Chapter 1312 Training Ground
Shengmian was brought to an indoor training ground, and the man put a shield in her hand.
"Your memory should have been tampered with by the Saint. Her hypnosis is so good that it can even cause disorder in people's memories. Your reflexes and ability to resist attacks are very strong, but you have not received systematic training in these years."
Sheng Mian lowered her head and glanced at the thing in her hand. Even though she couldn't see it, she still reached out and touched it.
"Next, I will whip you with a whip. During the month while your eyes recover, I will use this method to train you and exercise your reflexes. You are too weak now."
The word weak stung Shengmian.
When she was in the imperial capital, she prayed countless times. It would be great if she could be stronger, so that she would not be in an isolated and helpless situation, nor would she be separated from Fu Yancheng like this.
If she has the ability, she can protect the people she wants to protect.
She was startled, suddenly remembering what Fu Yancheng had said while holding him.
"I, Fu Yancheng, am actually just an ordinary person. There are things I can't do and people I can't protect. I still need to grow up. You also have a mission that you haven't completed yet. If one day we are separated, you have to work hard." Let me live your own life until I come to find you, okay?"
The heart was instantly infused with power, but at this moment, the sound of breaking through the air came.
Her arm was whipped hard.
The man showed no mercy, and his tone was even cold.
"If this was a battlefield and you were distracted at the critical moment, you would be dead now. Come again!"
The second whip came out.
It was the first time for Shengmian to face such training, and she couldn't adapt at all.
The man wielded ten whips, but she only dodged one, and her body was already torn.
Her forehead was also covered with sweat. The sweat rolled all the way to her chin, and her clothes were soaked through.
After twenty lashes, she lay on the ground unable to move.
The man threw down the whip in his hand respectfully.
"Too weak. Even if the saint taught you subconsciously before you were thirteen years old, you have not practiced for so many years and you are already rusty and have to pick it up again."
Sheng Mian was in so much pain that she couldn't even speak a complete sentence.
The next second, she felt herself being picked up.
She wanted to ask him where he was taking her.
But she didn't have the energy to ask, she was exhausted.
"Plop!"
She was thrown into a small pool.
She was instantly overwhelmed by the special potion inside, and the pain all over her body was magnified a thousand times.
This is no ordinary water at all!
She wanted to crawl to the shore, but the sound of breaking through the air came again, and she subconsciously plunged into the water.
The man held the whip and looked at her from the shore, with a touch of relief in his eyes.
"Very good. It's only been twenty lashes, and you already vaguely know the direction in which the whip is coming."
After Sheng Mian's whole body was filled with water, the pain all over her body made her almost faint.
She forced herself to emerge from the water again. Her skin had turned red under this stimulation, and her whole face was also red.
It hurts so much, every inch of pain feels like being crushed, and I can't even cry.
The man explained on the shore.
"This is a specially made potion that can amplify the pain of your wounds hundreds of times, but at the same time make your wounds heal within a few days. The potion is very precious. I will take a dip every time after training. "
Sheng Mian felt like she was going to faint from the pain.
"Aren't you afraid that I will be hurt to death?"
The man glanced at her lightly, "I brought out a lot of medicine from the research base. If you are really going to die, as long as you don't completely lose your vitality, I can bring you back."
Sheng Mian curled up inside, feeling that all the skin pain relief she had endured in her previous life was nothing compared to this.
Something was pressing on my chest and I couldn't breathe.
She could only think about Fu Yancheng desperately.
She must get through it and survive the difficulties in front of her.
His fists were clenched and his eyes became firm for a moment.
The man's voice came again.
"And it can make your pain nerves adapt to this kind of pain. Even if you chop off one of your fingers, you won't feel too much pain."
Sheng Mian said nothing, as he really didn't have the energy to speak.
The man looked at the watch on his wrist leisurely. For ordinary people, being able to hold on for ten minutes was considered tough. Unexpectedly, it had already been twenty minutes and she still didn't say a word.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "There are still ten minutes left and we can come out."
Sheng Mian has now adapted to this kind of pain and tries to distance herself so that the time will not be so difficult.
She wanted to recall the sweetness of being with Fu Yancheng, but found it sadly.
The time the two of them really spent together was too little.
