The mouse landed and scratched wildly. Dong Henian screamed and scrambled, but his face was still scratched.
Mu Yunhan laughed loudly: "I once heard someone say that someone's nose was bitten off by a mouse while sleeping and his face was disfigured. I never believed it, but now I believe it."
Dong Henian was shackled and had no way to fight back. He could only say repeatedly: "You will regret it, you will regret it..."
Mu Yunhan laughed and was noncommittal.
Xiaomi walked forward with a smile and showed the short stick in his hand.
The stick was wrapped in soft cloth and looked chubby, like a mallet.
Dong Henian said fearfully: "What do you want to do? Do you still have the law in your eyes?"
The answer was a heavy beating.
A short stick wrapped in soft cloth won't hurt the skin when hit on the body, but it really hurts like hell.
Xiaomi is a martial arts practitioner and knows where to hit the most painful areas without leaving any scars.
Dong Henian was in agony and kept screaming miserably, calling for help.
Mu Yunhan ate and drank calmly: "Even if you scream, no one will come to save you. You killed the two young masters of Zhou Shoubei's family, and you still want to get out alive? What a dream."
"I didn't!" Dong Henian was frightened. Everyone knew that Zhou Shoubei looked down on women.
But Mu Yunhan not only walked into the prison cell, but openly committed crimes without anyone taking care of him.
He screamed so loudly and screamed so miserably, but no one cared about him!
So, is he really going to die?
"If you say no, then there won't be. Jiang Muchun did it and said it was you who did it!" Mu Yunhan smiled gently: "You are dead!"
Dong Henian hated Jiang Muchun and struggled to his death: "Aren't you afraid of the people in the capital?"
Mu Yunhan's smile became even brighter: "What am I afraid of? It's useless for me to be afraid if you push me to death. I'm going to die on both sides, so it's better to have someone on my back to have fun!"
She stood up, took the short stick from Xiaomi's hand, aimed it at Dong Henian's calf, and hit it with the stick.
"Ah..." Dong Henian screamed miserably, rolled his eyes upward, and fainted.
Xiaomi reached out and touched it: "It's not broken."
Mu Yunhan began to untie the soft cloth on the short stick and said to himself: "A dead pig is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. If he is not afraid of being beaten like this, it is better to just break it. Anyway, they have sold his life to me. Kill him."
Everyone is happy."
After finishing the short stick, she deliberately tapped it on the ground, telling Xiaomi: "Pull his legs flat and lift them up. I'm not strong enough. I don't know how many times it will take to break them..."
Dong Henian's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
Xiaomi dragged his feet in disgust and complained: "It stinks so bad. Why don't we let the slave do it? Why dirty the girl's hands?"
Mu Yunhan remained silent and struck another hard blow to Dong Henian's calf bone.
"Ah..." Dong Henian cried out miserably again, rolling on the ground holding his calves.
Mu Yunhan sighed: "It's a pity, my strength is really too weak."
She squatted down and hit Dong Henian on the head with the stick again.
Dong Henian's face was instantly covered in blood.
She pulled his hair and whispered in his ear: "Tell me, where is my mother? Where is Meng Jia?"
Dong Henian struggled and wanted to deny it, but she had already let go of him and gave him another blow.
This time he heard the sound of cracking bones, new and old injuries, frightened and suffocating.
Xiaomi pulled his hand away and pressed it to the ground, asking Mu Yunhan to tap one finger at a time: "Girl, connect your fingers to your heart, this will only hurt..."
Mu Yunhan unceremoniously knocked off one of his fingers: "Are you going to say it or not?" (To be continued)