Someone immediately grabbed a bucket of ice water and mercilessly splashed it on Su Lian's face.
Revived by the icy water, Su Lian had no time to react before a new wave of agony began.
Twenty-eight teeth, not one left.
Su Lian's mouth was also full of fresh blood; she was in so much pain she couldn't utter a single word, and yet, Situ Jingliang wouldn't let her pass out.
However, Su Lian's nightmare was far from over.
The very next second, her tongue was snipped off right at the root.
Now, Su Lian couldn't even scream.
Pain enveloped her overwhelmingly, preventing her from thinking; all she wanted was to end her life.
With death, she wouldn't have to bear such suffering.
The sound of heavy leather shoes resonated in the silent space as Situ Jingliang walked step by step toward Su Lian, lifted her blood-covered chin, and slowly said, "Don't worry, I won't let you die."
At that moment, he was a demon.
A demon wearing human skin.