Franka forced herself to drink the dark green potion Gulu that looked like a collection of pathogens.

Whether it was due to the burning of the flames or the influence of the potion, her head quickly heated up and her mind became confused due to the high temperature.

She couldn't help but recall the joys in the past, including not only her own experience, but also the various feedbacks from the objects of joy.

At this moment, Franka was both the giver and receiver of joy. She was sinking in joy from body to heart, as if a pool of spring water was about to escape.

Her thoughts were wandering, her will was sinking, and she was lost in all kinds of intense pleasures.

However, the pain that came with experiencing those pleasures allowed her to retain a trace of sobriety. It was the spiritual resistance and mental entanglement when she was with Gardner Martin, and the emotional estrangement when she was with Jenna. It seemed that she would never be able to truly

The earth completes the blending of spirit and flesh...

And the extreme pain caused by the burning flames on her body was like invisible threads, pulling at her self and consciousness, making her like a kite, just swaying in the lost storm without completely losing control.

While swaying, Franka instinctively cursed in her heart:

MD, it hurts, it really hurts!

Does this ritual want me to die?

Cough, cough, cough, high-temperature smoke has entered the trachea and lungs. It feels so uncomfortable. Am I about to die?

Fuck, I can say now that I smell so good, the smell of food, the smell of barbecue...

Lumian, Jenna and Anthony stood in front of the torture rack, watching Franca's body gradually burn to black, and her expressions were so distorted that they completely lost their beauty.

They and Lugano, who was specially invited to provide medical help at any time, all felt a little hot without knowing it, and couldn't help but think about it, causing some agitation.

Faced with this horrifying and frightening scene, they actually had inappropriate passions.

Fortunately, this is not serious and can be tolerated.

After several dozen seconds, the red flames burning on Franka's body suddenly turned dark, and immediately turned into crystal fragments of ice, falling piece by piece.

This came with the scorched black skin, and after peeling off the scorched black skin, Franka's body surface was exposed to new, white and tender skin, as if soaked with a layer of water-like skin.

With the endurance of an "ascetic monk", Lumian instinctively looked away.
Chapter completed!