Ximen Longting's shirt was stained by vomit, and some blood stains even splashed on his face.
"Kill me, now that I have fallen into your hands... let me be my prey!"
"..."
"If you want me to hand over the antigens, you can't wait until I turn into ashes... Jing Jiaren, you die with me, and we will go to hell together... I can also be a companion on the road to hell... Hahahahaha..."
The wild laughter was extremely harsh.
She must be crazy to be so crazy under such circumstances.
"Bata!"
His big hand grabbed Xiaoyi's chin and gave it a big squeeze. Her jaw was dislocated again and she was speechless.
Ximen Longting's eyes were dark: "Next time, I will tear your mouth open directly, and then you will never be able to speak..."
Wilson took out a handkerchief and handed it to the young master.
He took it coldly and wiped the blood spots.
He is wearing the vest that Jing Jiaren knitted for him personally...
Seeing that the woolen vest was stained, he became angry and kicked Xiaoyi hard.
Before anyone could react, Xiaoyi was kicked three or four times.
The iron art made a shaking sound on the ground!
Ximen Longting used such force that he kicked her ribs on the spot...
Xiaoyi's mouth was dislocated and his face was twisted in pain, but he couldn't scream.
Blood dripped from the corners of her mouth.
The picture is quite scary and weird...
Wilson suddenly rushed forward and grabbed him: "Master, stay alive! She is still useful!"
If Xiaoyi hadn't been useful, he would have smashed her heart with one kick!
Ximen Longting put his foot down sternly: "FUC~K! Bitch!"
Jing Jiaren looked away, she couldn't bear to witness such a scene...
Only then did I notice that there were many torture instruments used to extract confessions in the darkroom, and they were all kinds of strange.
A sinister smell crept over, the damp musty smell of the basement and the smell of Xiaoyi's blood made her want to vomit.
Ximen Longting stood in front of her at some point: "You look so bad, are you uncomfortable?"
"Well, the air here is a bit stuffy."
"Wilson, take her up."
"What about you, you won't leave?" Jing Jiaren frowned, "You don't want to do something to her yourself?"
"She has hurt you again and again. How can I bear this tone if I don't do anything?" Ximen Longting's eyes flashed across Youze.
"No," Jing Jiaren shook her head, "I don't want you to touch such blood..."
"My hands are full of blood. I have been soaked in blood and have never come out."
"..."
"You think I'm clean?"
At least Jing Jiaren didn't see it with her own eyes: "Stop hitting her, she won't let go... You see she's not even afraid of death, think of other ways to make her say it."
Jing Jiaren's complexion became worse and worse, and she felt like vomiting.
"Master, why don't you take Miss Jing up first... and teach me how to do it here."
Ximen Longting was silent for a moment, and a devilish sneer appeared on his handsome face: "Serve her well."
Jing Jiaren couldn't wait to leave the darkroom and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The air inside is too fishy...
Ximen Longting took off his gloves and threw them directly to the ground, as if everything he touched Xiaoyi was covered with germs.
Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand to hug his arm.
"Don't touch me!"
"What's wrong?"
"I'm dirty." He looked at the blood spots on his clothes coldly, and his expression turned extremely grim.
"You were angry just now because your sweater was stained?"