Chapter 3447 Taste the Pain

Song Yan stood up, walked up to her, and looked down at her: "If I kill you, they won't be able to come back to life. But at least, their souls can rest in peace in heaven. It can also alleviate the hatred in my heart."

He squatted down, reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head: "Maybe you have never killed anyone with your own hands. But, do you know how many innocent people died tragically because of you? You are a devil."

Yun Dai said: "According to what you said, for the soldiers and people who died in the war, should these accounts be placed on the head of the general who led the troops to fight, or on the head of the emperor who ordered the war?

"The one who started the figurines has no descendants!"

Song Yan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he slapped her on the cheek, then picked her up by the skirt of her clothes and threw her out.

Yun Dai's whole body was like a doll, bumping against the wooden door.

She felt that all her internal organs had shifted, her throat was slightly sweet, and blood overflowed from the corners of her lips and flowed down her chin.

She lay on the ground, dizzy and unable to move.

Her long hair fell down, covering most of her face.

Song Yan reached out, grabbed a whip from the table, and whipped it on her body.

Yun Dai felt a burning pain in her back, and her body was thrown to the other side.

The physical pain made her unable to control her tears.

Although I didn't want to cry, I couldn't bear it.

She didn't speak again or beg for mercy or let him make conditions.

This man hated her, and the more she spoke, the more she aroused his hatred.

Song Yan swung his long whip and whipped her twenty or thirty times until she fainted.

At this time, Yun Dai's clothes were in pieces and her blood was dripping like a broken rag doll.

Song Yan stopped, looked at her coldly, and turned around to go out.

When Yun Dai woke up again, it was already dark outside.

When she moved even slightly, she felt severe pain all over her body.

There were lit candles on the table, casting dim light.

Song Yanyan sat at the table, holding a gourd and pouring water into his mouth.

The smell of alcohol filled the air.

Yun Dai opened her mouth and made a hoarse voice: "Why don't you kill me?"

Song Yan glanced at her and said calmly: "I haven't let you experience enough torture and pain."

He regained his composure and laziness, as if the violent and fierce man during the day was not him.

"Does torturing me make you feel better?"

"Yes."

"It was not my intention to make your sister suffer like that. But your current behavior is a hundred times more vicious than mine." Yun Dai whispered, "Your sister's spirit in heaven is also ashamed of you."

The injuries all over her body made Yun Dai very painful. She had thoughts of giving up on herself and wanted to anger him and let him kill her with a knife.

It's better than being tortured slowly.

But Song Yanyan was not irritated. He took a sip of wine and said calmly: "I think the moment she was trapped in the sea of ​​​​fire holding her three-year-old son, the only thing that surged in her heart was hatred."

"Why not take revenge on the person who set the fire?"

"Do you think I didn't? You are the instigator and deserve to die the most."

"When are you going to kill me?"

"When you have tasted all the pain I can think of, I will set you and this hut on fire." Song Yan said lightly, "Don't worry, this place is in the deep mountains and old forests. Within three to five months, Your people can't be found. No one will come to save you. You can only lie in this cabin and die a miserable death."