Chapter 1280 -1277: Torment (Part 2)
Song Xiaodong opened his eyes, rubbed his lower back, looked at Qingluan standing there, and said, âYour way of waking people up is quite unique.â
âGo find something to eat.â Qingluan said coldly.
âCanât you go find it yourself?â Song Xiaodong rolled his eyes and sat up.
Qingluan approached Song Xiaodong, speaking coldly, âAre you going or not?â
Song Xiaodong suddenly sprang up and attacked Qingluan with a fierce palm strike.
âOverestimating yourself.â Qingluan easily dismantled his attack, then within three moves, landed a palm on Song Xiaodongâs chest.
Song Xiaodong, however, did not dodge or evade, just looked at Qingluan with a smile.
âHmph!â Qingluanâs hand was already pressed against Song Xiaodongâs chest, but she did not unleash her force, saying, âIf you donât find food within an hour, Iâll go to your house and kill all the women there.â
Then she flicked her palm, sending Song Xiaodong flying away.
Song Xiaodong twisted in the air, landing steadily on the ground, and said with a grin, âSo you canât bear to hurt me now, huh? This relationship is developing quite fast.â
âScram!â Qingluan shouted angrily, pouncing directly at Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong, with a burst of laughter, did not evade, and directly exchanged two moves with Qingluan, only to be knocked flying again.
Chapter 1278: Whipping
Song Xiaodong knew Qingluan wanted him to lift the Restriction that bound her, but her pride wouldnât allow her to bow down and plead with him.
So this woman was trying various ways to torment him, to make him beg for mercy and release her voluntarily.
But Song Xiaodong was not a man of weak will; the more Qingluan tortured him, the less he was willing to lift the Restriction for her.
In fact, Qingluanâs approach was completely wrong. Song Xiaodong had a firm mind and wouldnât yield, and his greatest skill wasnât Kung Fu, but medical skill. Although Qingluanâs methods were unique, for Song Xiaodong, they werenât too hard to undo.
Moreover, when resisting Qingluanâs True Qi erosion, Song Xiaodong was also honing his own True Qi, and there was absolutely benefit in the pain.
Whatâs more, knowing that Qingluan wouldnât kill him, encountering such a master, how could Song Xiaodong miss the opportunity? So whenever he got the chance, Song Xiaodong would spar with Qingluan a couple of moves, even if defeated, he would gain something each time.
So now Song Xiaodong didnât want to run away or anything. After being knocked flying by Qingluan again, he directly went to find some food and came back to share it with Qingluan.
The scenery in this small valley was quite nice, and Qingluan had no intention of leaving. After they finished eating, she looked at Song Xiaodong, and a flash of anger suddenly appeared in her eyes as she pounced straight at him.
Song Xiaodong didnât say much, directly clashed with her again, and was quickly subdued. This time, Qingluan not only sealed Song Xiaodongâs True Qi, using her own True Qi to torment him, but also pulled out a vine whip.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Song Xiaodong felt a bit uneasy looking at the vine whip in Qingluanâs hand.
âWhooshâŠâ Qingluan swung the vine whip in her hand, which produced a whistling sound, saying, âYou think I donât dare to kill you, but that doesnât mean I canât torment you.â
âHey, itâs better to die in battle than suffer humiliation!â Song Xiaodongâs face turned dark; getting whipped with a vine would surely be hard to accept.
âWhat about when you humiliated me?â
âIâŠâ Song Xiaodongâs face darkened immediately, unable to retort. That time he touched Qingluan had definitely been the greatest insult to her.
âTake this!â Qingluan raised the vine whip in her hand again, swinging it down onto Song Xiaodongâs body.
âCrack!â With a clear sound, Song Xiaodongâs clothes were immediately shredded open, leaving a bloody welt on his skin. Now that his True Qi was sealed, he had no True Qi to shield himself.
Moreover, Qingluanâs strike was infused with True Qi, even though she used very little, it was still enough for Song Xiaodong to bear.
âHiss!â Song Xiaodongâs mouth twitched drastically, the pain was indeed extreme.
Seeing Song Xiaodongâs pained expression, a feeling of pleasure rose in Qingluanâs heart as she said, âThat one was for touching my head, now this is for touching my face.â
Another lash came down, Song Xiaodong clenched his fists, sweat pouring unstoppably from his head.
âThis one is for touching my leg!â
âThis one is for touching my chest.â
For the chest touch, Qingluanâs whip clearly had a bit more force, causing Song Xiaodongâs body to quiver from the strike, yet he still gritted his teeth and endured.
âThis one is for touching my foot!â Qingluan said, lashing down once more.
âAh!â Song Xiaodong had been enduring, but the last strike was too heavy, causing him to let out a muffled groan, almost fainting from the pain.
âFor touching my foot!â Qingluan surprisingly lashed down with the vine whip again.
Song Xiaodongâs eyes rolled back and he fainted directly.
When Song Xiaodong finally woke up, his first reaction was the intense pain all over his body.
Fortunately, the seal on his True Qi was lifted; he didnât know whether he undid it himself or Qingluan helped him.
But he couldnât worry about that now; he quickly struggled to sit up, seeing Qingluan sitting on a large rock by the stream, with her back to him.
Song Xiaodong didnât pay attention to her, quickly started taking off his clothes, but Qingluan turned around at this moment, her face cold, and said, âWhat are you doing?â