It turns out that the boss is a bamboo horse

Chapter 389
When I woke up, the snow-white wall came into my eyes, my dry lips were stuck together, and when I spoke, it hurt so much, "What about him?"

There were only her and Ding Yicheng in the ward, and Yu Huanxi felt a sense of loss.

Ding Yicheng shook up the hospital bed and handed her a glass of warm water, "Master has gone to deal with things, come over soon."

"Yeah." Yu Huanxi clasped the water glass tightly with both hands, lowered his head to take a sip, glimpsed large and small bruises on his hands from the corner of his eye, and the scenes that happened in the abandoned factory were replaying in his mind with lightning speed.

The uncle pounced on her, wanting to do that kind of thing to herself, so she picked up a rock from the ground and threw it at him, and then the dagger he carried stabbed her in the waist.

In order not to let the uncle succeed, she has been gritting her teeth and struggling. If she slacks off a bit, her innocence may be lost.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered what happened in junior high school. If Ning Jia hadn't stepped in to protect her, her innocence would have been lost at that time.

"Happy, are you okay?"

The water in the cup was so shaken that it spilled out, Ding Yicheng quickly took the cup away, and controlled Yu Huanxi's trembling wrists with one hand.

"I'm fine." She forced a smile, and gradually closed her five fingers, trying not to shake her hands.

The fear of the rest of her life was swallowing her up, and she couldn't control herself not to be afraid at all.

"I want to be alone."

Ding Yicheng let go of Yu Huanxi, and tucked up the quilt for her, "I'm right outside, call if I need something."

Yu Huanxi nodded, obviously absent-minded.

……

Amano Villa, the dungeon.

The first step into here will only make people think of two words: gloomy.

This place is like an ancient prison, with all kinds of instruments of torture hanging on the walls. So far, there are not many people who have been tortured to death here. They are usually tortured half-dead and carried out, and rarely die directly in the dungeon.

But today, there should be exceptions.

The uncle brought back from the abandoned factory was tied to a cross. Although he hadn't been tortured yet, he was already very weak. After all, Yu Huanxi had stoned him severely.

"Cut off his hand."

The indifferent and bloodthirsty voice of the young man suddenly sounded.

Elder Tian who was accompanying him was slightly startled, "Master, have you thought it through?"

The young master still had bloodthirsty and sinister eyes. He took the dagger himself, and the sharp blade was cold under the light, "He touched my man, damn it."

Soon, someone took the dagger from Fu Mo Nian's hand, "Master, do you want to chop off both of them?"

"Chop off both feet, and cut off there too." Fu Mo Nian didn't even look at the man tied to the cross. He came here only to appreciate the pain of a person struggling on the verge of death, not to see a living person.

The person who took the dagger motioned for three more people to come. They were more powerful than others, and they tried their best to fulfill the young master's order perfectly.

"Fu Mo Nian, you are really ruthless." The man said leisurely, without fear, only mocking, "Compared to you and Fu Wenhua, Fu Wenhua has to bow down to you."

When he was in his twenties, he was lucky enough to meet Fu Wenhua. Fu Wenhua made him feel very kind, but also very ambitious. All in all, he and Fu Mo Nian were two extremes.

"You forced me to be like this, didn't you?" Fu Mo Nian picked up the dagger again, raised his hand and threw it, directly piercing the wood next to the man's ear, "How does it feel, do you like it?" .

The man sneered, "Anyway, I've had enough of my life, and besides, I've touched your woman all over, so it's worth dying for."

(End of this chapter)