[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

When the whip came down, Jiang Yuran was completely silent.

On the overly porcelain-white and delicate face, bloody welts crawled from the plump apple muscles, past the pink and soft lips, and spread to the line of the chin, like a porcelain jade doll falling out of a bloody crack, so clear to the eye.

The young man's slender knuckles tightened his grip on the iron chain, his skin trembled, layers of goosebumps appeared, and his whole body was convulsed and tensed violently, wanting to break through the imprisonment that he could not break free. Even the toes are curled up.

It turned out that the pain was so extreme that I wished I could die immediately.

Shen Yanxu raised the corners of his lips, under the corrupted light, there was a pair of eyes as deep as a pool.

That face that is highly similar to Yin Xueqing's has fascinated him for the past few days. He thought that the illegitimate child who had been missing for many years had finally been found, but he did not expect that this woman who had always made him feel ashamed was just a carefully arranged one for him. scam!

Those late nights where she couldn't sleep because of thinking about her, she confessed guilt again and again: She is a lame woman dragging a sick child, how can she survive in this troubled world?

If I had been braver back then, had given up this damn power, and eloped with her, would there have been a different ending?

But these thoughts that have been lingering in the depths of his heart like torment, now it seems that they are simply a joke!

Yin Xueqing never loved me, never!

So facing this young boy with fragrant blood, Yin Xueqing's son, the son she had with a wild man, apart from hatred, probably there is nothing but hatred.

"Damn slut, I'll smash your seductive face today!"

The man raised his whip again, his mind was blinded by hatred, his whole body revealed a strong and sinister sadistic desire, he didn't know whether he was scolding Yin Xueqing or the boy in front of him!

"Shh!"

Another whip hit the young man's eyes tied with flowers. The blood-red whip marks slanted from the corner of his forehead to the tip of his nose. The pain in his left eye was even more painful now!

Jiang Yuran's heart trembled, and tears fell silently from the end of his eyes, sticking to his eyelashes and forming countless sparkling fine crystals. The corners of his eyes and brows were completely red, like toys no longer cherished by others. Drop it on the ground, pick it up and drop it again...

Such a cycle goes back and forth, again and again.

Maybe after breaking into pieces, it will die, right?

But the young boy, who was so painful that his bones were numb, still had a clear consciousness!

If I had known this earlier, I should have given both corneas to Shen Qian.

One eye is really inconvenient, will he fall when he walks in the future?

Does he jump in fright if someone taps him from the right?

That scene must be interesting...

It's ridiculous.

His own father whipped him like this, yet he was still thinking about that man.

I can't wait to give my life to him.

What an idiot.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Jiang Yuran's pretty face has been horribly whipped, not only on his face, but also on his body with countless criss-crossing welts.

The pure white gauze skirt and the flower for the left eye were torn to pieces, and were stained red with blood, like a puddle of white and greasy flesh, placed on the chopping board for someone to knive.

Shen Yanxu's repressed hatred in his heart finally got a little bit of relief, he was also tired from smoking, and the person next to him gave him a cigarette.

He didn't refuse either, and slowly lit up and smoked, thinking about what to do next.

Jiang Yuran still had a little vague consciousness.

With a bloodshot eye, he looked like a high and pitiful god, staring at the man who committed atrocities to him with sympathy and a little irony.

Shen Yanxu listened to the strong men around him talking about the fragrance of the young blood, why don't they just share him and eat something like that.

His eyes inadvertently passed through the veil and caught a glimpse of the bloody face. He suddenly trembled, and the smoke almost fell to the ground!

For he saw, that boy,

Unexpectedly, yes, he, laughed, yes, one, next!

What? ? ?

Shen Yanxu's whole body suddenly burst into blood, and subconsciously thought that he was dazzled, so he collected himself, threw away the cigarette and went to look at that person again, completely shocked by this look.

That's right, that young man had a bloody face that was no longer delicate, and the silky pink flower on one eye was smashed to pieces, and the blood stained it into a bright red Minghua!And the other eye, as if dead, was fixed there motionless.

To be precise, it was fixed on Shen Yanxu, and the corners of his bloodstained lips traced a perfect and beautiful arc upwards, showing a charming and weird smile at Shen Yanxu!

"Fuck! He's smiling???"

Soon someone also noticed that Jiang Yuran was laughing, and yelled out in shock!

The strong men exploded one after another: "He can still laugh?"

"He didn't faint?"

"What's going on, hell, he's not crazy, is he?"

Just when everyone was blowing up the pot, a fat black bird appeared out of nowhere in everyone's eyes!

It flapped its wings and hovered in the air with difficulty, and spoke like a human, but the voice was a little funny, as if it was coming to make a joke: "You stupid low-level creatures! The host used 30 OOC points to inspire the main god to give him a god. The power of blood, and then some supernatural chemical reactions will occur in his body, you scumbags are just waiting to die!"

Sure enough, before it finished speaking, Jiang Yuran, who had been beaten to death on the bed, moved!

The exposed red and swollen eye turned around with blood in it, and the thick eyelids were covered with a mixture of blood and tears. At this moment, it was like the wings of a blood butterfly. His eyes, which were as cold as a knife on the outside, stared at Shen Yanxu coldly.

The corners of her lips are always raised!

His face was tattered and blood-stained, covered with welts, some of which were deep enough to show the bones!

Like a broken doll that has been pieced together, it is smiling weirdly at the man!

Shen Yanxu thought for a while inexplicably and was extremely frightened.

He had seen this bird before, and it appeared out of thin air like this last time!

At that time, he was anxious to know the truth, and he didn't feel anything unusual.

Moreover, this bird is harmless, and even has an inexplicable sense of joy, so it is easy to be ignored.

Now that the bird reappeared, he belatedly remembered that there is no creature in this world that can appear out of thin air, right?

Then there is only one explanation, this thing is not a creature at all!

So, isn't Yin Xueqing's son a living thing?

Could he be the evil ghost who came to claim his life?

Thinking of this, he instinctively took a step back, grabbed a strong man and threw him forward: "Go over and see what's going on!"

The strong man was still holding a stick in his hand, and he had never seen such a weird situation. After all, there is no food that can still laugh or move after being pumped like this!

Not to mention food, even alien species can't do it!

He was so frightened that his legs were shaking, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, a pair of frightened eyes were exposed under the hood, and he could only use the dick as a weapon to block in front of him!

suddenly!

The boy's wrist started to turn!

Those delicate fingers dotted with a few blood-red welts were twisted into a strange arc, and then, as if they had no bones, they were pulled out from the iron hoop entangled by the iron chain!

Then he sat up slowly, and with his seemingly limp little hand, he easily broke the iron chain on the other hand, as easily as pulling a piece of noodles!

There is still a hoop around Xiyuan's wrist, and a small broken chain hangs on it.

He grabbed the length of the iron chain and made a gesture of wiping his neck towards the frightened strong man, accompanied by a perfect smile on his bloody face!

It's weird like a god who accidentally fell into hell and got up bloody!

"Mom!!! Ghost!!!"

The brawny man completely forgot that he was also a blood-sucking monster, so frightened the shit out of him, threw away the stick and ran away!

Many people were also frightened, and followed him into the depths of the darkness, only a few brave ones and Shen Yanxu stayed where they were!

"A ghost?"

Shen Yanxu lowered his eyes, grinded his back molars, pulled up the corners of his lips to show a sinister smile, then slowly took out a pistol from the inner pocket of his jacket, aimed at Jiang Yuran's head, and said every word: "Then let you Taste the bullet!"

……

next door.

"No, master, meeting you is the greatest honor in my life... I am your wife, you can play with it anytime, anywhere..."

When Zhang Yu heard that the psychiatrist, who had always been against him, took the initiative to say such vulgar and shameful words without his teaching, a soft spot in his heart was severely pinched.

He slowly buried his face, and slowly slid his callused hands over his delicate and fair chest, with no intensity, the skin that was kneaded by him quickly turned red.

He passionately kissed the beauty's tear-stained lips, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Baby, you are so good. Now, I want you, what should you say?"

The psychiatrist's tears fell silently. He didn't know how many zombies there were in this kind of place, and whether anyone was even peeping. But what is that cheap shame compared to angering this _delicate caramel__ demon?

He took the initiative to stick to the man's chest, kissed his chest muscles through the thin cloth, bit off his button with his teeth, and slid down a little bit, "Master, please enjoy it to your heart's content..."

Zhang Yu was very satisfied.

He grabbed his long hair, twisted him up, carried him on his shoulders, and walked to the inner box!

The box is not big, there is a bed and table inside, and there is also a washroom, the lighting is charming and ambiguous.

Zhang Yu violently threw him on the bed, and instead of jumping on him in a hurry, he stood by the bed and ordered, "Baby, come here, use your small mouth to help me take off my pants!"

The psychiatrist's hands were still handcuffed behind his back, and his eyes were still covered with black cloth. He couldn't see anything, but he just heard the order and ignored the pain. She rubbed against his waist, biting his belt with her white teeth!

However, it was Zhang Yu who suffered the crime.

He lowered his eyes, his pupils tightly locked on the sharp and handsome mandible line of the beauty covered by the black cloth, and the bright red lips wriggling gently, like a provocative brush on his waist, tickling his heart.

"Baby, move faster..."

His voice became hoarse, and he couldn't wait any longer. He took out the key and wrapped the beauty around him, and buried his face to release the handcuffs behind the beauty.

But right now!

"Oh!"

There was a heavy muffled sound on his head, something hit hard on the back of his head, and as soon as the key was released from his fingertips, the person seemed to have lost the support of his skeleton and fell to the ground with a bang!

His brain roared violently, and he tried to open his eyes wide, but his vision narrowed sharply.

The moment before his consciousness disappeared, he only saw the toes of a pair of pointed leather shoes, and the tip of a big red long-handled umbrella dripping with rain.