He Yimin looked at Li Changan, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed; then looked at Liu An's broken limbs and his arms were scattered all over the ground; she did not rashly attack Li Changan, "Is this what you did?"

Li Changan did not answer He Yiwen's words, but was just waiting quietly for He Yiwen's fatal blow.

When his life is over, Li Changan feels that he is ashamed of many people in his life, Xu Tianbao, Xiao Yichen, Liu Bai, Ouyang Qian...

He felt that he had failed the expectations of these people for him.

Tears were left in the corner of Li Changan's eyes; when he was about to die, he realized that he had a lot of things he had not done.

The three generations of the Li family have never been to the vast territory of the Han Dynasty, but have seen it; Xu Tianbao is already very old and he has no chance to take care of him after he can; Liu Bai is still planning to see himself grow into a towering tree to inherit his father's inheritance; Xiao Yichen is still waiting for him to inherit his mantle.

"You killed my junior brother?" He Yiwen asked again.

Li Changan still didn't say anything.

He Yiwen carefully observed the unkempt monk. There was no spiritual power in her body, but she saw Liu An's flesh all over the ground, and was afraid that the young monk would have a backup plan, so she had been afraid that she would not dare to take action.

He Yiwen, who was treacherous, took two steps back; she picked up a sword from the ground of the ancient city, and threw it straight towards Li Changan. The sword penetrated Li Changan's shoulder and nailed Li Changan to the wall.

He Yimin looked at the blood left on Li Changan's shoulder and looked at Li Changan with a painful face. Only then did she make sure that Li Changan was not pretending to be a ghost.

She walked over and pulled out the sword.

Li Changan's lips were chapped, and he slowly spoke, "Kill me."

He Yimin smiled slightly and asked, "Kill you?"

"It's not that easy for you to die." He Yiwen smiled, his smile like a devil.

She took out a talisman and put it on Li Changan's chest, "Although my junior brother is a bad thing, you can't kill it."

"I'm afraid I'll be taught a lesson by my master again when I go back this time."

He Yiwen said, wiping the sword with her hands. She squatted down and looked at Li Changan's right leg.

"You can move my cultivator from Tiandao Sect!"

He Yiwen waved the sword and turned into Li Changan's calves. The sword cut off a small piece of meat from Li Changan's calves, and blood slowly flowed out.

Li Changan was immobilized and could not move.

"You Han Dynasty has a criminal law like 'Lingchi', and I have always admired her closely." He Yiwen used another sword, and the sword body cut off a piece of meat from Li Changan's calves again.

"Ask you a question." He Yimin looked at Li Changan with a smile, "What is the equivalent of a thousand minus seven?"

Li Changan gritted his teeth and did not answer.

He Yiwen had another sword, and the sword body took away a piece of flesh from Li Changan's calves again.

Li Changan's face was pale and his forehead was sweating like rain. He gritted his teeth and said a few words in his mouth, "You demon!"

"I'm not a demon." He Yiwen replied. She sat leisurely on the ground, shaking the blood on her sword body. She asked repeatedly: "What is the equivalent of a thousand minus seven?"

After saying that, another sword.

"What is the equivalent of a thousand minus seven?"

"What is the equivalent of a thousand minus seven?"

"What is the equivalent of a thousand minus seven?"

...

Li Changan was in pain, and he begged: "You kill me, please, kill me."

"What is the equivalent of a thousand minus seven?"

The sword body took away a piece of meat from Li Changan's calves again.

Li Changan looked up with difficulty, looking at He Yiwen, who was crazy, like a devil, "Nine... Hundred... Ninety-three."

He Yimin smiled and said, "I'm so good."

Looking at He Yimin's grim smile, Li Changan was cold all over.

The bad luck continues again...

He Yiwen peeled off a piece of Li Changan's calf meat again, and she asked again: "How much does it mean to cut 993 to cut 7?"

"Nine...hundred and eighty...six."

With the departure of this piece of meat, He Yimin still had a smile. She asked again: "How much does it mean to cut 986 to cut 7?"

He Yiwen waved her sword slowly. Every time she cut off a piece of Li Changan's meat, she would stop for a while, leaving Li Changan with a chance to breathe.

Time has passed several hours.

Li Changan died of pain dozens of times, but every time he woke him up, it still felt pain.

He Yiwen, who was already a little tired, stretched her waist. She looked at the light green light from the sky in the ancient city, and asked, "How much does it mean to 27 minus seven?"

Li Changan's face was bloodless and his eyes were empty. "Twenty." His voice seemed to appear from his throat tube, without any vitality.

"Twenty minus seven, which is equal to how much." He Yiwen's sword brought out a piece of blood.

"Thirteen."

"Thirteen cuts seven, which is equal to how much." A piece of meat was peeled away again.

"six."

Li Changan's entire right leg was now only seen with skeletons, no flesh and blood. He Yiwen's knife was cut into pieces, and only saw the bones of Li Changan's right leg were seen.

He Yiwen looked at her masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction. She said, "It's just right."

In order to prevent Li Changan from dying due to excessive blood loss, He Yiwen's palm spewed out a flame, burning the wound on Li Changan's leg; she took out a pill from the storage bag and put it in his mouth; Li Changan was immobilized and could not move, He Yiwen took off the amulet and helped Li Changan swallow the medicine.

Finally, He Yiwen stood up and prepared to leave.

After walking two steps, He Yiwen turned around. She looked at the dying Li Changan and smiled back, like a devil. She told Li Changan: "The medicine I just fed you to promote blood circulation and generate muscles. You must be fine; I am a little tired, and I will come to see you tomorrow."

Pieces of flesh on the ground sprinkled all over the ground, and blood dyed Li Changan's clothes red.

Because of the severe pain, his teeth had bitten more than a dozen pieces; his eyes could not be focused, and his consciousness was also confused because of the severe pain.

He didn't want to suffer this, he just wanted to die now.

"Equal to nine hundred and thirty-seven..."

His mouth opened and closed, and he was talking nonsense in a daze.

“Equal to six hundred and fifty-seven…”

"Equal to four hundred and fifty-four..."

He was covered in dirt, ragged clothes, confused and nonsense. At this time, Li Changan no longer saw the young man in white clothes.

In the dim ancient city, a gust of cold wind blew, an ant passed through the blood-stained earth and climbed onto Li Changan's right leg, which was covered with bones; climbed onto Li Changan's chest, and then climbed onto Li Changan's nose.

There was an ant on his nose, and Li Changan looked at the ant with his eyes blankly.

The ant began to climb up slowly and climbed to the tip of his nose. Li Changan's eyes moved toward the tip of his nose again.

He stared at the ant for a long time...

Li Changan suddenly smiled on his stiff face, and the ant flew up and flew elsewhere.

Li Changan reached out to grab the flying ant, but caught it in vain.

The cold wind kept swaying, but the ants were still spreading their wings and flying.
Chapter completed!