Love On The Turquoise Land[ 枭起青壤_尾鱼 ]

Chapter 46

WARNING: This chapter contains themes of potential mistreatment, violence, and pregnancy-related concerns.

Nie Jiuluo pursed her lips and moved the flame towards his collarbone.

Being roasted alive was truly torturous. Yan Tuo couldn't bear it for long. His arms trembled, veins bulged on his forehead and neck, and sweat rolled down his body one bead after another. Just when he was about to collapse, Nie Jiuluo moved away in time and grabbed a bag of something cool and soft, pressing it against the edge of his wounds.

Yan Tuo's eyelashes were soaked with sweat. He reluctantly opened his eyes, feeling blurry, and saw a bag of water—a plastic bag filled with cool water, sealed to prevent leakage.

Looking to the side, he saw many bags piled on the coffee table, chubby and swaying, along with open bottles of mineral water with straws inserted.
She had prepared everything so thoroughly. Sculpting was a delicate task, and anyone who could excel in it must have a keen mind as well.

Nie Jiuluo said, "Yan Tuo, I have a question for you."

Yan Tuo forced a bitter smile. "Miss Nie, you really know how to pick your timing... to ask questions. You've been asking since last night."

Nie Jiuluo said, "You don't have to answer. I'm not petty. I'll still treat you even if you don't answer. However, If you do answer, I'll roast you happily. If not, I'll roast you unhappily."

Yan Tuo lowered his head slightly. If he had the strength, he would have chuckled—it sounded so casual, as if being roasted unhappily wasn't scary at all.

He said, "Go ahead and ask."

The side of the water bag pressed against his flesh was probably no longer cool. Nie Jiuluo flipped the bag over, revealing the reddened skin underneath, indicating that it must have been very uncomfortable.

Nie Jiuluo looked away. "The Xiong Hei gang, are they relentlessly attacking just to vent your anger?"

Yan Tuo shook his head. "That's what it seems like, but I feel... it's not quite like that. From the moment they learned that Lao Dao could smell the scent of Gouya, they've been very concerned. And, the leader even asked Que Die about her son, giving the impression that her son was taken away by Que Die."

After saying so much in one breath, his throat was so dry that even swallowing saliva felt like being scalded.

Nie Jiuluo set down the water bag and handed him the bottle of mineral water with a straw. "Son? The son of the Di Xiao?"

Yan Tuo tried to raise his hand to take it, but found his arm stiff, as if it were stuck at the end of the sofa. He had to bow his head to suck on the straw. "Yes."

The son of the Di Xiao, then he was still a Di Xiao. Even if he fought to the death, he was still just an Di Xiao in the hands of the Ban Ya group.

"Mazha?"

Yan Tuo weakly shook his head. "I originally suspected him too, but I feel... it's not quite like him, more like... the feeling of different paths for humans and beasts."

Nie Jiuluo put the mineral water back on the table. "You endured it well. Here comes the second round."
The flame approached again.

Yan Tuo let out a long sigh, mustering up his strength once again, feeling like he would scream in agony the next second. Yet he had to grit his teeth and endure, forcing himself to focus all his attention on the water bag, constantly hypnotizing himself: "Almost there, almost there, the water bag is coming soon."

After the end of the second round, Yan Tuo collapsed on the sofa, gasping for breath heavily. He couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears from the pain, making his eyes sting.