Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 172 Careful work (6)

Tangcheng, interrogation room.

Heartbreaking screams are endless, and the air is filled with the strong smell of blood, mixed with the stench of rotting wounds. The smell is not good, and if you stay there for a long time, you will even lose your sense of smell.

Soldiers in uniform black military uniforms stood aside with guns in hand and serious expressions.

The buttons on the torturer's chest were half undone, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal strong muscles. When he cracked the whip, the upper muscles bulged, and sweat flowed down along the gaps.

The sound of hunting was followed by the sound of slapping flesh. The long whip had barbs, and every time it was whipped, some pieces of flesh could be cut off from him.

The man was hanging on the torture rack, the torn cloth stained with large blood stains and his naked body was covered with blood. His screams could be heard every time the whip fell.

There was a chair facing him. It didn't look luxurious, it could even be said to be simple.Pei Shuyan wore a gray gown and sat upright on it, with his long legs crossed and a pair of ordinary cloth shoes on his feet.

His long and clean fingers rested on his legs. His skin was very white, and he looked as if he had not seen the sun for a long time.The incandescent lamp above his head swayed, and the light hit his face, illuminating his delicate facial features.

The soft broken hair looks carefully taken care of, the lip color is also light, the eyebrows are clear, and the obsidian eyes are indifferent.She was sitting in front of him and looking at his miserable state, but it seemed like he didn't exist in her eyes.

The screams became lower and lower, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, "Pei, you must die a good death!"

A harsh whip fell on his mouth, leaving a horrific blood streak on his face.

He didn't seem to care at all about the insults in his ears.

Pei Shuyan stretched out his hand, and the adjutant handed the gun to his hand, "Young Marshal."

He took it without changing his sitting posture, his shooting movements were casual, and his face showed a lack of interest.

The silenced gunshot was almost silent, hitting the center of his eyebrows, with red and white splashing out. He stood up, and at the same time took the handkerchief handed by the adjutant, and put the pistol back into the holster.

The soles of his shoes stepped on small streams of blood, and he didn't even look at the person in the cell next to him.

"Get rid of all this batch." His tone was neither serious nor serious, and his mood was indifferent.

"Yes."

The adjutant stayed where he was and watched him go out, then turned around and carried out his order until he was out of sight.

Ruan Ruan changed into a cheongsam. When Gu Sinian sent someone to tell her to go to the hall immediately, countless conjectures flashed through her mind, but she did not dare to think positively about any of them.

She agreed, just tidied up a bit and rushed off as soon as possible, lest she would be the one who suffered the consequences of making him wait too long.

When Ruan Ruan arrived, he immediately spotted Gu Sinian sitting in the front seat. There were eight or nine beautiful women standing in front of him. Their expressions and gestures were all charming. When he heard her movement, he turned around and looked at her with a look in his eyes. Hook. People.

Gu Sinian watched her approach little by little with affectionate eyes. A bad premonition flashed through her heart, and her steps became solemn.

He didn't rush either.

Ruan Ruan stood in front of him and in front of the group of women.

Gu Sinian didn't speak, but one of the women took her hand and smiled, "This is Miss Ruan, she really has a good skin! Don't worry, young marshal, the sisters will teach her well and take good care of her." She was raised to be a stunner!"

Eight or nine girls were supposed to say something in response, but she could no longer hear clearly. The feeling of nausea rushed up from the bottom of her heart, and she had to use all her strength to suppress the impulse.

Her thoughts and actions seemed to have been separated. She had no memory of how she took them back to the room that day, and what they said to her.

I just remember that she locked them out, and one of them vomited inside until the sky was dark.

Until it breaks down.

(End of this chapter)