The Immortal Sect traitor is also gaining favor in the Demon Prison today

If you want to motivate him, you have to follow his way of thinking.

Just as Sang Zhe was playing with the communication instrument leisurely, Si Jingzhu's persuasive voice suddenly rang out from the prison:

"Sang Zhe, let me ask you."

"Don't you have commissions and bonuses in the Demonic Sect?"

"Yes." Sang Zhe blinked, "What's wrong?"

"Look, you interrogated me for such a long time but didn't get anything out of me. Your leader must be very angry."

Si Jingzhu's beautiful eyes flashed with cunningness and she said, "How about this young lady show mercy and cooperate with you in a play?"

"You just need to whip me a few times and create more scars. Then I will pretend to be unable to withstand the torture and reveal some secrets of the immortal sect to you."

"This way, you can handle your work and ask for rewards when you report to your boss. Isn't that the best of both worlds?"

Sang Zhe's eyes lit up slightly, and after a moment he shook his head suspiciously.

"No. There is no such thing. You must be lying to me."

"I'm telling you, I'm a very honest and simple person. If you dare to lie to me, I will be fooled."

Si Jingzhu: "...Then you took the bait."

After nearly half an hour of earnest persuasion, Si Jingzhu had almost revealed all of her eloquence, and Sang Zhe picked up the whip half-believingly and slowly walked to her side.

"Well, I did."

"Yes, hit quickly, quickly!" A hint of excitement and flush flashed in Si Jingzhu's beautiful eyes.

The day has finally come.

I really couldn't bear it for a second.

Come on, whip me hard, show no mercy!

Sang Zhe muttered something and slowly raised the whip.

then.

Under Si Jingzhu's expectant gaze.

He slowly put it down again.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

He glanced at the time and smiled apologetically: "It's time to get off work, let's talk about it tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Only Si Jingzhu was left behind with a dull look in his eyes, who remained in a daze for a whole incense stick of time.

Then he started roaring hysterically and mentally.

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"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

“I can’t stand it anymore!!!”

25. Guess what this curtain is used for?

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After Sang Zhe walked out of the door, he turned left and went to his next destination.

Shi Qingyan's prison.

The prison door was pushed open with the same creaking sound, and Sang Zhe walked silently to the desk in front of the prison. After sitting down, he followed the usual practice and asked:

"Are you going to recruit today?"

"Your XXX, my XXX..."

He was responded with a string of very cold curse words.

well.

Seeing that Shi Qingyan was still so energetic, Sang Zhe felt relieved.

So Sang Zhe followed the usual practice, continued to sit there, and started to slack off and play with the communication device.

Compared with Si Jingzhu, Shi Qingyan seems very quiet.

She was thin and cold, trapped by chains, kneeling on the prison floor. The thin light-colored lotus skirt could not cover the white and smooth skin of her slender legs, and her slightly pale and sickly face also had a sad and moving charm.

Although Sang Zhe did nothing to her, Shi Qingyan always stared at Sang Zhe with vigilance.

These days, Sang Zhe comes here every day to slack off and play with his phone.

The expected torture did not occur.

Naturally, she was happy to see Sang Zhe's lazy attitude.

Although I am still a little worried that this person is planning something behind the scenes.

But even if it was just superficial calmness, it was what Shi Qingyan wanted most.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Looking out the prison window at the sun rising higher, Shi Qingyan realized that it was almost noon.

At this moment, there was a knock on the prison door.

"I'm coming."

Sang Zhe ran over to open the door happily, muttering, "So fast."

After opening the door, two men in hats and uniforms came in, carrying large and small bags of tools in their hands.

"Just install it here and cover up the prison."

Shi Qingyan looked at these people busying themselves in front of her cell with some confusion.

At first she was wary and wondered if this was some new type of torture device.

But soon, with the busy work of this group of workers, Shi Qingyan could see the whole picture of the things being loaded.

"……curtain?"

It was a light pink bed curtain.

It was very large, and when lowered it was enough to cover the entire prison. When Shi Qingyan looked outside, she could only vaguely see a few light pink figures.

What's the use of this thing? Shi Qingyan was confused.

Outside the prison, when the workers finished loading, Sang Zhe also said with a smile:

"Thank you for your hard work, Master. I will give you a good review."

After everyone left, he looked at the curtain with satisfaction.

Like appreciating a work of art.

"Hey."

Shi Qingyan couldn't help but ask, "Why are you pretending to be like this?"

"none of your business?"

Sang Zhe glanced at her and said calmly, "If it weren't for you, my working hours would have become longer every day. I don't want to spend time alone in a place like this."

"I am a shy and introverted person."

"Especially when there are other people around, it's a bit hard to let go."

"So just put up a curtain to block it."

Shi Qingyan: “?”

She was full of questions.

I have absolutely no idea what this person is saying.

Sang Zhe didn't explain to her either.

After calculating that the time was about right, Sang Zhe simply pulled up the curtain.

All of a sudden, all that was left in Shi Qingyan's sight was a large expanse of light pink curtain.

And the vague figure of Sangzhe can be seen behind the curtain.

Just when Shi Qingyan was puzzled, there was another knock on the door.

But this time, the person knocking on the door just opened his mouth.

Shi Qingyan felt her whole body shaking as if she had been electrocuted.

"Master, are you in there?"

Zhang, Zhang Xiaoying? !

Shi Qingyan suddenly fell on the edge of the prison railings.

At the door, Sang Zhe happily ran over and opened the door for Zhang Xiaoying.

"So punctual! It's only noon."

"This servant...is afraid that the master is hungry."

Zhang Xiaoying seemed to have dressed up specially today.

Her hair was tied up neatly and appropriately, and her rosy cheeks were lightly powdered, making her already fair and pretty face even more rosy and delicate.

She was wearing her most cherished long-sleeved lotus dress made of silk with floral patterns. The blue and white colors made her temperament look particularly gentle.

It seems like she really has the feeling of a beautiful wife from a good family.

At this moment, she stood at the door timidly, holding the basket of her lunch box, and pinching her hair lightly and awkwardly.

"I'm actually a little hungry."

Sang Zhe took Zhang Xiaoying to the table, asked her to sit next to him, and then opened the lunch box happily.

"Let me see what sumptuous meal Baby Ying made today—woooo, so much?"

When Zhang Xiaoying heard the words "Xiaoying baby", her heart obviously skipped a beat.

She suddenly lowered her slightly red cheeks nervously, as if she was afraid to look at Sang Zhe.

And on the other side of the curtain.

Shi Qingyan watched the graceful figure of the woman slowly sitting down close to Sang Zhe.

There was also the faint smell of rice coming through the curtain.

Shi Qingyan felt her eyes turning red.

"Sang Zhe...you bastard!"

"How dare you brainwash Xiaoying and make her do such dirty things like washing clothes and cooking for you every day!"

"Xiaoying, Xiaoying, wake up! Don't give in to this stinky man! We women should be independent and strong, and we can't stoop to do this kind of housework!"

It’s a pity that Shi Qingyan didn’t know.

This curtain is not an ordinary curtain, it is specially made by Sang Zhe.

Its only function is to transmit sound in one direction.

In other words, the sound outside the curtain can be transmitted inside.

But the sound inside cannot be heard outside.

At this moment, Shi Qingyan was still tearfully accusing Sang Zhe of his abominable behavior, while outside the curtain, Sang Zhe and Zhang Xiaoying were already sitting together happily and warmly eating their meal.

"Mm, this is delicious."

"As long as the master likes it... the bean curd I cooked today is also crispy and delicious. Would you like to try it, master?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I want my little Ying wife to feed me."

After saying this, Sang Zhe opened his mouth happily and cried for food.

Little Ying wife?!