"Uh, do you want to help?" Jing Jiaren asked, staring at his frozen figure.
"I'm not free."
All right.
Ximen Longting waited for a while and saw no other reaction from her, so he added slowly: "Unless you beg me."
Jing Jiaren couldn't help but laugh, trying her best to suppress her laughter, fearing that Ximen Longting would get angry: "Well, I beg you, I don't have enough manpower here, it's best if you come to help."
Gong Zihua shouted coldly: "Don't let that bitch get close to me."
"Mong Zihua, if you keep nagging me, I won't mind silencing you."
"How dare you—" Gong Zihua glared at her eyes and roared for a few words before Jing Jiaren stuffed a rag into her mouth, "Uh, huh? Uh!"
If eyes could kill, Jing Jiaren must have been killed!
"You're too verbose. I'll take off the rag when it's over." Jing Jiaren pinched his chin and shook it.
[Jing Jiaren, you are such a shameless person!]
Jing Jiaren gave up her seat to Ximen Longting, took off his coat considerately, watched him roll up his sleeves and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Use a knife to cut more cracks in his clothes and trousers, preferably like a whip."
Ximen Longting did not take the dagger, but directly grabbed Gong Zihua's clothes and tore them, and heard the sound of the fabric tearing.
Due to excessive force, the pants suddenly split into two pieces, revealing that Mong Zihua was wearing Donald Duck's boxer briefs.
Jing Jiaren suddenly saw such a scene. Ximen Longting's hand suddenly crossed in front of her eyes, blocking her from seeing clearly. When Jing Jiaren burst into laughter, Gong Zihua was so angry that he threw his chair to the ground.
Jing Jiaren held Ximen Longting's hand, but he actually still cared about it? Is it a subconscious reaction?
Sure enough, Ximen Longting quickly pulled his hand back and looked away.
Jing Jiaren felt a little sad and changed the subject: "Gong Zihua, how old are you and are you still wearing Donald Duck underwear?"
Gong Zihua spat out the rag and cursed fiercely: "Why are you taking off my pants? To peek at my beauty?"
"It's because your pants are too fragile. Ximen Longting just used a little bit of strength." Jing Jiaren took Ximen Longting's arm and spoke for him, "Do you think anyone is Dong Gongzi Che?
Are you interested in beauty?"
"Damn it, you and your wife are accomplices. I don't want to do this anymore. Let me go!"
"It's too late. You got on a pirate ship and you still want to leave?"
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It took two hours to successfully forge the scars on Gong Zihua's body. Ximen Longting is indeed a master of painting. There are bruises and bruises, like blood scratched by a knife, his right cheek is swollen, and there is blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
The blood... is all very real.
Gong Zihua was tied to a chair with her "bloody" shirt open, her head hung slightly, and the bangs on her forehead were condensed with "blood" into a lump.
Jing Jiaren picked up a jam bag and stuffed it into Gong Zihua's mouth according to Ximen Longting's instructions.
As soon as Mong Zihua spoke, the jam bag burst and ketchup flowed down his lips and teeth like blood.
"Perfect." Jing Jiaren clapped her hands, "Call Togong Ziche now?"
Mong Zihua licked her lips with her tongue and licked the juice in: "It tastes good, let's have another one."
Jing Jiaren wanted to punch him: "Did you eat too little for lunch? Are you a pig?"