There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 370
The hand holding the fan tightened slightly.

Thinking of a year ago, when she saved him in the ruined temple, the blank emptiness in her eyes, that stubbornness, that sadness, she could beat the child in her womb with a wooden stick, she could sell herself a brothel, She could endure the pain to heal the scars on her body, and she could follow him to Chu State and sneak into the Chu State Palace.

"Please, please forgive me, I was wrong, I know I was wrong... woo woo... There is still one more day, give me another day, I can get the soldier talisman, woo woo..." Yang Churuo cried and looked coldly Looking at her Fengling, she suddenly cried out, because she could feel that if she didn't stop, she would really be ruined by them today. She didn't want to bear the tearing pain.

Yang Churuo can only pin his only hope on Feng Ling.If Feng Ling refused to let her go, she couldn't imagine the consequences.

Yang Churuo shed a tear in pain, seeing Feng Ling's indifferent face, no matter how much she begged, she was indifferent, suddenly closed her eyes in despair, and let the tearing pain enter her heart.

She just wants to live, just wants to live...

"Pa..." Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, she let the fear spread, clenched her fists tightly, clenched her teeth, and waited.

Seeing her desperate eyes, Feng Ling held the hand of the fan, and when the servants were about to enter Yang Churuo's body, he slapped them all away, and threw them out one by one, and a warm cloak, instantly Cover Yang Churuo's body to block her exposed skin.

Yang Churuo flinched, wrapped her cloak tightly, and stepped back step by step until she reached the corner of the wall. Her face was pale with fright, her eyes were full of tears, her whole body was trembling non-stop, even her teeth were chattering in fright, and there was still a gleam in her eyes. Layers of fear, hugging her shrunken body tightly, people can't help but want to take pity on her, especially since she is already extremely beautiful, after this movement, she is even more frail.

"Get out." Feng Ling roared angrily.

The servants were stunned for a moment, and ran out scrambling.Feeling sad for a while, such a beautiful beauty, I just missed it, I don't know when the master will reward her to them.

"Crack..." Yang Churuo's chin was tightly clenched by a pair of big hands. The pain caused her to frown, her eyes turned red, and she almost shed tears. She was forced to look at Feng Ling's handsome and innocent eyes. The cheeks and eyebrows were tightly knit together.

"Do you know? No matter how good the chess piece is, if it angers me, I will crush it, and you are not even worthy of a chess piece."

Yang Churuo's eyes hurt, and he lowered his head sadly.

Feng Ling let go of Yang Churuo, got up, looked coldly at Yang Churuo who was depressed, and snapped the fan open, with one hand behind his back and the other in front, gently shaking the fan, calmly said, "Today is just a warning to you. , if you can't hand in the soldier talisman within tomorrow, hum..." Feng Ling said, and left indifferently.

Yang Churuo climbed a few steps forward and said in a trembling voice, "Wait a minute, where are Brother Ye and the others?" Did he send someone to stop them?

"Snapped……"

"what……"

A whip sounded, and there was a creepy crisp sound in the silent room. Immediately afterwards, Yang Churuo was hit hard by the whip, the pain penetrated to the bone marrow, and she couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

It hurts...it hurts...

Before Yang Churuo could react, he whipped the whip again and again, lashing towards her like drizzle, causing her to almost roll on the ground in pain.

There were no skin bruises, nor did he leave any scars on his body, but the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was more painful than skin bruises.

(End of this chapter)