Quick Wear: The host is addicted to abusing scum and is cruel and brutal

Fu Qi saw Wang Weihe's miserable condition clearly through Mao Tuan's live broadcast.

Originally, she wanted Wang Weihe to die, but she thought it would be more comfortable for him to die. Now that he is clearly feeling this torture, it is quite suitable for him.

In the dead of night, Fu Qi sneaked into the room where Wang Weihe was. Smelling the stench inside, Fu Qi quickly performed a small spell on himself, and all the smells were blocked out. Only then did he dare to breathe again.

Wang Wei and himself couldn't sleep because of the smoke. Suddenly, they saw a dark shadow coming in. They were shocked and kept whimpering.

Fu Qi didn't mind at all and turned on the light in the room, then saw the skinny Wang Weihe.

When Wang Weihe saw that it was Fu Qi, he was also stunned. He couldn't understand how the other party got in.

Fu Qi looked at his miserable state, and a strange smile appeared on his honest face, "Wang Weihe, it seems that you are not having a good time."

Fu Qi's fingers moved slightly, and Wang Weihe somehow felt that the pressure in his throat was gone, so he tried to speak, "You did all this?"

The voice was rough and harsh, but Wang Weihe was very excited. He could finally speak, and he looked at Fu Qi with hatred that he could not hide.

Fu Qi didn't care about his gaze at all. She had seen such gazes too many times and it had no effect on her at all.

Fu Qi approached him again and snapped his fingers. A force fell directly into Wang Weihe's mind.

Wang Weihe didn’t know what Fu Qi wanted to do, but his head suddenly felt a sharp pain and many fragments of memories flashed in his mind.

He was covered in cold sweat, and by the time he calmed down, his face was extremely pale.

He seemed to have remembered the memories of his previous life. He and Ma Limei lived well by exploiting the original owner. Later, he got drunk and accidentally killed his son, and falsely accused the original owner of taking the blame for him.

But this did not affect him at all. He and Ma Limei had two children. Then his luck turned and he even became rich. He lived a pretty comfortable life.

Originally, Wang Weihe was still immersed in the success of his previous life, but he soon came to his senses and thought of his current situation, and he was even more devastated.

"Who are you? You can't be that loser Zhao Jun." Wang Weihe's eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't believe that the person in front of him was the waste who was suppressed by him in that life.

Fu Qi didn't want to answer him at all. He still had a long life to live anyway. With his previous life as a comparison, his current life would be as miserable as it was.

Wang Weihe couldn't get the answer he wanted, so he could only curse.

Fu Qi came here just for this purpose and didn't want to stay any longer. He moved his fingers again, and Wang Weihe was like a duck with its neck strangled. His throat was unable to speak again and he could only make a series of broken growls.

Fu Qi disappeared, and it seemed as if no one had ever been in the room.

Wang Weihe had originally relied on hatred to force himself to endure all this, but now he just felt like he was living in hell, with endless despair and pain in his eyes.

Now he has no other way to commit suicide except biting his tongue and fasting.

He didn't dare to bite his tongue to commit suicide, so he chose to go on a hunger strike. But the king's father and mother didn't care at all. If he didn't want to eat, they would just pry open his mouth and pour food into him. At least as long as he was alive, it was enough. How could they care what he thought?