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Chapter 217

Chapter 217

Lu Shiyi heard the strangeness in his words and said with a smile.

"Mr. Feng, I'm sorry."

Feng Yu young man said "hmm" and consciously walked to the wall, facing the wall and supporting the wall with both hands.

As soon as I stood up, a rattan was whistling in the wind.

It landed directly and mercilessly on his straight back, making a crisp sound.

"Forehead......"

Feng Yunian gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists almost subconsciously.

Before he could digest the pain caused by the cane, the second and third blows followed, hitting him on the back without giving him any chance to breathe.

It hurts, it really hurts.

Because he was injected with special medicine, his constitution became weaker, his skin became thinner, and his pain became stronger.

The 023 special drug was originally used to treat prisoners of war who had made huge mistakes. After the injection, they were unable to resist. The pain during interrogation and torture was intensified, which would also cause physical and mental torture to the extreme.

He didn't expect that one day the drug 023 would be used to torture him, even though it was an improved modified version.

It’s really ironic when you think about it!

"Snapped!"

The sharp pain from the cane hitting his back brought him back from his thoughts.

He had just been beaten more than 20 times, and the white shirt was already red and purple.

He held his breath, and in order to prevent himself from shouting a little bit of humiliation, he bit his lower lip, leaving a line of blood marks. There was cold sweat on his forehead, and veins popped out on his arms.

When he hit forty blows, his arm supporting the wall began to shake uncontrollably.

By the time he was hit seventy times, his back was already so painful that it was almost numb. Because his skin was more fragile than before, the skin was torn in several places on his back, and his white shirt was soaked with sporadic blood spots.

The whole person also began to feel a little top-heavy, and his originally long and straight legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Lu Shiyi watched from the side and couldn't help but sigh that his third son's beating was very tricky.

The rattan thing is really painful and painful.

And because he was carrying Miss Shengge on his back, he quietly came to trouble Feng Yunian. All the injuries were on his back, which would not affect his normal walking, so Miss Shengge could hide it.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a "pop" sound.

It was Feng Yunian who fell to the floor and fainted from the pain.

The two "violators" were confused and looked at each other, and in the end they had no choice but to ask Lu Shiyi for help.

"Brother Eleven, what should we do?"

Lu Shiyi glanced at the bloodless Feng Yunian on the ground and asked, "How many were beaten?"

"ninety."

Lu Shiyi clicked his tongue twice, suddenly admiring the unconscious man on the ground.

"He was able to endure ninety strokes without saying a word before fainting. What a man." He thought for a while and then added, "You two didn't let it go, did you?"

The two of them shook their heads hurriedly, "You know how good our hands are. Besides, this is the Third Young Master's order. How dare we let go?"

They paused and continued, "Brother Eleven, what should we do now? Should we hit him for the last ten times or not? After the beating, I'm afraid I have to splash water on him to wake him up before continuing, right?"

Lu Shiyi said nothing, lowered his head and re-examined Feng Yunian on the ground.

His entire face was bloodless and pale as paper, but his lips were covered with bright red blood marks.

Because of his bright and handsome facial features, his miserable appearance does not make people feel ugly, but has a different kind of fragile beauty.

Lu Shiyi wanted to sigh sincerely.

The Creator is so unfair!


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