Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Let the male protagonist of the fairy tale experience my love 32
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"Brother, we haven't even reminisced yet, how come you fainted?" Meng Fuge's tone hinted at disappointment. "You've really broken my heart!" she continued, her smile growing ever more strange. "But it doesn't matter. I picked these especially for you, to rekindle our friendship," Meng Fuge said, motioning for Yang Chongtian to look at the wall of torture instruments. Unhurried, she began to explain each instrument to Yang Chongtian. "This small knife can easily cut your skin, inflicting the most exquisite pain." Meng Fuge's voice was gentle, yet the malice within was chilling. She picked up the whip and swung it gently, its crackling sound in the air. "This whip, upon striking you, will instantly tear your skin apart, leaving it a bloody mess, leaving you with a life worse than death." Then, Meng Fuge picked up the nail-pulling tool and gently stroked it with her fingers, as if admiring a piece of art. "This little gadget is specifically for pulling nails out. It can effortlessly remove your nails, piece by piece." Meng Fuge picked up the needle again and waved it against the light, the tip gleaming coldly. "This needle, of course, is for pricking you. Don't worry, I have over a hundred of the same needles. I can slowly poke countless tiny holes in your body, letting you experience the feeling of being riddled with wounds." Meng Fuge explained the instruments of torture, gently stroking them. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, as if she truly relished them. However, in stark contrast to Meng Fuge, Yang Chongtian was terrified, his face pale and his body trembling. His voice trembled with fear. "Master... Junior Sister, please spare me. We... have... been friends for over a decade... after all. Can you please show some mercy? Spare me?" Meng Fuge paused as she explained the instruments of torture. She turned her head and looked directly into Yang Chongtian's eyes with a smile, her tone carrying a hint of teasing and sarcasm: "Brother, you are right, there is indeed affection." When Yang Chongtian heard her tone, he inexplicably felt an invisible pressure, his heart tightened, and he quickly said, "Since... since that's the case, then... please put me down, Junior Sister!" Meng Fuge picked up a thin needle, walked towards Yang Chongtian step by step, and stood in front of him. "No hurry, let's talk about the affection we have had over the years." Upon hearing this, Yang Chongtian's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. Meng Fuge picked up a thin needle and flicked it in front of Yang Chongtian. "Brother, why are you shaking?" This greasy voice made Yang Chongtian feel that the scene was even more terrifying, and his body shook even more violently. Meng Fuge chuckled. "I'm sure you're excited, eager to discuss our relationship." She emphasized the word "friendship." Yang Chongtian's pupils dilated involuntarily, and he watched in horror as Meng Fuge approached him. He turned his head away, but Meng Fuge grasped his chin and forced it back, so he could look directly into her eyes. Her voice was incredibly gentle, but a strange smile played on her face. "Brother, when you offended the Xuanming Sect, you attacked me while escaping, asking me to buy you time." "Unfortunately, the Xuanming Sect still found you and identified you, and you're trying to shift the blame onto me." "To give the Xuanming Sect an explanation, they even had that bastard Xuanqing force me to go alone to the Demon Abyss to collect herbs for them, as compensation!" "These are all things that we have a deep bond of 'friendship,'" Meng Fuge said, slowly inserting the needle into Yang Chongtian's finger. The sharp pain made him scream. "Junior sister, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again..." Before Yang Chongtian finished speaking, Meng Fuge pulled out the needle and inserted it again. She picked up another needle and gestured on his body. "Senior brother, don't rush to admit your mistakes. This is just the beginning. Let's slowly savor our friendship." Meng Fuge's face was filled with an innocent smile, "Let me think about our friendship again." She thought for a moment, slapped her head in distress, "Oh, there are too many things to say at once. I don't know where to start!" Her eyes were gentle as water. She picked up another needle and accurately pierced Yang Chongtian's nail. "Once, we encountered a monster. In order to get the herbs guarded by the monster, my senior brother asked me to go alone to lure away the monster, which was one realm higher than me. I lost my life writing a letter." As he spoke, he twisted the needle until Yang Chongtian's fingers were bloody and he stopped. He then picked up another needle and repeated the operation. "And that time in the secret realm, Senior Brother, to show his generosity, gave away the magical herbs I painstakingly obtained." "I remember one time when you were playing around, and someone challenged you, saying you couldn't open the barrier. You insisted on proving it to them, stealing that old man's things and releasing all the ghosts within, then claiming it was me who did it." "And now that I'm an elder, someone deliberately provoked me, and you told me to be magnanimous, giving away everything I'd obtained as compensation!" "..." With each incident, Meng Fuge would cripple a finger. Once he'd crippled all his fingers, then his arms and legs—he'd have to pay them back! These incidents were countless, and the original owner had truly willingly endured the abuse, believing it was all normal. Adopted by that old man, Xuanqing, from a young age, the worldview Xuanqing instilled in her was one of constant wrongdoing, of taking the blame for others. She was also expected to unconditionally obey Yang Chongtian's every command and devote everything to the Tianyan Sect. Even if the Tianyan Sect's life meant the original owner's death, she had to be utterly unapologetic. As a child, the original owner was like a blank slate; whatever color she was given shaped her into who she was. When she first arrived in this world, Meng Fuge also thought the original owner was ill. But after merging with the original owner's memories, things changed. She now felt that everyone owed the original owner something, especially the entire Tianyan Sect. These people were more or less accomplices, constantly pimping the original owner, turning her into a death-seeking personality that wouldn't refuse. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Yang Chongtian's frantic screams brought Meng Fuge back from her thoughts. "You're making me blind!" Meng Fuge slapped Yang Chongtian's forehead, instantly breaking his neck and sending him flying. "Bang!" Something exploded on the wall, staining it with ketchup. Meng Fuge stared at the ketchup on the wall, then at the headless body before her. Sure enough, she was too kind, actually giving Yang Chongtian a quick death. Alas! How kind she was!
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