Male God, a Little Su

In the execution hall, the whip was slapped on the flesh, and the crackling sound it made continued to reverberate.

But other than that, he didn't even hear a scream.

"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!"

"call!"

Feng Man threw away the whip and walked over to wipe off the sweat from Su Yan's forehead. He sighed helplessly, "You really can bear it, but it hurts like this, but you don't want to scream? Silent, you are a woman, if you have a little personality. Microsoft, in fact, doesn’t have to suffer so much.”

Whenever she pleads with His Highness, His Highness will not punish her for a hundred whips for her past credit.

"In the dark night hall, there is no distinction between men and women."

Su Rou knocked off the hand he was trying to take off his mask, and sat up panting while supporting the wooden board under him, just moving a little, the muscles all over his body twitched in pain.

But Su Rou seemed to be used to it, she lowered her eyes and ordered in a low voice, "Bring my cloak."

The clothes on her back were all stained with blood and shattered one after another.

Fengman took the cape handed over by her subordinate and walked over to put it on Su Yan himself.

"I'll send someone to take you back."

"No need."

Su Yan waved his hand away, and when his feet touched the ground, he couldn't help staggering twice.

"Watch out-"

Feng Man held her shoulders with one hand and her waist with the other, protecting her in his arms in an ambiguous gesture.

But it was just right, without touching Su Yan's wound.

Su Yan lowered her eyes, twisted his wrist with her backhand, and heard a scream.

She coldly pushed Fengman away a few steps, "Fengman, don't be emotional. Here, emotions are the most superfluous thing."

After that, she closed her cloak and strode out.

Passing through the dungeon again, those people already knew that this time it was not Su Yan who came to interrogate anyone, but she herself was punished.

When she saw her weak appearance, she couldn't help laughing and gloating.

"Look, you did your best for Song Guanzhi, but he still doesn't treat you like a human being?"

"Just a running dog!"

"You bitch can bear it. How many whips did you get this time?"

"I'm afraid the mission has failed again, right? You wait! If I can go out one day, I will definitely put you under the stinky bitch - er - "

Su Yan didn't squint, and shot a dart between her fingers.

Blood splattered everywhere, and a blood hole was pierced through the man's throat.

The slender figure gradually moved away, and the surroundings were quiet, all of whom were so frightened by Su Yan's sudden movements that they lost their voices. The man who had insulted Su Yan before fell down after a long while, with a splash of dust.

From his throat, a sound similar to that of a beast dying.

"Leader, please let Hong Fei come over."

Su Yan nodded slightly and stepped into her room.

The eyes behind the mask are cold and indifferent, without the slightest personal emotion.

The room fell silent.

Su Yan exhaled, reached out and took off the golden mask, and threw it on the table at will.

Through the bronze mirror, the facial features of that face are indifferent, which can barely be called delicate. But on this face, there are a pair of peach eyes that are enough to seduce the soul. It's just that the owner of the body is used to wearing a mask, but also strips his emotions from the body.

Therefore, there was no trace of affection in those beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Only a piece of cold and empty.

"Tuk Tuk—"

There was a knock on the door.

Su Yan walked to the bed, turned her back to the door and was slowly taking off her clothes, "Come in."