Chapter two thousand four hundred and ninety seventh heaven order
Snap! There was a crisp sound. Li Lan trembled in pain and turned her head sharply. There was a clear bruise on her left cheek. However, her mouth was wrapped with yellow tape and she could not make any sound. She could only
He glared at Hu Fang with wide eyes.
There was no expression on Hu Fang's face. She raised her hand to twist the belt. With a slight shake of her wrist, the belt bit into Li Lan's right cheek like a toothy black sheath snake.
There is one more bruise.
Bang bang bang - the belt hit Li Lan like raindrops, covering her head and face. She had no way to avoid it and could only huddle up to the corner as hard as she could. The military blanket on her body was whipped away by the belt, and silk leaked from her clenched teeth.
A trace of blood, she could only swallow it along with the spitting blood...
After about a quarter of an hour, Hu Fang stopped and turned around, walking towards the side of the room. There was a plastic bucket filled with water. Li Lan, who was huddled in the corner, had fainted and his military uniform was torn.
It was in tatters, the skin had been ripped open in many places on the body, and the blood stains were shocking.
Hu Fang came back with a bucket of cold water, raised her hand and poured it on Li Lan's head. Li Lan woke up from the bone-chilling cold water. She felt as if her whole body had been burnt by charcoal fire, and she felt a burning pain, even to the bones.
It was as if she had been pinched and it was difficult to move her body. She stubbornly raised her head and looked at Hu Fang, her eyes blurred by tears.
"I tend to hold grudges. You once whipped me with a belt. Now it's fair for me to ask someone to whip you a few hundred belts a day. The more you get, the more it's a small interest." Long Fengyang sneered and walked in from the door.
He also held a military blanket, a new military uniform, and a box of ointment in his hands.
Not long ago, Long Fengyang was captured during a global joint military exercise. His acupuncture points were restrained and he was allowed to be slaughtered. Tang Guobin and En Deli often gave him a few ham and lion heads. If it weren't for the Miao Zu life chart to protect him, he would still be alive and disabled. Let him
The most unbearable thing was that at the end of the military exercise, Li Lan suddenly ran to the place where he was temporarily detained and beat him severely with a cowhide leather belt. He will never forget it.
Li Lan clenched her teeth and shook her head desperately, as if she was trying to resist something. In the past few days, she had been whipped by the Rakshasa girl Hu Fang for two hundred bucks every day, and she was already covered in bruises. The Rakshasa girl had mastered the strength just right and would not hurt her muscles.
Moving her bones would hurt her life, and it would make her excruciating pain. The military uniform on her body had been torn to pieces several times, and the beating with the belt was just a superficial wound, but what happened next was what made her painful and humiliating.
Long Fengyang waved his hand to Hu Fang and said: "Okay, you go outside for a walk. If you don't find anything wrong, you can go and rest. Remember to change to a stronger belt tomorrow."
Hu Fang nodded and said: "Yes, Master!" After saying that, he put down the belt in his hand and turned around to leave. Long Fengyang held the clothes in one hand and walked up to Li Lan. He bent down and reached out to grab the waist of her trousers and picked them up with a long stride.
Walking to another dry corner, he let go and dropped her on the ground, like a limp rag doll.
Long Fengyang knelt down, put down the military uniform and ointment in his hands, reached out and grabbed Li Lan's clothes and pulled them from left to right. The dilapidated military uniform was suddenly torn into two pieces, revealing a body full of blood scabs, with new injuries and old wounds.
The injuries overlapped vertically and horizontally, and many skin-turned wounds were still bleeding out...
Chi chi chi - Long Fengyang tugged with both hands and quickly tore Li Lan's shabby military uniform into pieces. He sneered and reached out to pick up the ointment box and opened it. A strong fishy smell wafted out from the box.
Use your fingers to draw a ball of green ointment from the box and apply it on Li Lan's bleeding wound.
Li Lan's whole body trembled violently, and the expression on her face began to distort. She felt that several ants were biting the wound. The indescribable pain and itching challenged the limit of her endurance. Her hands were tied and she could not speak.
She tried her best to twist her body, but it was all in vain. There was no way to stop Long Fengyang from applying those damn ointments to her body.
Long Fengyang smeared all the green ointment in the box on Li Lan's trembling body, even the most secret parts of the woman. After applying the ointment, he said leisurely: "This is a special medicine for treating trauma. I
I specially added some good stuff to let you enjoy the taste of **rotten bones!”
Li Lan's chest was heaving violently. At this time, it seemed as if there were millions of carnivorous ants crawling all over her body. She thought about biting her tongue and committing suicide more than once, but the remaining faith in her heart kept reminding her that she must not give up like this. She insisted
Endure the pain and stick to this belief.
Long Fengyang laughed nervously, reached for the military uniform on the side and put it on her, and whispered: "There are still two days, you can enjoy it slowly!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Hu Fang pushed the door open and walked in. Holding a palm-sized white jade sign in her hand, she walked up to Long Fengyang, stretched out her hand and handed the thing over: "Master, there was a masked woman who stayed here just now.
got this.”
Long Fengyang took the jade plaque and glanced down. He found a few lines of small characters engraved on the surface of the jade plaque. He raised his head and stared at Hu Fang, asking urgently: "Where is the masked woman who delivered the things?"
Hu Fang shook her head and said, "She dropped her things and jumped over the wall. When I chased her out, she was gone."
Long Fengyang lowered his head again to look closely at the small characters carved on the jade plaque. He suddenly opened his mouth and sneered twice, muttering to himself: "Deng Tian Ling, what age is it now and this kind of pretending to be a god and ghost exists? What is martial arts?"
The peak, the paradise world, I want to see if it can really kill people..." A cool color flashed in his eyes, and he squeezed the white jade sign with his fingers.
Click - the white jade tablet made several tiny cracking sounds. Long Fengyang pinched it gently with his five fingers, and two lines of fine white powder slowly fell between his fingers. The hard white jade tablet was crushed to pieces by him.
Hu Fang watched the master crush the jade plaque into powder, with no expression on her face. She had already seen the jade plaque. There were seals on both sides of the plaque, and a few lines of small words on one side: Enter the Gate of Kunlun and take the Xiaoyao Avenue; Travel to the Paradise.
Enjoy the pinnacle of martial arts; a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity invites you to reach the sky in one step. On the other side are engraved the three words "Order to the Sky" and an exquisite map. At the bottom are engraved four small characters that will make people die.
Long Fengyang released his fingers and flipped them over, and the jade powder remaining in his palm fell. He did not believe in the paradise of the peak of martial arts, nor did he believe that crushing a jade tablet would lead to death. In his opinion, these were all unfair.
It's a little trick, but he must admit that this place has been discovered by others, and he needs to find a more secluded hiding place as soon as possible.
"Go and call Zhen Jiale over." Long Fengyang shouted, two sharp gleams flashing in his eyes.
"Yes!" Hu Fang responded solemnly, turned around and floated out of the door. Her flying figure in the dark night was more like a wandering lonely soul.