasn't even officially appeared yet! As long as they're tortured to death, System 1314 is confident that the mission will be accomplished. At this thought, System 1314 became as excited as a child, eagerly asking Meng Fuge, "Sister Meng, are you planning to resurrect Nangong Yuchuan and continue to torture him?" Meng Fuge's lips curled up slightly, revealing a chilling smile. She nodded gently and replied calmly, "Yes, since the male lead wants to escape, I'll let him experience what it's like to never be able to escape from me! I want to see what his expression will be like then; it's sure to be very interesting." While Meng Fuge harbored this thought, she wasn't in a rush to act. After all, half of the immortal sects were still waiting for her to "take good care of them"! To spice things up, Meng Fuge decided to bring out the Ten Cruel Tortures of the Qing Dynasty one by one. At each sect she visited, she would select one and practice it. After each round of torture had been used, Meng Fuge would escalate the punishments and repeat the process. The disciples of these sects would cheer her arrival—though, in reality, they would let out agonizing cries. Whenever Meng Fuge entered a sect, their legs would tremble uncontrollably. To survive, they desperately tried to please Meng Fuge, as if she were their lifeline. Compared to the cold and ruthless attitude of their own sect's elders, these disciples were much more obedient. Meng Fuge commanded these disciples to tie up the sect leader and elders, whom they considered to be so high and mighty, and torture them to the point of near-death pain, leaving no trace of their bodies and their souls annihilated. Witnessing this, the disciples felt an inexplicable sense of relief. It was as if something within them had been unblocked, a strangely smooth feeling. This time, Meng Fuge had arrived at a brand new sect, ready to "visit" it. As she stepped into the sect's territory, a familiar scent filled her nose like a clear spring. "That old fellow is here," Meng Fuge thought to herself, a sneer curling across her lips. This is getting more and more interesting, she thought. Does this old fellow still think he can control her?
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