Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"I bother……"

A mouthful of blood was spat out.

Ximen Longting's shirt was spat dirty, and some blood stains splashed on his face.

"You killed me, since it fell into your hands... let it be my flesh!"

"..."

"If you want me to hand over the antigen, it's impossible for me to turn into ashes...Jing Jiaren, you will die with me, and we will go to hell together...On the way to Huangquan, you can also be a companion...Hahahahaha..."

The rampant laughter was harsh.

She must be crazy, to be so crazy under the circumstances.

"Bah!"

The big hand grabbed Xiaoyi's chin and snapped it vigorously, her jaw dislocated again and she couldn't speak.

Ximen Longting's eyes were dark: "Next time, I will directly tear your mouth open, then you will never be able to open your mouth..."

Wilson took out a handkerchief and handed it to the young master.

He took it coldly and wiped the blood spot.

He was wearing the vest that Jing Jiaren woven for him...

Seeing that the woolen vest was stained, he was sullen and kicked Xiaoyi's body hard.

Before everyone could react, Xiaoyi was kicked three or four times.

The wrought iron made a shaking sound on the ground!

Ximen Longting hit her hard and broke her ribs on the spot...

Xiaoyi's mouth was dislocated, her face twisted in pain, but she couldn't cry out.

Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

The picture is quite scary and weird...

Wilson suddenly rushed up to grab him: "Master, keep her alive! She's still useful!"

If it wasn't for Xiaoyi's usefulness, she would have kicked her heart in one kick!

Ximen Longting put his foot down sternly: "FUC~K! Slut!"

Jing Jiaren turned her face away, she couldn't bear to witness such a scene...

It was only then that I noticed that there were many instruments of torture in the darkroom, all kinds of strange things.

A sinister aura crawled over, the damp musty smell from the basement, and the bloody smell of Xiaoyi made her want to vomit.

Ximen Longting did not know when he stood in front of her: "You look so bad, are you uncomfortable?"

"Well, the air here is a bit stuffy."

"Wilson, take her up."

"What about you, won't you go?" Jing Jiaren frowned, "You don't want to do something to her yourself?"

"She hurt you again and again, if I don't do this, how can I bear it?" Ximen Longting's eyes flicked across You Ze.

"No," Jing Jiaren shook her head, "I don't want you to touch such blood..."

"My hands are covered with blood, and they have been soaked in blood without coming out."

"..."

"You think I'm clean?"

At least, Jing Jiaren didn't see it with her own eyes: "Don't hit her, she won't let go... You see, she is not afraid of death, think of another way to let her say it."

Jing Jiaren's complexion was getting worse and worse, and she felt like she wanted to vomit.

"Master, why don't you take Miss Jing up first... teach me how to do it here."

Ximen Longting was silent for a moment, a devilish sneer appeared on his handsome face: "Take good care of her."

Jing Jiaren couldn't wait to leave the darkroom, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The air inside is too fishy...

Ximen Longting took off his gloves and threw them directly on the ground, as if everything that touched the little wing was covered with germs.

Jing Jiaren reached out to wrap his arms around him.

"Do not touch me!"

"what happened?"

"I'm dirty." He looked coldly at the blood spots on his clothes, and his face was extremely pale.

"You were just mad because your sweater was stained?"