Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

"Qiujuan, Xia Jin!"

Seeing them being beaten but still taking into account her feelings, trying not to scream, made Duanmu Minya's heart feel even more uncomfortable. She felt as if her heart was being stabbed hard with a sharp awl, hard The pain was so painful that she couldn't speak!

In pain, her regretful eyes were filled with crystal clear tears, blurring her vision, and she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly!

I don't know how long she was beaten, Qiujuan's eyes were lax, and she slowly lay on Duanmu Minya's body unconsciously. Even though her consciousness had been plunged into darkness, she still firmly protected Duanmu Minya, There was no intention of letting go.

Duanmu Minya looked at Qiujuan with tears in her eyes, hugged Qiujuan who had fallen into a coma with all her strength, turned over on her own, and lay on Qiujuan's body again, and let the whip hit her back and body again.

After the whip, the brocade clothes were shattered, bloodstains suddenly appeared, and the bloody mouths were torn open one after another, like a ferocious beast with a bloody mouth, it was breathtaking!

Then the whip-wielding woman paused!

Duanmu Minya looked back suddenly, the cold light splashed in the tearful eyes, the cold, piercing, murderous slightly ghostly eyes stared straight at the woman who chose the whip, and every word seemed to come from the ghost of hell. Said the cold voice.

"What you hit on my princess today, you will pay back ten times in the future! Remember it to my princess!"

Although Duanmu Minya was lying on Qiujuan's body in embarrassment, her cold and royal aura was fully displayed at this moment!

That inviolable aura, that naturally domineering arrogance made the whip-wielding woman unable to beat her any longer!

Such murderous eyes, those fierce eyes seemed to be like sharp knives, piercing straight into her heart, causing her to be intimidated by invisible pressure, and she almost couldn't hold the hand that swung the whip. She held the whip, and then her whole body seemed to have fallen into a ten-thousand-year ice cellar. The deep cold made her body tremble like chaff, and drops of bean-sized cold sweat soaked her temples in the late autumn of chills.

Even at such a moment of embarrassment, the moment when Duanmu Minya suddenly looked back, that bright and beautiful appearance still surprised that beautiful woman with colorful makeup!

The phoenix pupils of the beautiful woman with colorful make-up suddenly sank, and a thought suddenly rose in her heart that she must be destroyed. She winked at the maid again, and the maid nodded slightly again.

"Hit me! Hit me quickly! Hit me hard!"

The servant girl immediately turned around to look at the servant girl who stopped, and yelled loudly at her!

The servant girl shook her hands helplessly and raised the whip again, but after a while, the whip didn't dare to swing it down!

She suddenly knelt down in front of the servant girl with a "touch!" and cried out.

"Sister Xuemei, slave... slave..."

The slaves dare not fight!She murmured a few times, but she dared not speak out!