Yang Zimei took Long Caiyun back to the dungeon where Wang Zeyuan was imprisoned.
The dungeon was dark and gloomy, with ten of Jiang Ziliang's men fully armed and guarding it.
Wang Zeyuan was huddled in a corner, very quiet. His skin, which had been pricked black by Sadako's poisonous needle, gradually turned white again.
It seems that he has a strong detoxification ability.
"Where is Wang Zeyuan? How can he be a child?"
Long Caiyun looked at Wang Zeyuan in the corner with confusion and asked Yang Zimei.
Hearing her voice, Wang Zeyuan, who had closed his eyes, seemed to be startled, his body shook up, and he quickly opened his eyes.
It's a pity that his eyes have been blinded and he can't see anything.
"Caiyun? Is that you?"
Wang Zeyuan's voice was filled with anticipation, excitement, and trembling.
Hearing his voice, Long Caiyun's body trembled slightly.
Yes, that's the sound!
"Devil! Why aren't you dead yet?"
Long Caiyun spit at him viciously and cursed angrily.
"Is it really you? Are you not dead?"
Wang Zeyuan ignored her scolding and continued to be immersed in his world.
"If you don't die, how can I die?"
After Long Caiyun finished speaking, she didn't know when she hid a pair of scissors. She took out the scissors and stabbed Wang Zeyuan like crazy.
Yang Zimei didn't stop him.
The strange thing is that Wang Zeyuan did not have the black and white aura like a protective film on his body, nor did he dodge, allowing Long Caiyun to stab him with a pair of scissors.
Wang Zeyuan gritted his teeth in pain and did not cry out. Instead, he said to Long Caiyun with a sad smile on his face, "Then you kill me. If I can die in your hands, I will admit it."
After saying that, he raised his head slightly and "looked" at Long Caiyun with a pair of empty eyes, as if he was ready to kill or kill as he pleased.
Long Caiyun's hand trembled slightly, and she raised the scissors again and stabbed him——
However, before it touched his shoulder, the hand stopped and could not strike again.
"Kill, I am willing to die in your hands, Caiyun!"
Wang Zeyuan's tone suddenly became very soft, as if he was whispering to his lover.
Long Caiyun's expression changed again, he dropped the scissors and rushed out of the dungeon.
Yang Zimei caught up.
She had been observing just now and realized that Long Caiyun's feelings towards Wang Zeyuan were also very strange.
On the surface it looks like resentment, but actually there seems to be a layer of love.
like?
Yang Zimei was shocked by this idea.
Wang Zeyuan treats Long Caiyun in such a perverted way, will she fall in love with him?
Probably not?
Yang Zimei looked at Long Caiyun.
I saw her squatting on the ground, covering her face with her hands, looking very sad and desperate.
"Auntie, why don't you kill him?"
Yang Zimei asked aloud, "Don't you hate him?"
"I hate! How can I not hate? He ruined my whole life! How can I not hate?"
Long Caiyun raised his head and cried sadly.
When Yang Zimei looked at her, her expression looked more like one born of love and hatred.
Could it be that after she was imprisoned, she gradually fell in love with the pervert Wang Zeyuan?
No way?
"If you hate him so much, why don't you kill him? Don't you want him to be cut into pieces?"
Yang Zimei asked.
"I want him to be cut into pieces, but I don't want to kill him like this. Just keep him imprisoned and let him live in darkness for the rest of his life!"
Long Caiyun's expression turned resentful again, "If I can, I will guard him and watch him remain imprisoned, suffer, and beg for life and death!"
