Violent Dan Zun

  Chapter 2257 Darkness

  He took one from someone else.

   "Let me draw a few more lines on your little white face and clothes!"

   "Papa!" The salty taste of blood instantly filled the air.

  Two whips passed, and red blood overflowed from his neck in an instant. Drops of blood overflowed from the wound, and he took two breaths in pain.

   "How is it? Don't you still confess?"

   "Don't think about it, I will never tell you where they are!"

   "Then you wait and get the whip again!"

   "Oh yes, when I get beaten, don't forget to shout louder, maybe they will come to save you when they hear it!"

   "Impossible!" Fang Yan stared at him, like a little leopard trapped in a cage, stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.

   "Okay, then I will fight until you beg for mercy!"

  A whip, a whip slapped over, a crackling sound rang all over the floor, he just slapped him more than just, and he was still not satisfied,

"Come here, it just happened to be blooming, let me give you some cooking wine to marinate it!" He found someone to bring a barrel of wine, with the most beautiful and gentle face, and said the most ugly, disgusting, and horrible words .

   "You're so shameless!" He scolded again.

  It's not because of how painful he was being beaten, but because it really disliked others. Inferiority, contrived, made him really sick.

"I told you not to scream, I told you not to scream!" He constantly waved his whip, as if it were his own carnival, Fang Yan came next to each other one after another, the mentality he beaten was a little unclear, and his head buzzed. , Was dizzy, because he hadn't eaten for too long, he was so hungry that he panicked, his body was weak, his fingers were cold.

  But she was still unyielding and spit on the man.

   "Don't think about it!"

   "How!" The man was instantly irritated by him. He took a look at the whip in his hand, rushed to him, forced him with his breath, and pinched her chin with two fingers. Staring at him, she said word by word.

   "You better tell me where they are!"

   "Dreaming!"

   "Bastard!" She was another whip without saying a word.

After twitching, she was shaking all over, he was dropped in the air, his head no longer had the strength to lift up, pain came from nowhere in her body, his brows were frowned, he closed his eyes and endured this silently. all.

  "Bring me chili water!"

  Fang Yan raised his eyes slightly, exhaling in his mouth, when he heard this sentence, he glanced forward and saw a bucket of red stuff, and then dropped his head feebly and exhaled slowly.

   "It's ok, don't lower your head, lift up and let me see! Hahahahaha"

  A harsh laugh came from her ears. She just closed her eyes and listened. She couldn't even hear what it was. She just felt chaotic and the world around him had nothing to do with him.

  He is too tired now, as if he will fall asleep in the next second.

   "No...be more sober...clear!"

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

  It hurts... He was so painful that he was about to cry, and he closed his eyes tightly. But still couldn't help sobbing,

"Ah..." He knew that this was the sensation of pouring pepper water on the wound, the rustle of pain, as if the juice had flowed to the blood vessels, to the end of the muscles, the sharp pain made him even more confused, and his throat Constantly spreading the sound that originated from the edge of the vocal cords was a manifestation of his pain, but it seemed that no matter how he hum, how he screamed, or how he yelled, it didn’t work at all, there was only one thought in his heart.

It hurts... It hurts... He closed his eyes tightly, his brows were twisted together, sweat continued to flow from the tips of his hair to his temples, his muscles trembled uncontrollably, and he heard others laugh at it. The sound was so harsh and noisy, he wanted to open his eyes hard to take a look, but as soon as he opened it, the chili water flowed into his eyes, and he had to close it quickly. She seemed to hear the man's mocking voice again, as if asking him if he wanted to say it now, and as if asking him if he wanted to forgive him.

   But he heard the voice in his heart say...

  Forget it...it doesn’t matter knowing what he asks...he won’t say...

Ok. He silently nodded solemnly to himself, and suddenly he was light-headed and fainted completely.

  "What? Dizzy?" When his men reported to him, he was still surprised.

   "So intolerable, I haven't played enough yet!" He was a little disappointed.

   "Let's stop here today." He put the ladle back into the bucket of chili water and looked at the person he tortured today.

  The two of them were tied with a rope, dropped and hung in the air, hanging down.

  His arms are very long, very white and beautiful. But the bright red blood marks on it are his masterpieces.

  Looking down slowly, what he saw was his drooping forehead, very weak, and he could no longer lift it up. His neat hair has been wet with sweat, and it has become very unkempt.

Quite good looking. This is also his masterpiece.

  Further down, it was already red, and her wet hair was stuck to his face with sweat. Her face was not clean. The small, white face was covered with gray in it, her face was haggard, and her face turned yellow. His bangs were a bit long, blocking her eyes, his eyes were tightly closed, and his lips were tightly pressed together. Didn't mean to relax at all,

  Not bad, good vigilance! He is always praised for such a reaction.

  Many marks were drawn from his neck, and the whip hit his collarbone, leaving blood stains and white bones exposed. He had just poured pepper water in that place, and there was a red mark on the outside of the wound, and the juice seemed to be collecting in it.

The white neckline was stained with stains, the first two buttons were also knocked off by him, and she turned it out, revealing her neck, splashed a pile of chili water on her chest, mixed with blood, and couldn’t tell what was what. There is only one mess and potholes. Some of the wounds hit yesterday have condensed into scabs, and the blood has turned black. Those can still be seen, but today the school drew beautiful pictures on white shirts. The blood was ink, and the fleshy skin was still bleeding. Suddenly, his curiosity broke out and he stepped forward to touch it.

   is still shaking.

  Even if the other person has passed out, his body is still shaking.

Forget it. So be it!

  Seeing this, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

   "Pour water on him in a while! Don't let him die!"

"Yes!"

  (End of this chapter)