Rebirth of Invincibility

He lowered his head and stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from the young man's neck. It was very sweet and had a charming taste...

Zheng Moxie couldn't help but started to suck. The most vulnerable part of the boy was exposed to his sharp teeth. This feeling was very exciting, and a hint of obsession flashed through his dark eyes.

The bite of the other party's teeth made Han Ruoqi moan involuntarily. It was short but urgent, and it actually had an ambiguous meaning.

Zheng Moxie's hand touched the collarbone of the person under him, and there was a sound of shredded clothing, and a hole was torn out of Han Ruoqi's shirt.

Han Ruoqi frowned and was slightly startled. Zheng Moxie was actually a very gentle person at heart. Why was he so rude today?

He shrank back and tried to jump out of bed

Zheng Moye seemed to have seen through his intention, and suddenly raised a leg and put it against his chest, causing him to collapse on the bed.

All the clothes were taken off, and Han Ruoqi's hair hung down in front of his forehead, blocking his eyes. He couldn't see the desperate look in his eyes, but Zheng Moxie couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

He touched Han Ruoqi's cheek: "Hey, why don't you tell me? You know, right..."

Han Ruoqi raised his head with an impatient look on his face: "Has anyone ever said that you are very annoying?"

Zheng Moxie suddenly raised a smile, but in this atmosphere, it seemed a little strange: "Do you really think I don't dare to do anything to you?"

The man's smile at this time was so cold and frightening that it contained no trace of warmth. It was like being drowned at the bottom of the sea, and the coldness spread all over his body, but he couldn't find an exit.

Han Ruoqi tilted his head and said nonchalantly: "I've done everything I need to do...unless you want me to die."

After saying this, a smile suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and some almost crazy colors flowed in his eyes.

Oh, kill him if you can, don't you love him very much? If he dies, will Zheng Moxie be sad? It seems... I haven't seen him sad yet...

Han Ruoqi thought with some excitement that some people would have indifferent thoughts about everything after being greatly stimulated, and even eager to see some things become extreme. At this time, Han Ruoqi

Seven, it is this situation

The slightly raised thin lips carried a sexy charm, which made Zheng Moxie couldn't help but be stunned.

Zheng Moxie shrugged helplessly: "It seems that you deliberately provoked me to find trouble. It seems... I was really too gentle to you before..."

Seeing Han Ruoqi staring straight down with his head down, without saying a word for a while, he gently lifted his chin, his movements were very gentle, but the words he said were horrifying: "Su Yang, have you heard of the Qinglong Gang?

The Ministry of Justice?"

Han Ruoqi's brows suddenly frowned, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the man in front of him rubbed his cheek with his fingers and said with a smile: "Haha, do you think your skin and tender flesh can bear it?"

Han Ruoqi subconsciously stepped back, but Zheng Moxie grabbed her ankle tightly: "But you are my thing, I don't want to show your body to them... Otherwise, I will pick some right now."

Torture instrument, let’s punish you here, do you think it’s okay?”

The Criminal Department of the Qinglong Gang...

Something suddenly flashed through Han Ruoqi's mind, and then he suddenly shuddered and shook his head in horror.

Yes, the Criminal Department of the Qinglong Gang is also the place where many of Han Ruoqi's colleagues were dealt with. Whenever an undercover agent or someone who made a mistake is found in the gang, they will be sent to the Criminal Department...

And the people who came out of there...seem to be no longer complete people...

Han Ruoqi grabbed Zheng Moxie's clothes and made a slight resistance: "No..."

Zheng Moxie smiled and pried off his fingers one by one, gently but forcefully: "Then answer my question, where is Han Ruoqi?"

It seemed that this question was very offensive, or maybe Han Ruoqi had made up his mind and didn't want to tell the answer. He bit his lip but didn't say a word.

Zheng Moxie smiled coldly, turned around and walked out of the room

Han Ruoqi's body trembled slightly, and she was very afraid of the punishment that would await him later.

Many people... died in this punishment department, he knew...

But soon he calmed down again. He suddenly wanted to know one thing, who was his biological mother?

Before long, Zheng Moxie walked in leisurely, walking briskly as if he was going on a date.

Han Ruoqi smiled bitterly, her eyes focused on the vine whip in his hand, and her brows wrinkled slightly. This kind of thing would be very painful if it was whipped on the body...

In fact, the thinner the whip, the more lethal it is. Although the wound does not look as frightening as that of a thick whip after being whipped, in fact, this kind of extremely thin soft whip is extremely sharp when used, even if the skin is only slightly damaged.

It is red and swollen, but the skin is often already broken, just like a thin blade. When it is inserted into the body, the blood often has not flowed out, and the internal organs of the person have been damaged.

Zheng Moxie chuckled and walked to Han Ruoqi: "Those torture instruments are not suitable for you. Although this one hurts, it will not leave any scars."

The tone was so gentle, it didn't sound like they were discussing torture tools at all, but like a lover's whisper. Han Ruoqi shivered but remained speechless.

Zheng Moye suddenly stood up and pushed the wardrobe. With a gorgeous flip, the wooden wardrobe turned into a torture rack!

Damn it, this wall is actually broken through... As expected... Abnormal thoughts are beyond the reach of human beings, Han Ruoqi rolled her eyes and thought angrily.

"Are you coming here on your own, or do you want me to catch you?" Zheng Moxie asked with raised eyebrows.

Han Ruoqi curled her lips, walked to the torture rack and stretched out her arms with a righteous look...

The sound of iron chains and handcuffs sounded unusually abrupt, and a chill filled Han Ruoqi's heart.

The torture frame was a bit high, and his toes couldn't even touch the ground. All the weight was released on his wrists, and soon two red marks appeared.

Zheng Moye's wrist rotated slightly, and the vine whip shot through the air. It was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, but the sound of it cutting through the air made people palpitate.

When the first whip came down, Han Ruoqi felt overwhelmed by pain. It was a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if all the cells had been drained and reorganized. His back shrank slightly, but his face was not stubborn.

any expression

Zheng Moxie slowed down, and then whipped Han Ruoqi on the back.

Su Yang fainted after screaming, and cold sweat slipped from his forehead, but Han Ruoqi just gritted his teeth and persisted...counting the numbers silently.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed that I could only hear the sound of the cane whip cutting through the skin. Han Ruoqi raised her head and smiled, but the hair on her forehead had become soaked: "Hey...how many more whippings do you want?

?”

Zheng Moxie didn't know whether it was unintentional or a habit. Each whip would intersect with the previous one, leaving bright red marks on her fair skin. This kind of coquettish stimulation seemed very sexy to others, but Han Ruoqi herself did not

It was a bit unbearable. Those criss-crossing wounds with blood flowing through his senses were like burning pain spreading from one fulcrum to all directions, without boundaries...