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Chapter 390 Feng Ying seems to be in extreme pain
As soon as the two left, Yu Shengting picked up the whip on the table, and slammed it towards Feng Ying's back.

Yu Shengting used all his strength to whip this whip, Feng Ying let out a muffled groan, and fell to the ground under the whip.

Feng Ying disobeyed him again and again, and Yu Shengting stepped on Feng Ying's face, obviously really angry.

"Disobedient trash, tie him up for me."

"Okay, master." Luo Yuzhe quickly tied Feng Ying up.

Dark and damp basement.

Feng Ying was tied to a rack and his shirt was taken off.

The whip in Luo Yuzhe's hand lashed Feng Ying's back one after another. Feng Ying's back was covered with criss-crossing scars, bloody and bloody, but he insisted on gritting his teeth and saying nothing.

Tang Wanyu couldn't bear to look away.

Yu Shengting gently shook the red wine glass to remind: "Luo Yuzhe, take it easy, don't spoil his pretty face."

"Master, isn't there a new medicine, how about letting him try it?" Luo Yuzhe said.

"Yes." Yu Shengting raised his eyebrows, a little interested.

Feng Ying was dragged onto the slate bed, and his limbs were all tied up.

Suddenly Feng Ying's body twitched violently, the expression on his face was shocked, as if he was enduring great pain,
Limbs were imprisoned, Feng Ying's body was arched, blood was directly strangled on his wrist.

The current Feng Ying looks like a drug addiction attack, his eyes are bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead and arms are bulging.

Feng Ying without makeup looks too similar to Feng Ran.

Seeing Feng Ying's pained face, Tang Wan's palms were sweating.

But Yu Shengting's tactics were so ruthless that Tang Wan didn't dare to say a word, let alone a word of intercession.

Yu Shengting is a bit of a personality, the more others don't let him do something, the more he wants to do it.

If he begged for mercy, Feng Ying would only suffer more crimes.

After working for Yu Shengting for so long, Tang Wan knew his temperament well.

"Master, he seems to have a virus attack." Luo Yuzhe said.

"I can see it." Yu Shengting leaned close to Feng Ying's ear and said, "See, there are two syringes over there, the colorless one on the left is the virus vaccine, and the red one on the right is the blood of an AIDS patient. If you are willing to accompany Huo Qingyan, I will call you on the left, if you don't want to, heh, I will call you on the right, you make your own decision."

"Willing?" Yu Shengting asked.

Feng Ying bit her lip, but still said nothing.

Because of the pain, the veins on Feng Ying's forehead and neck became more and more obvious.

"Heh, you have a lot of backbone, Luo Yuzhe." Yu Shengting glanced at Luo Yuzhe.

Luo Yuzhe understood and took the red syringe.

Luo Yuzhe hated Feng Ying for too long, waiting for this moment.

Without any hesitation, the syringe in Luo Yuzhe's hand fell directly into Feng Ying's body, and all the blood poured into Feng Ying's body.

"Ah!" Luo Yuzhe exerted so much strength that the needle was bent, and Feng Ying cried out in pain.

"Let's go." Yu Shengting glanced at Luo Yuzhe, and the two left the basement one after another.

Tang Wan hesitated, but finally did not leave.

"Are you okay?" Tang Wan frantically tried to help Feng Ying untie the rope.

"Don't move!" Feng Ying stopped her movement.

Tang Wan's hand to untie the rope froze in mid-air.

"Get out!" Feng Ying ordered coldly.

"But..." Tang Wan was a little hesitant.

"I really want to help me and protect Ranran." Enduring the pain, Feng Ying tried his best to make his voice normal.

"Ah!" With a splitting headache, Feng Ying seemed to be in extreme pain, his head began to bump against the stone slab, and his headache was splitting.

"Bang!" The rope was broken by Feng Ying, Feng Ying could hardly control it, and his hands directly grabbed Tang Wan's neck.

　If I say that Feng Ying's ending is a tragedy, will you send me blades?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)