The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

A group of guards rushed out of the door and fought with them. With a slender body, they easily dodge the attack. They knocked down several guards with one punch, and turned around and shouted at Shen Zhiyu: "You first Go in and see if anyone is inside!"

"it is good."

Under the cover of the flowers and the bodyguard door, Shen Zhiyu rushed into the door, walked down the stairs in the dark, and then came to the dark and damp basement, where a **** smell came on his face.

Shen Zhiyu looked around as he walked forward. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner, and he stopped abruptly.

The young man leaned in the corner, bowed his head feebly, and curled up tightly with his thin body. His clothes were torn and his wounds were exposed. Because he had not been treated, his flesh was turned torn and stained with yellow pus.

Almost instantly, Shen Zhiyu's heart stopped suddenly, watching the horrible scene in front of him, the people in the corner, it is impossible to even think of the once proud young man.

Is he still alive?

Shen Zhiyu's eyes were red, and his voice trembled, as if afraid to scare him, he cautiously shouted: "Northern..."

Hearing this call, the young man's head moved, and then he lifted it danglingly, revealing a pale face covered with blue and purple scars, using a pair of dilated eyes to face Shen Zhiyu, for a long time, The dim eyes were finally lit up.

He recognized it, it was Teacher Shen!

After going through so much pain and torture, Xia Beiqing didn't cry much, but the moment he saw Shen Zhiyu again, his tears seemed to burst, and he couldn't help pouring out, one after another, snapping. Smash it down.

Xia Beiqing opened his lips, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any sound. He could only use his mouth to shout those three words silently.

"Ms. Shen..."

Shen Zhiyu rushed in a few steps, knelt down beside Xia Beiqing with a plop, hugged Xia Beiqing tightly in his arms, and his tears fell down his cheeks.

"Northern... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Xia Beiqing couldn't cry, so she could only shrink into his arms, and her body trembled violently.

Shen Zhiyu stroked Xia Beiqin's back, all he felt was scarred.

"It's okay, it's okay, I will take you home now."

Shen Zhiyu released Xia Beiqin and wanted to pull Xia Beiqin up, but found that Xia Beiqin hadn't moved. He looked up suspiciously, but ran into the desperate eyes of the young man.

A bad premonition flooded my mind.

When Shen Zhiyu looked towards Xia Bei's lower body, he suddenly saw a pair of deformed and bent legs lying on the cold ground. The whole pair of trousers had been soaked in blood, which should have been a pair of slender and straight legs.

Why... why did it become like this?

Shen Zhiyu's pupils behind the lenses shook and opened his mouth, as if he could no longer hear his own voice.

"Northward, your legs..."

Xia Beiqing couldn't say a word, only turbulent tears remained.

At this moment, Hualien rushed into the basement, and when he saw Xia Beiqing in the corner, he was stunned by this scene. He squeezed his fist and gritted his teeth and said: "Mu Chenbi, this bastard!"

How can you torture a person like this?

"It's okay, I'll carry you back, and the legs can be cured." Shen Zhiyu didn't know whether he was comforting Xia Beiqing or comforting himself. He squatted down in front of Xia Beiqing and let his hands cling to his own. Neck, then leaned Xia Bei on his back.

On the other side, in the outskirts of the forest.

Huo Baiyuan and Yunci also stood face to face.