In the cell-like basement, Emily was dressed as a queen, with black stockings wrapped around her plump legs, and holding a leather whip in her hand, her sexiness was wild.
The whip went down, making Ximen Lang feel humiliated. Damn it, what do you think I am? A donkey, a horse, a cow, a sheep, these women are too much! In anger, he cursed bitterly: "Get out of here,
You bitch | woman, no one will play this dirty game with you."
"Giggle..." Emily smiled sweetly. There was actually a vacuum inside the black leather vest, and something kept shaking, making her look even more charming. After laughing enough, she said softly: "You are wrong.
, I am not a bitch | woman, I am the queen, and you are my slave. Now, let the queen train you carefully." She shook her wrist and pulled out the whip again.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound came out, and Ximenlang reappeared the whip mark, forming a cross with the previous red mark. He was so angry that he couldn't stop cursing, and there was an endless stream of obscene words such as bad guys and bad looks.
Instead of being angry, Emily's eyes turned watery and she said in a sweet voice: "Good scolding. The more you scold me, the more I like it..." Although she looked coquettish, she did not stop whipping.
The jade hand kept swinging, whipping the whip in his hand.
The sound of "snap, snap, snap" was heard one after another, and Ximenlang's body was covered with whip marks, which looked shocking.
"You brat, you still look a bit human now." Emily stared at the other person's strong body intently, her eyes filled with joy, and she said bossily: "Hurry up and call the master?"
Ximen Lang was so angry that he went crazy and said angrily: "I called you shit..."
"Okay, I like this title!"
Emily whipped the opponent extremely crazily with the whip, exerting all her strength every time, lasting for more than ten minutes. Under the intense exercise, fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.
Looking at Ximen Lang again, there are overlapping whip marks on his body, and some places are bloody and bloody, which is simply too horrible to look at.
"Oh, it's so hot!" Emily dropped the whip in her hand, took off her vest and threw it to the side.
Although the whipping was harsh, Ximen Lang was protected by a golden bell and only suffered minor skin injuries, which were not serious. When he saw the other person in this state, he couldn't help but feel agitated.
Emily looked over with interest and said with a sweet smile: "You brat, you are still reacting. How are you? Am I beautiful?"
"Beautiful!" Ximen Lang turned his head in a hurry, not daring to look any further. But he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, I'm fine and can still get up.
Suddenly, Ximen Lang noticed someone crawling on top of him. He was shocked. He stared at the woman who was just a stone's throw away and said angrily: "What are you going to do? Get out of here and don't touch me?"
"Stop pretending to me, don't you men all like this? I will make your dream come true."
"Ah...you are fucking sick..."
Ximen Lang never dreamed that one day, he, the dignified head of the Huamen Sect, would be raped. Moreover, the woman's psychology was so twisted that when she was extremely excited, she actually stretched out her hands to grab his neck and pinched him hard.
With.
The two weak and boneless jade hands became like vise-like pliers at this moment, tightly locked together. Ximen Lang felt dizzy, his eyes were black, and his breathing was extremely difficult. His hands and feet were restrained and could not move, and he could only twist back and forth.
He tried to break away from his neck. However, the opponent's hands were like maggots on the tarsus and could not break free at all, and he continued to exert force.
More than ten minutes later, Ximen Lang's face turned purple due to suffocation, and he couldn't make a sound. "You... um..." He screamed in fear in his heart, bastard woman, you have ruined me, you have gone too far.
, why are you still trying to strangle me to death?
If he were a normal person, he would have suffocated to death by now. Ximen Lang had the physique of a golden snake to persist until now, but he was already at the end of his strength and could no longer hold on.
In fact, at this time, Emily's thinking had fallen into chaos and she could not control her behavior at all. She subconsciously swayed her body and strangled the other person's neck with her hands.
Oh my God, am I going to die like this? Ximen Langyu can't cry without tears. Although the peony flower scares him to death, he is also charming as a ghost. However, what is currently in his body is really an extremely crazy Western peony, which is actually turning the phoenix upside down.
When I committed murder, my death must have been too tragic.
Death came quietly, giving Ximen Lang a strong desire to survive. His hands and feet kept shaking, making the steel shackles make a clicking sound. The edges of the shackles broke his wrists and ankles, causing blood to drip from his body.
Time flew by, Ximenlang gradually lost consciousness, and passed out as soon as his eyes rolled back. Emily did not give up, and kept pinching the other person's neck...
A figure appeared at the door of the basement. The person was wearing black clothes and a black cloth bun. Her face was also covered very tightly, only a pair of dark eyes were exposed. She had a graceful figure and looked like a woman.
When the woman in black saw the scene in front of her, a look of extreme shock flashed in her eyes. Now Ximen Lang's face had turned purple, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was uncertain about his life or death. Emily's bright eyes were blurred, and she fell into an inextricable situation.
In the midst of it, he seemed to be moving around in a panic, not realizing that there was an extra person at the door.
The figure of the woman in black flashed, floated in silently, stopped next to the iron bed, and struck hard with a horizontal elbow.
"Ah..." Emily screamed strangely, and was hit on the cheek. She involuntarily let go of her hands, fainted from the sudden attack, and fell to the ground with a plop.
Seeing that Ximen Lang seemed to have no vital signs, the woman in black was extremely anxious. She hurriedly leaned over and pinched the opponent's middle with her fingers, trying to revive him.
After pinching for a while, Ximen Lang didn't react at all. The woman in black lifted the black cloth from her face, took a deep breath, lowered her head without hesitation, put her delicate red lips on the other person's lips, and started artificial respiration, once
Once.
The woman in black is very confident. She can put fresh air into Ximenlang's lungs every time, promote his blood circulation, and ensure the oxygen supply to important organs.
This method was very effective. After a while, Ximen Lang felt relieved. He coughed slightly and gradually began to breathe on his own, which was clearly a sign of improvement.
The woman in black was extremely excited, with crystal tears welling up in her bright eyes. She knew in her heart that it would not take long for the other party to wake up, so she straightened up, walked to the side, bent down and pulled out the key from the black trench coat on the ground. After turning around and coming back
, she used the key to unlock the shackles that bound Ximen Lang's hands and feet.
The graceful body moved in front of Ximen Lang. The woman in black lowered her head, looking at the boy's face with pity in her eyes, and a crystal teardrop fell...