The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Mu Chenbi stood on the opposite side, looking at Xia Beiqing's painful appearance coldly, as if he was enjoying a wonderful performance, and his smile was crazy and perverted.

A few minutes later, he raised his hand, and the guards stopped immediately.

Mu Chenbi stepped forward, stretched out his hand to pinch Xia Beiqing’s chin, looked at his pale face, and said with a smile: “They didn’t plan to save you anymore. They gave up on you. You have to carry it for them. Is it worth it?"

Xia Beiqing's body, including every nerve, trembled violently from the pain, and bright bloodshot eyes hung on his lips.

Mu Chenbi wiped his lips with a handkerchief: "I'll give you one last chance, can you help me? If you continue to hit, your legs will really be useless!"

Xia Beiqing opened his lips with difficulty, but uttered a resolute and resolute sentence: "No!"

Mu Chenbi's eyes instantly darkened, and he let go of Xia Beiqin's chin, and said coldly, "Keep on fighting!"

The iron rod fell again and beat Xia Beiqin's legs mercilessly. The legs that were originally straight had been twisted and bent, the skin and flesh were rotten, blood soaked the entire pair of pants, and hit the ground ticking.

Xia Beiqing was dripping with cold sweat, and even his breathing became weak. Gradually, his legs became numb, and he could not feel any pain, even... he could no longer feel the existence of his legs.

The young man bit his lip desperately, and did not make himself cry, tears fell down the corner of his eyes.

I don't know how long it took before Xia Beiqin woke up from a coma and found himself lying on the cold ground, surrounded by darkness, leaving only endless silence, as if he had fallen into an abyss?

Where are his legs?

Xia Beiqing couldn't feel the presence of his legs, and couldn't see anything in front of him. He stretched out his hand to touch, but he didn't have the strength to prop up his body. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the position of his legs.

He finally couldn't help it, and the cry of sobs overflowed from his throat, holding his head tightly, tears came out of his eyes, and the big ones fell down, crying painfully and desperately.

Fear stretched like a vine, wrapped around his neck.

He is so scared...

Where is Brother Che, where is my sister-in-law, where is Teacher Shen.

He is really scared by himself...

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After spending the weekend with Nangong Mu, Jun Duonuan came to Jun's house and only then learned that Yun had left and had been away for several days.

Jun Duonuan hurriedly called Yunci.

"Mummy, where have you been, why don't you tell me!"

Yunci's voice was a little weak: "I don't have time to speak in Dongzhou.

"Dongzhou, it's so far away, what are you doing there? How do we save Uncle Bei Qing back?"

"Don't worry, I will go back soon."

Yun Ci hung up the phone and looked at the old man across from the sofa. The old man was the former housekeeper of Huo Baiyuan's house, and he continued to say what was interrupted just now.

"Later, the eldest master went crazy and dug up the corpse of the eldest grandma from the tomb. The night before he was about to inherit the Huo family, the eldest master disappeared. At that time, he was still married. "

Yunci asked, "Where is the Huo family now?"

The old housekeeper sighed with a sad expression: "After the young master disappeared, the old man gave the Huo family to the second young master. In the past few years, the second young master has already defeated the Huo family. It was mortgaged, but it's still vacant now."

"Then apart from Huo's family, where else can I find information about Master Huo Da?"