護花近衛 - 第3036章 受盡折磨 - 翰墨軒

As the mental cultivation method's incantation began to circulate through Sun Jingyan, Little Eleven drove a silver needle straight into the meridian at her chest. "Ah—" Sun Jingyan could not hold back a wretched scream. In that instant she felt the true energy within her body suddenly boil over, as though it no longer answered to the guidance and control of her incantation... Instinctively, Sun Jingyan halted the circulation. But stopping was no small matter: the silver needle in her chest was flung straight out, and Little Eleven, wholly focused on the needle work and caught off guard, took the flying needle across her own arm, which opened a gash at once. "Motherfucker! You wretched slave!" Little Eleven flew into a rage and lashed out with a vicious kick that landed square in Sun Jingyan's lower belly. Sun Jingyan screamed in agony and slumped unnaturally to her knees, but Little Eleven was not appeased; she kicked savagely at Sun Jingyan's chest. "You fucking cunt, how dare you stick a needle in me—I'll kick your tits to bursting!" It must be said that Little Eleven was thoroughly vicious; she too was a woman, and she knew exactly which parts of a woman were most fragile. Having been pricked once by Sun Jingyan, she took her revenge like a madwoman. "That's enough, Little Junior Sister. The real business comes first—don't kill her!" Little One frowned and was forced to step in and stop Little Eleven's kicking. If Sun Jingyan were kicked to death, what would become of Tagan Long? "Hmph!" Only then did Little Eleven stop, but seeing Sun Jingyan still lying on the ground and not getting up, she could not resist another kick. "Get up this instant, you bitch. I didn't use any true energy just now—don't play dead with me!" Sun Jingyan was no cultivator and had no true energy to shield her body; at best her physique was a little stronger than an ordinary person's. Even so, after that barrage of kicks from Little Eleven, blood had seeped from the corner of her mouth, and she climbed to her feet with the utmost difficulty. The needle in Sun Jingyan's hand, the one connecting her to Tagan Long, had fallen out, and Little Eleven, without the least courtesy, seized Sun Jingyan's hand and pulled it over, then directly reconnected the needle to Tagan Long's hand. Tagan Long was unconscious and felt nothing, but Sun Jingyan was in utter misery—especially when Little Eleven, with despicable malice, twisted the needle in Sun Jingyan's finger back and forth, which made her suffering all the worse. Yet, having learned her lesson, Sun Jingyan could only grit her teeth and endure, not daring to move rashly. Remembering Han Jingyi's wretched fate, Sun Jingyan lamented inwardly: it seemed that in Little Eleven's clutches, she could forget about surviving intact... But for Wei Zhao's sake, Sun Jingyan had no choice but to endure. Fighting down the pain, she once more set the incantation circulating. "Ah—" As Little One's silver needle pierced Sun Jingyan's chest again, she gave a great cry, yet never dared to stop the incantation. "Scream again and I'll—" Little Eleven slapped her across the face with a crisp smack. Sun Jingyan took the slap without a sound, not daring to cry out, not daring to resist, and even less daring to halt the incantation—otherwise, a far more severe beating would be waiting for her. "All right, Little Junior Sister, the real business comes first. Beat her like this and if she stops circulating the incantation, we'll have to start all over again!" Little One admonished. Little Eleven nodded. Did she not know that as well as anyone? But she beat Sun Jingyan purely out of instinctive jealousy—jealous that Sun Jingyan was prettier than she was, that her figure was better! She simply wanted to torment Sun Jingyan, to torment her to death! But at the thought of her father's plan, Little Eleven resumed the needle work, paying no heed to Sun Jingyan's screams, and drove needle after needle into Sun Jingyan's body, each insertio