Huang Xiaoxiang was tortured by the magic sword, but there was no hurt. Finally, he could not bear to talk and cried out. He felt a little ashamed, but found his voice was covered by the noise around him. He was relieved.

"go on. I'll give you another five minutes. I'll ask after that." The cold laughter of the magic sword spread into Huang Xiaoxiang's ear.

"ah, can you take a rest?" Huang Xiaoxiang rubs his body, but it can't stop the pain, because the pain is inside, separated by a layer.

"four minutes left." Zhao Xinyu's voice is very pleasant, but Huang Xiaoxiang doesn't want to appreciate the thought...