The girl closed her eyes tightly, moaning in pain from time to time, and her face was as pale as paper. There were still two lines of undried tears in the corners of her eyes.
Leng Xuan's eyes were red and he couldn't help but let out a roar. He rushed in front of the man, grabbed his hair and threw him against the wall. When the man fell to the ground, Leng Xuan followed closely.
One hand locked his neck, pushed him against the wall, and then slowly lifted him up. The man squeezed Leng Xuan's hand hard with both hands, trying to break free. However, in the face of Leng Xuan's strength, his
All struggles were in vain. Leng Xuan said with a gloomy face: "You know what? You are very unlucky, because you successfully provoked my anger. Therefore, I will let you slowly taste the pain of death." Accompanying him
After the words fell, the man's face gradually turned pale, and painful groans came from his throat. After a while, bright red blood slowly overflowed from the man's seven orifices. In addition,
, there was also a faint layer of red all over his skin.
After feeling the man's life disappear, Leng Xuan snorted coldly, let go and threw the man's body to the ground. Then, he turned back to the girl's side. At this moment, the girl was lying quietly on the bed, her eyes blank.
Looking at the ceiling, her lower body was a mess, dripping with blood. Leng Xuan couldn't bear it, and forced himself to suppress his emotions. He reached out and took out the towel from her mouth, and untied the ropes of her limbs. Then, he picked up the bed
The sheet on the bed was wrapped around the girl's body. The girl turned to look at him without saying a word, and her empty eyes made Leng Xuan feel distressed. He forced a smile and said: "Don't be afraid, I will rescue you." The girl.
He opened his mouth and said in Imperial Japanese: "Thank you."
Leng Xuan gently touched the girl's cheek, and then said: "Wait for me here, I will be back soon. When the time comes, I will take you home and reunite you with your family." The girl shook her head gently,
His voice was weak and he said: "My family has been killed, what's the use of going back." Leng Xuan sighed secretly and smiled encouragingly: "Don't worry, everything will be fine." After saying that, he turned towards the door.
Go. Just as he walked to the door of the room, he suddenly heard a voice: "Black Eyes, what were you yelling at just now? Did you have fun? Damn, you guys have really perverted tastes. Just pick something small."
Girl, let's do it." Leng Xuan's steps stopped, and he knew that it must have been the roar he just made that attracted the other party.
Turning around and moving to the edge of the door, Leng Xuan clasped the soul-eating needle in his hand. Not long after, a man appeared at the door. Before he could react, the soul-eating needle in Leng Xuan's hand had already pierced the other man's wrist.
With eyes wide open in his forehead, the man fell to the ground with a thud, as if he didn't even understand how he died.
After dealing with the man, Leng Xuan walked out of the room and walked to the other end of the corridor. After passing through the corridor, Leng Xuan was once again stunned by what appeared in front of him. It was still an iron cage, but the person locked inside was not a woman.
But a child. Inexplicably, a rage burned in his chest. He was an orphan. He knew very well what it was like to have no parents since he was a child, so this situation gave him a painful touch. Xuan gritted his teeth and fisted
Tightly grasped. These scumbags of the Yagyu family really have no conscience. They would do anything to make money. Fortunately, the young master of the Yagyu family was not let go today, otherwise he would regret it.