"I'm just childish, what are you doing to me?" Luo Xichen simply put on a rogue face, "I just won't let go, hum~"
Su Wanqing suddenly felt toothache, coming and going.
Is he really twenty-eight years old? Is he really the godfather of the European underworld?
"Let go, how can you walk with two hands held like this? Are you walking sideways like a crab?"
Luo Xichen groaned: "Actually, it's not impossible -"
"You can't do it because of your size, you're crazy!" Su Wanqing scolded angrily.
At this time, people in the conference room came out one after another, and when they saw the two of them standing in the corridor at the door, everyone turned their heads and smiled.
Luo Xichen suddenly felt that his face and dignity as the leader of the alliance had been seriously violated. He couldn't hold on to his face. He coughed lightly, a strange blush flashed across his face, and then quietly let go of one hand and the other.
Still holding Su Wanqing tightly.
The punishment from the Penal Hall has come down, and Sissi was sentenced to butterfly torture, which is a traditional torture method in ancient Rome and is also an assassination method commonly used by the Andrew family's Killer Hall.
By some strange coincidence, after coming out of the punishment hall, Tuo followed the maid named Sissi to the torture chamber.
It was a very empty and dark room, filled with various instruments of torture. But the girl, who was as beautiful as a doll, still had her body manipulated by others, and her limbs were locked on a large template.
, and then watched helplessly as four sharp daggers were inserted into his hands and feet, and blood poured out.
The process of bloodletting was a long and terrifying process of waiting to die. But during the whole process, the girl kept her usual smile on her face, and there was not even a trace of fear in her amber eyes.
The large blood vessels on his hands and feet had been cut, and blood began to flow down the blood groove on the wooden board at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a stream.
Watching this scene, Tuo suddenly felt that it looked surprisingly familiar.
It seems that a similar scene was staged in "Jue"'s villa eight years ago. Hoshino Huang used her to blackmail Sister Wanqing and nailed her to the wall, using a similar bloodletting technique.
The executioner was only responsible for inserting the dagger and then leaving the prisoner to die. Seeing that the criminal had gradually passed out, the men in black left.
Tuo, on the other hand, had been standing three steps away from Sissi, staring at her quietly.
Feeling that everyone else had gone away, Sissi's eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Tuo for the first time, I couldn't say how happy she was.
"Mr. Tuo." She had heard his name from other servants. He was the head of Chihuang, a famous underworld force in Asia.
All the blood was gone from Sissi's face, and her lips were horribly pale, but she was still smiling, like a weak doll.
"Why do you do this?" Tuo didn't understand. She didn't have to do this.
"I don't know either. I thought about it, so I did it." Sissi's smile remained the same and her answer was simple.
Tuo didn't appreciate it at all. He felt that the smile was too bright and too dazzling, so he said coldly in a hoarse voice: "You are meddling in other people's business."
Sissi was stunned, but she was still smiling, but her voice was so weak: "I'm sorry..."
Tuo felt that his eyes were burned by that smile. He hated that smile, he hated her!
If Wan Qing's smile is the sunshine that can warm people, then the little girl in front of him is the dazzling sun. For a creature like him that crawls in the darkness all year round, anything too dazzling will make it difficult to adapt.