"Let me put a few more lines on your pretty face and clothes!"
"Pop!"
The salty smell of blood instantly filled the air.
After two whips were passed, crimson blood immediately overflowed from his neck.
Drops of blood overflowed from the wound drop by drop, and he took two breaths of cold breath in pain.
"How about it?
Aren’t you still confessing?”
"Don't even think about it, I will never tell you where they are!"
"Then just wait and get whipped again!"
"Oh yes, when I get beaten, don't forget to shout louder, maybe they will come to save you if they hear me!"
"impossible!"
Fang Yan stared at him, like a little leopard trapped in a cage, stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.
"Okay, then I'll beat you until you beg for mercy!"
One whip, one whip, and the crackling sound was heard all over the floor. He just whipped him more than once, and he was not satisfied. "Come on, come on, the whip has just bloomed, let me give you some cooking wine to marinate it!"
He found someone to bring another bucket of wine, and with the most beautiful and gentle face, he said the most ugly, disgusting, and terrifying words.
"You are so shameless!"
He cursed again.
It wasn't because of how painful he was from being beaten, but because it really disliked other people's methods.
It was mean, artificial, and really made him feel sick.
"I told you not to scream, I told you not to scream!"
He kept waving the whip, as if it was a carnival of his own. Fang Yan was hit one after another. He was beaten so hard that he was a little confused. His head was buzzing and his head was dizzy. He was so hungry because he hadn't eaten for too long.
I felt panicked, I had no strength all over my body, and my fingers were all cold.
But she remained unyielding and spat at the man.
"Don't even think about it!"
"how!"
The man was instantly irritated by him. He suddenly lifted the whip in his hand, rushed in front of him, forced him with his breath, and pinched her chin with two fingers.
Staring at him, she spoke word by word.
"You'd better tell me their whereabouts!"
"dream!"
"Asshole!"
Without saying a word, she whipped her again.
One after another, she was shaking all over, he was dropped in the air, and he no longer had the strength to lift his head. The pain came from everywhere on her body, and her brows were furrowed together. He closed his eyes and endured this silently.
everything.
"Bring me the chili pepper water!"
When Fang Yan heard this, he raised his eyes slightly and breathed out. He glanced ahead and saw a bucket of red stuff. Then, he weakly lowered his head and exhaled slowly.
"Okay, okay, stop lowering your head, raise it up and let me see! Hahahahaha" Harsh laughter came from her ears. She just closed her eyes and listened, and couldn't even hear what it was.
, I just feel very confused and the world around me has nothing to do with him.
He is so tired now, it seems like he will fall asleep in the next second.
"No... wake up... Qing!"
"Ah!..." Suddenly he felt liquid flowing on his body, and the wound suddenly felt hot and painful. It hurt so much... He was about to shed tears from the pain, and he closed his eyes tightly.
But he still couldn't help sobbing, "Ah..." He knew that this was the feeling of pepper water being poured on the wound, a rustling pain, as if the juice had flowed into the blood vessels and muscle endings, and the sharp pain made him
His mind became even more confused. Sounds coming from the edge of his vocal cords kept coming from his throat, which was a sign of pain, but it seemed that no matter how he hummed, screamed, or yelled, it was of no use. He only had one thought in his heart.
The pain... so uncomfortable... He closed his eyes tightly, his brows were knitted together, beads of sweat continued to flow from the tips of his hair to his temples, his muscles were shaking uncontrollably, and he heard the laughter of others.
, so harsh and noisy, he tried to open his eyes to take a look, but as soon as he opened them, the pepper water flowed into his eyes, so he had to close them quickly.
She seemed to hear the man's sarcastic voice again, as if asking him if he was willing to speak out now, or if he wanted to ask for mercy.
But he heard the voice in his heart say... "Forget it... It's no longer important to know what he asked... He won't say... "Hmm.
He silently and solemnly nodded to himself, then suddenly felt light-headed and completely fainted.
"What?
fainted?"
When his subordinates reported it to him, he was quite shocked.
"You are so impatient, I haven't had enough fun yet!"
He was a little disappointed.
"Then that's it for today."
He put the ladle back into the bucket of pepper water and looked at the people he had tortured like this today.
Their hands were tied with ropes and they were suspended in the air, hanging down.
His arms are long, white and beautiful.
But the bright red blood marks on it are his masterpiece.
His eyes slowly looked down, and what he saw was his drooped forehead, which was so weak that he could no longer lift it up.
His originally neat hair was wet with sweat and became very disheveled and messy.
Quite good looking.
This is also his masterpiece.
Further down, there was already a red patch, and the soaked hair was stuck to his face with sweat. Her face was not clean either. Her originally fair face was covered with dust, and her face was haggard and her face was yellow.
His bangs were a bit long and blocked her eyes. Her eyes were tightly closed and her lips were pressed together tightly.
There is no intention of relaxing at all, not bad, not bad, very alert! He always praises such a reaction.
There were many marks on his neck, and the whip hit his collarbone, leaving streaks of blood and exposing his snow-white bones.
He had just scratched that area and poured pepper water on it, and there were still red marks on the outside of the wound, as if the juice was still being absorbed inside.
The white collar was stained, and he had knocked off the first two buttons, which were turned outside, exposing her neck. A bunch of pepper water was poured on her chest, and it was mixed with blood. It was hard to tell what was what.
There is only a mess and potholes all over.
Some of the wounds from yesterday have condensed into scabs, and the blood has turned black. Those can still be seen, but today the school drew beautiful paintings on the white shirts, using hands as pens, and
The blood was ink, and the torn skin was still bleeding. He suddenly became curious and stepped forward to touch it.
Still shaking.
Even if the other person has fainted, his body is still shaking.
Forget it.
That's it! Seeing this, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"I'll pour water on him later! We can't let him die!"