Quick wear: the villain female supporting role must serve the country with her body

"You still speak for her?"

Not only was the man not appeased, but he became even angrier. He blew his beard and stared, "Are you fascinated by her? That vixen! I'll kill her tonight!"

Seeing him like this, Nanyue felt dizzy, so he quickly began to explain and comfort him.

On the other side, after leaving the manor, Song Yue immediately returned to her residence. She changed into simple clothes and entered a dark room with a whip in her hand.

"Bitch! Damn slut!"

Song Yue brandished the whip, hitting Zhao Ting continuously.

Accompanied by the sound of the whip waving and the crackling of the whip hitting the flesh, there were occasional moaning sounds that Zhao Ting could not suppress.

"A lot of shit! After all, it's either this or that! Rubbish stuff!"

"Just wait, sooner or later! I will make you kneel down and beg me for mercy!"

"Bitch! Hurry up and die! A disgusting bastard like Ye Duyi! Sooner or later he will die among the zombies!"

Song Yue's expression was grim, she swung the whip vigorously, she couldn't tell whether it was the resentment towards Nanyue or the hatred towards Ye Duyi in her heart, all kinds of emotions were mixed, and gradually overwhelmed her reason.

Zhao Ting's limbs were tied with iron chains. He looked at the crazy Song Yue with a numb expression, and let her use his body to vent her anger.

It's just that when he lowered his head and closed his eyes, the hidden resentment exposed his hatred.

Song Yue lost her abilities and was just an ordinary person. She swung the whip vigorously, and she lost the strength to whip after a while.

Throwing down the whip casually, Song Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled a little crazy, "Hahahahahaha, shit!"

"As long as I think about it, there is nothing I can't do! The dignified world, the number one powerhouse in the future, but so what? Isn't it in my hands, let me ravage it?!"

Song Yue took a step forward, pinched Zhao Ting's cheeks, and looked at him contemptuously, "It's still like this? It's not bullshit!"

Seeing Zhao Ting let herself go, not caring about anything, following her humiliation, Song Yue snorted coldly, and with momentum, she spit directly on Zhao Ting's face.

Feeling the sudden hot and humid touch on his face, Zhao Ting's eyes widened. He roared and stared at Song Yue, wishing he could eat her.

"Hahahahaha, that's it!"

Song Yue laughed frighteningly, "Just look at me like this, and watch how I destroy your self-esteem little by little, and crush your arrogance!"

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After Song Yue left, two figures came out from the dark corner of the room.

"This woman is so scary!"

The sweet female voice was still trembling, "She is too perverted, my God, I think she must have a mental problem! No, it should be said that she must be mentally ill!"

"Fortunately, the presence of zombies is low. Otherwise, if she finds us, I feel that she will blow us up in the oil pan in the next second! It's terrible!"

"She is not our opponent." The male voice was deep and magnetic, but there was helplessness in his tone.

Looking at the two people who appeared suddenly, Zhao Ting's pupils shrank, he roared and struggled, trying to get their attention.

Seeing him like this, Yu Anan was a little surprised, "Can't you talk?"

Hearing her question, Zhao Ting's face seemed to have overturned the palette, resentment, pain, disgust, viciousness... It seemed that all negative emotions were concentrated on him.

Seeing him like this, Yu Anan realized that she had said something wrong, and she subconsciously looked at Zong Yize.