Chapter 328 Pennie, You're Not My Penny!

Kemp half-squatted, clutching his head tightly, he saw a thick fog again.

In the mist, there was a woman dressed in plain clothes.

He couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but he could see the somewhat wrinkled apple in her hand.

That apple, it was clear, had been hidden in her bosom for a long time. She had not had the heart to eat it, yet she gave it to him without any hesitation.

He saw it, the curve of her lips. He strained his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see her entire face.

"Kemp, try this, this apple, it was so delicious."

Kemp saw himself in the mist and took the apple from the woman's hand.

He didn't immediately eat the apple, instead he turned to her and asked, "Aren't you eating?"

"I had already eaten, this apple was left for you."

He glanced at her with suspicion, and seeing that he still hadn't eaten the apple, she couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. "Kemp, I'm not lying to you, I really have eaten it! Hurry up and eat! If you don't eat it, I'll get angry!"

Back then, Kemp really craved apples.

Once upon a time, he was well-fed and wealthy, the envy of the city. But after being locked in a dungeon, even a small apple became a luxury.

He bit hard into the apple, and although it was somewhat shriveled, sweet juice still seeped out. It was the most delicious apple he had ever eaten.

Having not eaten fruit for a long time, he unusually abandoned his usual elegance that day, eating ravenously. It was only after he finished the apple that he noticed she was constantly swallowing saliva.

He thought she had really eaten the apple. Only when he heard her swallowing did he suddenly realize that she hadn't eaten the apple. She couldn't bear to eat it and had saved it for him.

"Have you never eaten an apple before?" He asked her, his eyes red.

"I had eaten, the apple I ate, it was so delicious, even more delicious than yours!"

Kemp in the fog didn't speak. He stared deeply at the woman in front of him, wanting to hold her tightly. However, his legs were nearly useless, he couldn't move.

His lips were moving incessantly, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could utter a word, several men with blue dragon tattoos on their arms barged in with ill intentions.

They stepped forward and began to punch and kick him relentlessly.

He had already gotten used to being treated this way. He numbly leaned against the edge of the bed, his face devoid of any expression.

She was so anxious that she couldn't stop crying, "Stop! Stop it, you guys! Don't hit him anymore! You're going to kill him if you keep this up!"

"Damn woman, dare to meddle in our business, are you looking for death?!"

The man at the lead spoke, and then harshly slapped her across the face.

The dungeon door was suddenly pushed open again, and a woman in a bright red dress walked in.

The woman's face was also shrouded in a layer of mist. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, Kemp knew the intense malice it carried.

The woman in red lifted her foot, and the sharp heel of her high-heeled shoe ruthlessly stepped on the back of her hand. Yet, she stubbornly didn't let out a single cry.

The woman in red saw that she didn't scream or beg for mercy, her malice towards her grew even stronger. She directly lifted her foot and brutally kicked her in the face.

"Didn't you like eating fish? Didn't you like eating the fish he cooked for you? I'll let you have enough!"

Saying this, the woman in red had herself firmly held down. She viciously gripped her own jaw and forcefully stuffed a live fish into her mouth.

"Stop!" Kemp shouted in anger, wanting to halt the wicked deeds of the woman in red. However, his broken body could do nothing.

Time and again, almost stuffing her mouth to the point of breaking, the woman in red still did not let her go.

Immediately, various kinds of rotten and stinking food were forcefully stuffed into her mouth.

She vomited desperately, until she couldn't even vomit up bile, yet the wicked deeds of the woman in red only intensified.

She let those men beat her, truly beat her to death.

The world was a haze of red, Kemp's vision growing increasingly blurry, yet he could distinctly feel just how much his heart ached.

The girl who gave him the apple she had been saving and couldn't bear to eat, and who was willing to live or die with him, was heartbroken for this.

"Let her go! Hurry up and let her go!" He sternly rebuked them, but his rebuke only resulted in them torturing her even more brutally.

"How did that feel? Was it incredibly amazing?!"

The woman in red stepped forward, suddenly, she reached out her hand, viciously grabbed her long hair, and violently slammed her against the wall.

"Enjoy it, that's right! I locked you in here just to let you have a blast!"

"Hit me! Hit me hard! None of you can stop unless I say so!"

Kemp simply couldn't bear to see her suffer such brutal torment. He roared heart-wrenchingly, "Let her go! If there's any issue, come at me! What kind of ability is it to torture a weak woman?! Kill me! Kill me!"

"Stinking cripple, you thought I would let you go?!"

The woman in red gently raised her hand, and the men understood immediately, stopping the actions that were tormenting her.

The woman in red advanced step by step, she half-squatted in front of him, maliciously pinching his leg that he couldn't even move.

"Stinking cripple, anyway, you can't stand up anymore. What do you need these legs for! Might as well, just chop them off!" After saying this, the woman in red turned her face to the few men and ordered, "Chop off his legs for me!"

Having received her orders, the man in charge, holding a cold, gleaming knife, stood in front of Kemp.

He gripped tightly, and the sharp knife ruthlessly hacked into his leg.

"No!"

She screamed with heart-wrenching intensity, using up her last bit of strength to throw herself onto him. The knife the man swung down didn't hit his leg, but instead, it struck her left arm.

In an instant, the bright red blood stained his face and also dyed his eyes a bloody red.

"Kemp, how are you?" She asked, trembling all over with pain, her first concern was about him.

In that moment, Kemp, a man who bled but never cried, was in tears.

The woman in red was very satisfied with her pitiful state. She gave a sinister smile and left the dark dungeon with those few men.

The mist shrouded most of her body, but suddenly, the fog that enveloped her waist and abdomen slowly dissipated.

He could clearly see that her abdomen was highly protruded, and she seemed to be about to give birth.

He knew, she was his Penny, and he also knew, his Penny, was Pennie.

But Pennie, in those four years, had never been pregnant, let alone given birth to a child for him. How could she have such a big belly?!

Could it be, Pennie was not his Penny at all?!

The illusion before him vanished in an instant. Kemp abruptly lifted his face, his eyes bloodshot, looking at Pennie who was standing beside him with concern. "Pennie, you're not my Penny! Tell me, who is my Penny, really!"