After dressing as a villain national teacher

Wen Leng tried his best to suppress the smile on his lips, and said in a steady voice: "It's time, follow me to the darkroom."

Xiao Jin's body froze, the expression in his eyes changed ever-changingly, and finally turned into a pool of stagnant water.

The one who should come is still here. What he was looking forward to just now, Xiao Jin said obediently: "Okay."

Wen Leng followed the position pointed out by the system, accurately found the darkroom switch, held down the leopard's head and turned it lightly, and the darkroom opened in response.

Wen Leng walked down the steps first, clicking his tongue while walking, this dark room is really big.

I saw all kinds of instruments of torture in the middle of the basement.

Xiao Jin walked straight to one of the high platforms without saying a word, and stood up straight like Song Rusong.With his back facing Wen Leng, he put on the clothes with his fingers, unconsciously squeezed the coat tightly, then took a deep breath and tore off the black brocade robe on his body, and then the snow-white inner coat, revealing his thin waist.

Xiao Jin's eyes were closed tightly, his fists were clenched, and hatred surged in his heart.

It doesn't matter, today, including the humiliation he suffered before, he will repay it a thousand times and a hundred times!

Wen Leng was stunned by the scene in front of him, and watched helplessly as the little emperor stripped himself to a pair of pants.

His eyes lingered on Xiao Jin's back, his fair skin glowed with luster, well, he has the potential to be tempting to commit crimes, and his figure is quite beautiful...

It's just that there are many light pink welts on Xiao Jin's back. Not only is it not ugly, but it has a sense of unreasonable poignancy.

The excited and fiery heart gradually cooled down, Wen Leng looked away, looking for the whip for violence, and finally fixed his gaze on a long silver whip placed on the table.

Wen Leng walked over, took the silver whip, and couldn't help shaking his hand after looking closely.

The whole body of the silver whip is snow-white, made of unknown material, and there are small, short spikes glowing with cold light all over it, which cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

Holding the silver whip in his hand, Wen Leng looked at Xiao Jin, who had his back turned to him.

This silver whip will probably scrape off a layer of skin. Is he really going to use such a ruthless hand?

Wen Leng spurned himself for wanting to change his mind so quickly, so he made up his mind and walked behind Xiao Jin.

No longer hesitating, he raised his hand and swung the whip towards Xiao Jin, blood splashed immediately...

Wen Leng was a little dumbfounded. He subconsciously lowered his strength, but he still caused a lot of damage to Xiao Jin.

A deep bloodstain clearly hung on the young man's thin shoulder, and the blood beads on it meandered down along the fair skin.

This bloody scene stimulated Wen Leng's vision. He didn't feel any enjoyment, but seemed to feel the unspoken pain and wailing of the young emperor.

Tightening the silver whip in his hand, Wen Leng suddenly felt that he couldn't do it.

The little wife, Mo Mo, reminded at the right time, "Host, fight quickly, Xiao Jin will notice if it takes too long."

Silently complaining in my heart, this meeting is not the person who keeps saying that the little emperor will kill him.

Although the host is a man who must avenge his revenge, he is too soft-hearted after all. It is not a good thing to face someone like the little emperor who has a deep city.

Mo Mo couldn't help feeling a little worried about Wen Leng in the future.

Wen Leng withdrew his unrestrained thoughts, looked over, and sure enough, he saw Xiao Jin had turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

Wen Leng put aside distracting thoughts, with a cold expression on his face, Xiao Jin saw that the national teacher was normal, and turned his back again.

With Mo Mo's reminder, Wen Leng didn't think about anything else anymore, and swiped dozens of whips down, leaving Xiao Jin's back covered in blood.