In the main hall of the city, the butler with a bruised nose and face staggered into the hall.
"City Lord, it's not good, Li... Li Feng's envoy was taken away by his wife."
Chen Xiong, who was about to leave, saw the housekeeper with a bruised nose and face running in, so he had to sit down.
When he heard the butler's words, Chen Xiong frowned slightly.
That woman...
Anger appeared on his face, but disappeared in an instant.
With a wave of his hand, Chen Xiong said calmly: "I understand."
Seeing that the city lord was too indifferent, the housekeeper said quickly: "City lord, hurry up and stop Madam, otherwise it will be too late. The envoy is not an ordinary person. If an accident happens in Shangyang City, how can the city lord report to Hei
Qicheng explains?"
Looking at His Highness's butler expressionlessly, Chen Xiong said calmly: "You are injured. Thank you for your hard work. Go get treatment."
"this……"
He hesitated to speak, but there was only doubt and confusion in the butler's eyes. Helplessly, the butler had no choice but to turn around and leave.
City Lord, what happened?
It’s not like the city lord doesn’t know what kind of person the lady is.
If something unexpected happened to Li Feng's envoy in Shangyang City, the city lord would not be unaware of the consequences.
But why didn’t the city lord intend to stop the lady?
Why?
The housekeeper couldn't figure it out, and even he understood things that the city lord couldn't possibly not know.
In the basement, Wang Weiwei, who was extremely troubled, also decided where to strike.
She chuckled and said: "Let's start with the left hand, so that you can see with your own eyes how your hand becomes a work of art under my knife."
With that said, Wang Weiwei held the scissors and was about to cut Li Meng's sleeves.
At this moment, Li Meng, who had been silent all this time, spoke.
He looked at Wang Weiwei beside him and said calmly: "Maybe you should think about why I'm not afraid."
With a stunned look on her face, Wang Weiwei looked at Li Meng blankly.
Yes, why isn't he afraid? Isn't he afraid of death, let alone the pain that is more fearful than death?
"Click..."
In Wang Weiwei's eyes, there were only four crisp cracking sounds. The four iron chains tied to Li Meng's legs broke one after another. The iron chains that were thicker than thumbs were like noodles, and Li Meng broke free easily.
Dropped.
This scene made Wang Weiwei's expression change, murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and she stabbed Li Meng in the neck with a knife.
But as soon as her right hand holding the knife swung down, Li Meng grabbed her wrist.
With her right hand restrained, Wang Weiwei's face changed slightly, and she stabbed Li Meng in the eye with her left hand holding the scissors.
With a cold expression on his face, Li Meng flicked his right hand, and the huge force directly threw Wang Weiwei away.
"Bang..."
After flying over a distance of more than ten meters, Wang Weiwei's body hit the wall and then rolled to the ground.
Looking coldly at Wang Weiwei who was struggling in the corner, Li Meng stood up, sat up, straightened his clothes, and stood up again.
Arriving next to Wang Weiwei, Li Meng squatted beside her and took the knife and scissors from her hands.
After standing up, Li Meng came to the tool rack and placed the knife and scissors in their original positions.
Struggling to get up from where she was, Wang Weiwei had no fear in her eyes. She had a ferocious expression on her face and roared: "Why don't you just become my work of art? Even if you kill me, you can't get out."
"Kill you?"
After putting down the scissors and knife, Li Meng smiled slightly and said, "No, I won't kill you. Why should I kill you?"
Hearing this, Wang Weiwei's face lit up. She quickly came to Li Meng and begged: "Since you don't want to kill me, just lie down on it. Please, become my work of art. I will cherish you."
."
Looking at the woman in front of him, Li Meng stretched out his right hand, pinched her chin, and said calmly: "You are really a madman, a creepy madman. Tell me, if you do this kind of thing, how long will you usually stay here?"
Days of time.”
His face lit up, did he agree?
Wang Weiwei said quickly: "If you are in good condition, you can complete a perfect work of art in three days. Don't worry, I will not make you suffer. Although it will affect the quality of the work of art, I will give you a good time first and will not let you suffer."
You suffer."
Smiling slightly, Li Meng said: "You also know pain?"
"Pa..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Meng slapped Wang Weiwei on the face.
The slap was so hard that Wang Weiwei fell to the ground, with a slap mark on her face.
Covering her face, Wang Weiwei knelt down in front of Li Meng, hugged Li Meng's legs, and begged: "Please, be obedient and become my work of art, please."
Li Meng grabbed Wang Weiwei's hand and pushed her down on the table.
Grabbing her wrists with both hands, Li Meng stood beside the table and pressed on her.
Facing her pleading eyes, Li Meng said expressionlessly: "How many men have died at your hands, and you treat them in such a cruel way. You must hate men."
Having said this, Li Meng lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear: "Don't you hate men? In three days, I will use three days to train you into the most obedient and despicable bitch."
Looking at the man in front of her in horror, Wang Weiwei panicked and struggled.
"Let me go, let me go, I am the wife of the city lord, and the city lord will not let you go."
How could Wang Weiwei's strength compare to Li Meng? Her struggle was useless.
Li Meng pulled Wang Weiwei's body and made her lie down on the table.
He wanted this terrifying woman to know that as a man, he would return all the nightmares she had brought to men. He would give her whatever she was afraid of.
In this bloodiest room, there was a sudden sound of clothes being torn, and the sound of a woman struggling, which lasted for a long time.
No one noticed this scene. This was Wang Weiwei's private place. The soldiers were afraid of this place. They would only wait on the ground, because from above, they could not hear the terrifying screams underground.
Time passed little by little, and before I knew it, three days had passed.
During these three days, except for the time when delivering meals, Li Meng has been torturing Wang Weiwei and using various means to tear apart Wang Weiwei's self-esteem and her abnormal psychology bit by bit.
There are bedrooms, bathrooms, and toilets in this bloody room. Sometimes Wang Weiwei would stay here for a long time to make art, which led to no suspicion among the soldiers delivering meals.
This undoubtedly gave Li Meng great convenience and gave him enough time to train Wang Weiwei.
The rolling mist rose and the hot water hit him. In the bathroom, Li Meng put his hands on the edge of the bathtub, enjoying himself comfortably.
"Wow..."
The water splashed everywhere, and in the water below Li Meng's waist, Wang Weiwei's head suddenly popped out, along with her snow-white body.
Compared with three days ago, Wang Weiwei was a little less scary and a little more fragile.