Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 1033 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (31)

Translator: Cheese

* light mentions and descriptions of torture because of what Qi Chimu did in his past life, but nobody actually gets tortured

Qi Chimu couldn’t help but smile. Halfway through the smile, he finally discovered that the scent of orchids still lingered in the air.

It was the smell of death.

But it made him feel parched. His face sank once again.

He had been reborn once. Why did he change?

This kind of illness that made his body burn up when he saw people cry, what was it? When did it start?

Qi Chimu felt uncomfortably hot. He could only get up and shove the quilt away, then pace back and forth in the ice-cold woodshed.

As soon as Bai Weiwei returned to her room,

she vigilantly asked the system, “This ‘cry then get candy’ temperament, other than making people feel pleasant, are there any other side effects ba.”

System: “...other than the pleasure, there are no other side effects.”

Arousal was also a kind of pleasure.

Bai Weiwei frowned in thought. “This temperament isn’t too trash. If I cry every now and then, my favorability will easily rise.”

Qi Chimu was too vigilant; it was too damn difficult grinding up the favorability.

If she cried once and got a few points of favorability, it was a profit.

The system thought about how the temperament’s excitement function added to the favorability. It held itself back for a moment before saying, “As long as you’re happy.”

In any case, the worst possibility was a bullet screen.

There really were no other side effects.

On the third night, the door to the woodshed opened again.

Qi Chimu had lit the oil lamp and was leaning against the haystack, reading.

He discovered that Bai Weiwei had forgotten to lock the door after leaving last night, so he returned to his room when there were not many people in the morning.

Then he took some things and came back.

He feigned calmness. Because he knew Bai Weiwei’s ‘secret,’ he couldn’t be bothered to be a gentleman with her.

Bai Weiwei stood at the door, watching him for a long time, before hesitantly heading in.

Qi Chimu lifted his gaze, smiling. “Biao mei is here to bring me food?”

Bai Weiwei’s face was tense. She seemed to be struggling with something.

Qi Chimu wasn’t too on guard.

Bai Weiwei was so stupid that he really had no interest in fighting.

He had many thoughts of bullying.

Moreover, he really wanted to see her crying for him again.

Bai Weiwei suddenly gritted her teeth. A few traces of ferocity flashed through her eyes, and she raised her hand.

White powder was sprinkled on his face.

Qi Chimu’s expression changed. His limbs grew soft, and he couldn’t get up.

Bai Weiwei snorted. “I know you won’t give me the paper, so I can only interrogate you.”

Interrogate?

Chi Qimu’s mind flashed through all the things he had done in the shadows in his last life.

Executing ministers, extracting confessions, torture.

Skinning, needle torture 1, slow drip torture2 all kinds of punishments flickered past.

Sure enough, a vicious heart. Even if she was stupid, he was particularly stupid.

Qi Chimu was a bit annoyed he had dropped his guard.

He watched her expressionlessly.

Bai Weiwei picked up a candle. Under the candle light, she sneered, “Do you know what the ending is for those who offend me? I’ll make you understand true suffering.”

Qi Chimu watched her take out the candle.

It flashed through his mind–wax torture.

Cut open the person’s flesh and pour in melted wax. The pain was worse than death.

His muscles were taut. The effects of the drug were not too heavy; he should be able to recover after a period of time.

And then...

Qi Chimu gazed maliciously at Bai Weiwei, flipping through all sorts of punishments in his mind.

Then he saw Bai Weiwei take out a book, spread it out on the ground, and light the candle.

It seemed that she had come prepared.

She even brought a book about torture.

Bai Weiwei lit the candle and imitated what she’d seen in the book.

“Undress, drip wax on the back, let the other party feel the ecstasy of pain, moaning is expected...”

Qi Chimu: “...”

1: 扎针: I kept getting results about acupuncture, which is a therapeutic treatment, so I went with what made sense in context.↩

2: 灌水银: a kind of torture in which cold water is dripped onto the forehead or head in irregular periods over a long period of time. Rather than physical torture, the aim is mental deterioration or a psychotic breakdown.↩

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