Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The moonlight coming through the cracks in the stone was gradually replaced by the golden light of the sunrise. When the sky was bright, Ling Qingyu was awakened by the nightmare.

After looking around in a daze, he was convinced that it was not a dream, but that he was caught in this cave. Life and death were under the control of others.

The body in his arms still carries a high fever, and the person seems to be in a coma. Once his eyes are closed, his face is much flatter without the bright eyes. Ling Qingyu spread the cloth on the ground and laid him on the floor. Gently put it on top, and then stood up, the faint grinning laughter was getting closer and closer.

"Oh, it's so early to get up." An ugly man in red clothes came in gently with his orchid finger up and smiled.

The few people who followed him quickly moved in a lot of things, and poured the red-hot carbon into the iron furnace.

"Dear Master, I can ask my family to pay you a ransom, can you please let us go?" Ling Qingyu said in a humble tone, bending his knees slightly.

"Yo! Listen, **** and suck..." Yaoyue shook her finger, sat down on that chair, and said, "Woman, my lord, the most important thing is money."

"Then what do you want? As long as I have, I will find it for you." Ling Qingyu looked at him directly.

"You have what I want," Yaoyue chuckled and said, "I want to hear your screams, hear your desperate cry, and want to see the twisted look on your face. Please me."

"If I am pleased with you and I am willing to pay the ransom, can we save our lives?" Ling Qingyu said.

Yaoyue narrowed her eyes slightly, rekindled the torch, and then stared at Ling Qingyu carefully. This woman was still in a panic yesterday, and she couldn't help crying when she saw the man being beaten. An indifferent look, the eyes are as clear as a clear water, so calm that people want to tear her apart completely.

Let her subordinates open the fence, Yaoyue got up, walked in front of her, and pulled her out of the fence with a smile: "Then let me see first, how can you please me?"

Pulled by Yaoyue, Ling Qingyu still struggled to block the cultists who wanted to pull Ying XIII, and said: "Today the leader is fancying me, don't let people divide my favor!"

Yaoyue nodded, letting the congregation step aside, and said, "Very good, very interesting. Can you tell me what makes you so brave suddenly?"

Mother, I did a night of mental construction! Even if you are afraid, can you not torture me? Anyway, I will be tortured, I'm afraid you are an egg!

Ling Qingyu asked, "Excuse me, the teacher, do you want to hear my screaming, or do you want to see me be patient? Personally, I think screaming is better, because I can't help it."

Yaoyue tore off the other half of her white clothes. Just about to throw it away, Ling Qingyu was not afraid of death. He took the half of the white clothes, and then took off her **** and threw the clothes into the fence. The slippery Ling Qingyu met Yao Yue's surprised eyes, and said, "Don't waste it. It's very cold at night. If there is a little cover, just leave a little."

She is tall and plump, her skin is healthy, white eyes, tall breasts, and buttocks, all of which reveal vitality.

Although she was not the beautiful woman he liked at all, Yao Yue still felt her throat roll.

"Tie it up!" Yaoyue turned and ordered.

The tightly bound hands were hung up. When the rope pulled the body up, the muscles and veins were so painful, and the heavy stone pier was hung under the feet, which made the body pulled up and down, Ling Qingyu's head The most notorious type of pulling and splitting in the middle of the world came out, and almost came out: I confess!

Hearing a whip, Ling Qingyu couldn't help calling out.

"Shut up! I haven't smoked yet!" Yaoyue said angrily, wasn't she calm and self-contained just now? Why doesn't it look like nothing after hanging up?

"His Master, please give me something to gag me, my body reacts naturally, I can't control it." Ling Qingyu glanced at him, then glanced at the whip, and turned his head.

"That's a good idea." Yaoyue nodded to the congregation, and some congregation took a gadget and stuffed her in her mouth.

Grandma's, this is Niu Chew? Forget it, Ling Qingyu confessed his fate to bit the chew, looked at Ying Thirteen who was still sleeping on the fence, closed his eyes, and looked like you are ready, I'm ready.

The pain of the whip on her body was far from what she could bear. It was a pain that she could not imagine. The mouth was blocked, and she couldn't make a cry to relieve it. She could only constantly twist her body and shake her head. , From where the cracks overflow the screaming aftertaste.

Ling Qingyu wanted to think about something happy or other things to distract her attention, but the sharp pain did not let her mind escape a bit. If she wanted to faint to avoid the pain, she would be awakened by salt water again and again. The pain almost made her think that she had reached her limit and was about to die in the next moment.

"No? You can't stand it after only ten whips?" Yaoyue's happy voice sounded, causing Ling Qingyu to recover a little.

Only ten lashes? How many times have I walked in **** with ten whips! Ling Qingyu's tears streamed, looking at Yaoyue pitifully.

"Untie, let me hear what she has to say?" Yaoyue smiled.

"Let's change another way." Ling Qingyu whispered as soon as the bit was removed.

Huh? Why not beg for mercy? wrong! She begs for mercy, but why does it sound so unpleasant? Yaoyue touched her chin and looked at her, and said, "What do you want to change?"

I don't want to change anything. You don't have anything I want here. Ling Qingyu's eyes circled in the cave, but he couldn't find something that seemed to be less painful than a whip, so he muttered.

Yaoyue approached her, covering her right chest with her palm, and said, "This scar here is interesting. Why don't I help you add some, um, it would be nice to add some plum blossoms."

The congregation nearby immediately took out a squeaky-burning soldering iron from the iron stove and handed it to Yao Yue.

"Actually I think which one is good!" The enthusiasm of the soldering iron was already close to the skin, and Ling Qingyu blurted out.

In the direction her head was pointing at random, there was a wooden donkey pulling the nail-board wooden bed, Yaoyue raised her eyebrows, put down the soldering iron, and asked, "Do you think those two are good?"

Compared to a wooden donkey, it will take longer for the joint to dislocate and the bones to be shattered. Ling Qingyu made a painful decision and nodded.

"Interesting, interesting, hahaha!" Yaoyue said with a big smile: "Come on, move the wooden bed over."

"Stop!" Waked by Yaoyue's laughter, Ying Shisan opened his eyes and saw Ling Qingyu's naked and **** body, rushing to the fence and roaring.

"Oh, waking up? Boy, you are a good ****." Yaoyue looked at Ying Shisan in a very good mood and smiled.

"What are you going to do, come at me and let her go!" Ying Shisan shouted with split eyes.

Yaoyue smiled at him, backhanded, and the whip in her hand drew on Ling Qingyu's body, without the bit, a scream like earth-shattering came from her mouth.

Yao Yue was stunned for a moment, and then took another whip, Ling Qingyu let out another scream that resounded like the world, and then his body began to twist.

"Aren't you screaming pretty nicely?" Yaoyue came up with interest, and whipped up like a whip.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Ying Thirteen paused, knowing that if he said anything more, it would only be more exciting to Yaoyue. The hand holding the fence had already pinched deep into the thick wooden stick, and put her head dead on the fence, roaring. Pressed in his throat, far more than ever before, the pain spread from the mouth of his heart to his whole body like a broken heart, and blood slowly flowed from the corner of his eyes.

"Master, Master!" The voice of the cultists shouting all the way from outside the door caused Yaoyue to stop, and then asked, "What's so flustered?"

"Yan Yi entered the mountain." The congregation panted.

Yaoyue's eyes lit up suddenly, and she lost her whip and said, "It's cheaper for you today, let's go."

Yaoyue took the lead and walked out. The last congregation walked to the door and strolled back, untied Ling Qingyu, helped him to the fence, and then scooped two bowls of clear water into the bucket next to him, and placed them together with the scoop. On the one hand, he picked up the silver ticket on the ground and walked away leisurely, and kindly closed the door of the cave.

Ying Thirteen caught Ling Qingyu’s body. After the cultivators left, they took a rag and dipped a little water to wash away some of the scum, then took out the bottle of medicine from the stone crack and sprinkled the powder evenly on it. On the wound.

He sprinkled a lot. Although Ling Qingyu was confused in pain, he still said: "More..."

Ying Shisan gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. After spraying all the powder, he tore the torn white clothes into strips of cloth and bandaged her.

The medicine powder got on his body, and the coolness made Ling Qingyu's pain a little weaker, and his fuzzy eyes slowly became clear, and then he saw two blood marks on the corners of his eyes.

"Thirteen?" That was a trace of blood and tears, Ling Qingyu whispered, unconsciously carrying a sense of sorrow and sorrow in his heart.

Ying Shisan also sprinkled some medicine on the scar on her wrist that was tightly drawn by the rope, and then pressed her hand to her heart, and whispered: "Do you know how painful it is?"

Ling Qingyu's eyes drifted a little, and he heard him laugh at himself: "I'm so unworthy of your trust?" Unconsciously turned his head and looked at him, just in time to meet his sad gaze, and his heart was unconsciously weakened. , Whispered: "I also think, if we take turns, we can support for a few more days." Just say a few words, the wound hurt again, and the pain made her discouraged and said: "I also know that I Can’t last long, I just wanted to cry and beg him."

If it weren’t for the bitch, I would have screamed before the first whip was drawn, Ling Qingyu sighed inwardly, this kind of pain doesn’t mean that you can endure it if you want to endure it. The instinctive response of your body is impossible. Controlled with reason, how much perseverance did you endure the 30 whips yesterday? In other words, in the red house, what did you live when you were young?

"Master, don't do this anymore, okay?" Ying Shisan looked down at her, with pleading and bitter sobbing in her voice, and said: "Please believe me... Ying Shisan is your guard."

Ling Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, and then there was a burst of heartache, but his lips were shaking but he could not speak.

Watching Ling Qingyu slowly fall asleep because of the medicinal properties, Ying Shisan stared at the scar on her chest for a long time. The pain in her chest made her throat slightly sweet and swallowed the **** back. Ying Shisan turned her gaze to the door.