Shangguan Chen stared at the scarred man on the cross for a while, then raised his hand carelessly to the expressionless man in black beside him.
Seeing this, the man in black nodded respectfully, stepped forward in three steps, picked up the whip, and fell on the man like a rainstorm.
The man roared heartbreakingly, and where the whip fell, there must have been a bloody mess.
Shangguan Chen never looked at the man, as if he was not interested at all, and just sat back quietly on the dragon throne.
He took out his lighter in a leisurely manner, lit a cigarette, and held it between his fingers. His whole body exuded the domineering aura of an emperor.
With a bit of elegant and fairy air, like an immortal, there is even a bit of calm gentleness on his face.
It forms a strange and sharp contrast with this hell-like prison cell, which gives people the illusion that they cannot live but die.
The entire basement was like a prison cell, cold and cold, like a ghostly place.
There were many instruments of torture and the fear was overwhelming.
In the dead silence, only the sound of whips and the man's low roar of pain were left.
After a long time, Shangguan Chen glanced at the man, smiled elegantly, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said in a subtle and strange way, "Stop!"
The man in black waved his whip and put away his whip, standing respectfully, bowing his head and bending over, waiting for the master's next order!
Shangguan Chen's eyes were cold and arrogant, and there was a hint of danger floating on his beautiful face. He was aloof and aloof, and it was natural that he was superior to others. His whole body exuded the aura of a noble and royal person.
At a glance, people feel like they are seeing ancient emperors and monarchs who commanded the magnanimity of the world.
After a while, Shangguan Chen pointed to Jiangshan and said, "Salt water will serve you!"
Han Zhiyan was shocked and covered her mouth, not daring to make any sound.
This was the first time she saw such a violent Shangguan Chen. Her aura eyes were filled with dissatisfaction and fear, and she held her breath.
Shangguan Chen's words seemed to carry an irresistible phantom in this purgatory-like basement, where the temperature was extremely cold!
The man in black picked up a spoonful of salt water and sprinkled it on the man accurately.
Suddenly, the entire dead space was filled with deafening wails over and over again!
The shock made Han Zhiyan's heart feel quite empty, her heartbeat was sluggish, and her face suddenly turned pale and bloodless.
The torture in front of you was truly shocking and horrific, and it made people's faces change after hearing it.
Han Zhiyan couldn't bear to watch anymore. Such a tragic scene reminded her of all the bad news about being forcibly swallowed abortion pills. Her head was confused and swollen, and her chest was suffocating.
When the last whine sounded, she fell to the ground, covering her ears and crying, "That's enough, that's enough..."
Her shout alarmed Shangguan Chen.
Shangguan Chen frowned, strode up to Han Zhiyan, hugged her, his heart tightened, and coaxed in a low voice, "Yanyan, why are you here? Be good, don't cry!"
With that said, he gently picked her up and walked out of the basement.
Shangguan Chen looked at the crying person in his arms, his eyes became colder and colder, and he looked at her deeply.
I cursed in my heart: Damn, I scared her!
He let her lie on the bed in his ancestral house. As soon as she sat on the bed, she anxiously left his arms and hugged him, like a frightened rabbit, helpless and panicked!
She was sobbing slightly, tears streaming down her face, her eyes were panicked, and she didn't even dare to look at Shangguan Chen. She just flattened her mouth and let out a slight sob.
Shangguan Chen's eyes softened involuntarily, and the violent indifference immediately disappeared. He coaxed in a soft tone, "Honey, look who I am, don't be afraid!"