He looked pale and looked at his father stubbornly, "...I can't..."
Ye Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, laughed angrily, and signaled with a look, several bodyguards immediately put the rope around Tom's neck.
"What do you want to do?" He was shocked and wanted to order Tom to run for his life, but it was already too late.
Ye Xiaotian sneered and ordered one of his attackers, "Old Li, take a stick and beat that dog to death!"
"Yes!" Lao Li nodded, quickly took a stick as thick as an arm, and hit Tom with a crackle.
Once, twice.
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The little Tom let out a miserable whimper, his legs were lame, bright red liquid dripped from his mouth and nose, and the hair on his body was blown everywhere by the stick.
But he was tightly trapped by the rope, with nowhere to escape and unable to struggle away.
"No! No! Daddy!! Please, don't do this to Tom! Please! Please!!"
Yesuluo cried heartbrokenly, but was firmly pressed to the ground by two bodyguards, unable to move at all.
"Okay! Unless you kill it yourself!"
The dagger was thrown away by Ye Xiaotian from a distance, and it was inserted into the lawn next to Yesluo.
Little Yesilo looked at the dagger and trembled all over, unable to believe what his father said!
"That's just a useless beast! If someone beats it, it can't resist at all! You are my son, Ye Xiaotian, and you were born to be a master who is powerful enough to control everything, not a dog that can only wag its tail and beg for mercy!"
"No! Please! Don't!!" Little Yesluo, tears were running down his face like a waterfall.
"Kill it! Otherwise, I will beat it to death!"
"Daddy, please hit me, I beg you, please hit me, let Tom go, let Tom go..."
Ye Xiaotian's expression became more and more violent, "Old Li, keep fighting!"
Snap!
Snap!!
Snap!!!
The frightening sound of beatings could be heard amidst his pleas, but the beaten dog slowly became unable to make any miserable screams and lay dying on the ground.
The bright red blood slowly spread out under its body, like a gorgeous flower.
Its dark eyes were still wide open, looking feebly at the little master not far away from it, filled with pain, expectation and endless pleading.
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Little Yeslo suddenly understood everything. This time, it seemed that his father really wanted him to kill Tom himself, otherwise he would let his men beat him to death slowly with sticks.
"That's enough! I'll kill it! Isn't it okay if I kill it?"
Yesluo burst out with an angry and hoarse roar. After the entourage let go of his hand, he pulled out the dagger stuck on the ground, stood up unsteadily, and slowly, slowly walked towards Tom.
Little Tom, whose bones and muscles were all broken, could no longer stand up. However, when he saw his master approaching staggeringly, his eyes still radiated anticipation. He feebly stretched out his pink tongue to lick his palm.
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Tom, his best friend, all his spiritual sustenance, and the only warm and happy memory in his childhood.
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He buried his face in Tom's long down and whimpered,
"Good Tom, don't be afraid, don't be afraid anymore, no one can hurt you anymore, no one can hurt you anymore..." Yesilo held the little Tom in his arms, feeling bottomless.
A string of crystals suddenly fluttered down from his eyes. His face was pale and he looked at his father stubbornly, "...I can't..."
Ye Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, laughed angrily, and signaled with a look, several bodyguards immediately put the rope around Tom's neck.
"What do you want to do?" He was shocked and wanted to order Tom to run for his life, but it was already too late.
Ye Xiaotian sneered and ordered one of his attackers, "Old Li, take a stick and beat that dog to death!"
"Yes!" Lao Li nodded, quickly took a stick as thick as an arm, and hit Tom with a crackle.
Once, twice.
．
．
．
．
．
The little Tom let out a miserable whimper, his legs were lame, bright red liquid dripped from his mouth and nose, and the hair on his body was blown everywhere by the stick.
But he was tightly trapped by the rope, with nowhere to escape and unable to struggle away.
"No! No! Daddy!! Please, don't do this to Tom! Please! Please!!"
Yesuluo cried heartbrokenly, but was firmly pressed to the ground by two bodyguards, unable to move at all.
"Okay! Unless you kill it yourself!"
The dagger was thrown away by Ye Xiaotian from a distance, and it was inserted into the lawn next to Yesluo.
Little Yesilo looked at the dagger and trembled all over, unable to believe what his father said!
"That's just a useless beast! If someone beats it, it can't resist at all! You are my son, Ye Xiaotian, and you were born to be a master who is powerful enough to control everything, not a dog that can only wag its tail and beg for mercy!"
"No! Please! Don't!!" Little Yesluo, tears were running down his face like a waterfall.
"Kill it! Otherwise, I will beat it to death!"
"Daddy, please hit me, I beg you, please hit me, let Tom go, let Tom go..."
Ye Xiaotian's expression became more and more violent, "Old Li, keep fighting!"
Snap!
Snap!!
Snap!!!
The frightening sound of beatings could be heard amidst his pleas, but the beaten dog slowly became unable to make any miserable screams and lay dying on the ground.
The bright red blood slowly spread out under its body, like a gorgeous flower.
Its dark eyes were still wide open, looking feebly at the little master not far away from it, filled with pain, expectation and endless pleading.
．
．
．
．
．
Little Yeslo suddenly understood everything. This time, it seemed that his father really wanted him to kill Tom himself, otherwise he would let his men beat him to death slowly with sticks.
"That's enough! I'll kill it! Isn't it okay if I kill it?"
Yesluo burst out with an angry and hoarse roar. After the entourage let go of his hand, he pulled out the dagger stuck on the ground, stood up unsteadily, and slowly, slowly walked towards Tom.
Little Tom, whose bones and muscles were all broken, could no longer stand up. However, when he saw his master approaching staggeringly, his eyes still radiated anticipation. He feebly stretched out his pink tongue to lick his palm.
.
Tom, his best friend, all his spiritual sustenance, and the only warm and happy memory in his childhood.
．
．
．
．
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He buried his face in Tom's long down and whimpered,
"Good Tom, don't be afraid, don't be afraid anymore, no one can hurt you anymore, no one can hurt you anymore..." Yesilo held the little Tom in his arms, feeling bottomless.
A string of crystals suddenly fluttered down from the bottom of his eyes.