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Monsoon smoke pulled a chair from one side and sat down. Her long legs overlapped at will. She held the whip hand and laid it on the handle at will. She tilted her head slightly and admired Gong Qiang, who was continuously divided by more than ten alchemists.

"How does it feel to be swallowed by a monster you created?" There is no sound of monsoon smoke coming into the ears of Gong Qiang.

Gong Qiang's self-healing ability, which makes him proud, has become a great torment at the moment. If he is a normal person, he will be swarmed by more than a dozen alchemists, but in an instant, he will become a white bone.

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Gong Qiang's powerful self-healing ability, however, makes the short-term pain an infinite circle.

Monsoon smoke deliberately let those alchemists and reformers not eat the brain of Gong Qiang, so as long as Gong Qiang's brain and heart are not damaged, he must endlessly bear it.

What monsoon smoke pasted on those alchemy transformed heads was a talisman for controlling corpses. This talisman paper deliberately controlled those dead bodies. It was also a common thing used by many corpse chasers in the previous life. However, the talisman used by the corpse chasers was very simple, which was not as good as the effect drawn by the immortals.

This talisman is rarely used in monsoon smoke. She respects every dead person and will not desecrate anyone's body, but This kind of thing is suitable for people like Gong Qiang.

Those alchemists are not human beings for a long time. They are a kind of transformed corpse controlled by Alchemy. The talisman can control them easily.

Gong Qiang's pride, in the eyes of monsoon smoke, is just a trick that hurts the nature.

Gong Qiang's screams echoed in the bloody room, where the monsoon smoke sat, looking at all this coldly, looking at the devil and tasting the consequences of his own.

I'm afraid Gong Qiang would never dream of falling to this level. In front of the monsoon smoke, all his alchemy has become a pile of waste. Instead, Gong Qiang is tortured by the monsoon smoke.

A lot of blood stained the bright and clean marble floor. The blood gathered at the foot of the monsoon smoke. The strange blood color was printed in the eyes of the monsoon smoke, but it was full of murderous air.

I don't know how long ago, the door behind the monsoon smoke was suddenly pushed open.

When Gong Zhengyu opened the door, he was shocked by the bloody scene in front of him. He was waiting for the body that was constantly nibbled by alchemists. His eyes were filled with disbelief.