Leng Tianhao waved his hand, and the two people standing at the door came over and threw the long whip at them...
I poured a glass of red wine, sat on a leather chair, enjoying it... and watched Leng Shiyue be beaten coldly.
The two of them were trembling, and they gritted their teeth... and used their strength to feed themselves with a long whip...
Sitting on Leng Shiyue's body again and again, the white coat could no longer be seen in any color, and her face was pale and transparent.
Leng Tianhao smiled coldly and admired the bloody performance...
Leng Shiyue kept silent, and was numb from the pain and completely lost consciousness.
"Master, the 4 whip has been executed!"
The two of them respectfully raised the long whip in their hands and bent over... waiting for Leng Tianhao's orders.
Leng Shiyue no longer had the strength to stand. He sat on the ground... and supported himself with his hands to prevent himself from falling to the ground... He looked up at Leng Tianhao indifferently, as if he was mocking what Leng Tianhao did but this.
That's it.
"take away!"
The bright red color was dazzling, Leng Tianhao closed his eyes... If it weren't for its usefulness, he would really not be able to control himself... In the competition three years later, Yanran... I will definitely take you back.
He pinched the goblet and instantly thorned into his hand without any sense of consciousness.
Leng Shiyue was dragged away by two people with hands, shouting and shouting to the ground... His consciousness was a little blurred. Is he going to die?
It was a blurry piece, no color was visible, pure white like heaven. Has he arrived in heaven?
He was thrown onto the bed, regardless of life or death... I don't know how long it took. Leng Shiyue thought he had arrived in heaven, but was awakened by the pain on his body... It turned out that he was not dead yet, but he was still alive...
He used a knife to untie his restraints and took out a pill. His very clean and neat short hair instantly reached his waist. His originally handsome face was obviously a little pretty. He walked out of Lengjiabao from the underground passage of the servant's room...
He was going to the bar at midnight, and his firm will kept him awake. As soon as he walked out of the secret passage, his eyes were blurred. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he felt his eyes turn dark and he was spinning. He lost consciousness.
Murong Xie pushed open the door and found someone else in the room? His evil eyes flashed by, and his mouth was bright red and dripping, as elegant as a noble vampire. He was as sharp as a cheetah, and the dagger in his hand was particularly delicate.
A forest light flashed in the dark room.
I suddenly turned on the light and found a girl soaked in blood. She was a little familiar with her long black hair, her pale face was faintly visible under the black hair, and her long eyelashes were particularly beautiful under the light.
Murong Xie felt the faint breath, Xiumei wrinkled tightly, as if she was enduring some pain.
He didn't dare to touch the girl on the bed because the dark red blood stains seemed to be covered in wounds.
The dagger in his hand could not cut open the coat, and found that it was woven from Tiansang Silk. He gently turned over Leng Shengyue's shoulders and moaned in pain as soon as he touched her... There was no blood on his lips, Murong Xiela
I opened the zipper of the jacket, looked at the tattered T-shirt and the ferocious scars, and blood was still permeated.
He pursed his lips. She was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was... He took out a bottle of things from his pocket and touched Leng Shiyue's back... Disinfection and stop bleeding. She was sweating in cold sweat and she moaned...
"hiss--"
A hoarse voice, no matter whether it was sweat or tears in the corner of his eyes... He curled up and wanted to avoid the hand that was messing around his back. However, someone pressed his legs and controlled his hands.