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Zhang Mo was a sinister person. After being hurt by Ye Wushuang, he naturally wanted to take revenge on Ye Wushuang.
Night had fallen, and at Zhang Mo's instigation, Ye Wushuang was locked in a room by Yi Jichuan. On the grounds that Ye Wushuang was mentally ill and needed a good rest, he would not let anyone near the yard and was prepared to take good care of him. "Ye Wushuang.
By now, Yi Jichuan and Ye Wushuang had completely broken up with each other, so Yi Jichuan became even more unscrupulous. He tied up Ye Wushuang's hands and feet, tied up his mouth with cloth strips, and threw him in the inner room. on the ground.
Yi Jichuan hated Ye Wushuang deeply, and the resentment accumulated in his heart made Yi Jichuan pick up the whip in his hand.
There was only a "click" sound, and the first whip fell hard on Ye Wushuang's body. The light red clothes deepened a little color.
This was the first time Ye Wushuang tasted the taste of a whip. The burning sensation made Ye Wushuang, who was gagged, groan and wanted to touch it, but was unable to do so.
Seeing Ye Wushuang swaying under the whip, Yi Jichuan's eyebrows showed a trace of joyful excitement, and then he raised the whip and hit Ye Wushuang hard.
As the whip continued to fall, the hatred in Ye Wushuang's eyes continued to deepen. Although he occasionally made a muffled gasp and flipped slightly because the whip repeatedly hit the same position, Ye Wushuang did not give in.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed, and Yi Jichuan was still venting his resentment. Although he was sweating profusely, his heart was filled with joy. The unprecedented release of resentment made Yi Jichuan look quite excited.
And Ye Wushuang was already curled up on the ground. His clothes were already in tatters, and his clothes were not covering his body. His legs, waist, and arms were covered in blood and flesh. The red clothes were mixed with flesh and blood and stuck to his body. However, Ye Wushuang still stared, Staring at Zhang Mo and Yi Jichuan.
Zhang Mo was sitting aside drinking tea. Seeing Ye Wushuang's unyielding eyes, he immediately smiled at Yi Jichuan who was a little tired and said: "Cousin, it seems that our young lady has very hard bones."
Yi Jichuan immediately stopped, handed the whip full of blood to Zhang Mo, panted slightly and said, "Cousin, come here!"
Zhang Mo stood up, did not take the whip, but smiled faintly and strode out of the room.
Yi Jichuan knew that Zhang Mo must have some good ideas, so he immediately stopped and sat down on the stool next to Ye Wushuang. After pouring a cup of tea, he walked towards Ye Wushuang and came to Ye Wushuang. Looking into each other's eyes, he raised his foot and stepped on Ye Wushuang's face, and sneered: "You must have never thought that Miss Ye, your dignified Phoenix Villa, would be here today?"
Ye Wushuang used all her strength to endure. When she had no strength to struggle, she just stared at the world with her big watery eyes, never giving in.
Yi Jichuan had already taken a breath, picked up the whip on the table, and hit Ye Wushuang hard, venting his resentment.
After a while, Zhang Mo came back with some things. He put the things on the table and breathed a little. When Yi Jichuan saw Zhang Mo coming back, he stopped what he was doing and rummaged through the things Zhang Mo had brought.
Zhang Mo naturally went to the dungeon to get the torture tools. Since his left arm was injured, his right arm was bearing the weight and was slightly numb. He then shook it twice, took out the silver needle from the torture tools, and smiled at Yi Jichuan. : "Cousin, since our young lady is so hard-boned, we should also get some tough guys."
Yi Jichuan sneered slightly: "Then please help me, cousin, to take good care of our young lady!"
Zhang Mo grinned mischievously, walked slowly towards Ye Wushuang, then squatted in front of Ye Wushuang, held a finger-long silver needle, dangled it in front of Ye Wushuang, and sneered at Ye Wushuang: "Young lady... don't blame me, this But what does your husband mean? If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being blind! Looking at the sword demon..."
As Zhang Mo muttered a few words through his teeth, Zhang Mo stabbed Ye Wushuang with the silver needle in his hand.
The burning pain of the whip almost made Ye Wushuang lose consciousness, but the stinging pain, like an ant bite, penetrated deep into the skin and reached the bones, making it even more painful. Ye Wushuang gritted his teeth and groaned, staring at Zhang Mo. .
Zhang Mo already knew about Zhang Yin and Zhang Quan, and from what Ye Wushuang said in the main hall, he could also know that Ye Wushuang came for Xiao Xi's matter, so in order to break Ye Wushuang's heart, Zhang Mo sneered: "Young Madam You must be very curious about how Miss Xiao Xi was killed by us, right? To be honest, Madam, Miss Xiao Xi bit her tongue and committed suicide because she couldn't stand our torture. However... there is one thing that Miss Xiao Xi should be grateful for. I, it was I who allowed her to enjoy the fun of life, and she did not come to this world in vain. Oh, and Zhang Yin and Zhang Quan. Miss Xiao Xi should also thank her, just like the young lady should thank the young owner. Same, haha...haha..."
Ye Wushuang was startled. She did not expect that Xiao Xi suffered such inhuman abuse before she died. The pain in her heart turned into two tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
Zhang Mo felt really happy when he saw Ye Wushuang's painful but stubborn look, and stabbed Ye Wushuang fiercely with the silver needle in his hand.
After pricking Ye Wushuang's body with silver needles, Zhang Mo and Yi Jichuan poured salt water on Ye Wushuang.
Although Ye Wushuang had already exhausted all his strength in order to endure the pain, the moment the salt water was poured on his body, Ye Wushuang didn't know where the strength came from. The veins on his forehead popped out, and the muscles all over his body were tense. The unbearable pain A heart-gnawing feeling, life is worse than death, no matter how hard I can bear it, I can only endure it.
With the hatred in her heart, Ye Wushuang bit the cloth in her mouth tightly. The white teeth in her mouth seemed to be shattered, but she still glared at Yi Jichuan and Zhang Mo ferociously, as if even if she died, she still had to remember them clearly. Human appearance.
Yi Jichuan and Zhang Mo looked at Ye Wushuang's painful appearance, and felt happy in their hearts. Then they sat next to them, admiring Ye Wushuang's pain, and started to drink.
After a long time, Ye Wushuang, who was lying on the ground, finally took a breath. Zhang Mo, who was drinking, saw the relief in Ye Wushuang's eyes. He immediately put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, and smiled at Yi Jichuan. : "Cousin, it seems that our young lady is really not an ordinary person! She can be so tolerant."
Yi Jichuan smiled coldly and said calmly: "How boring would it be if she couldn't bear it? As my cousin said, as long as she doesn't die, Ye Xun, the old man, won't be able to attack him. If she commits suicide, Ye Xun will be the one to blame. Not on our heads.”
Zhang Mo and Yi Jichuan looked at each other, then smiled faintly, picked up the silver needle again, walked slowly towards Ye Wushuang, squatted beside Ye Wushuang, grabbed Ye Wushuang's bound hands, and pinched Ye Wushuang's With the index finger, he slowly inserted the silver needle from Ye Wushuang's fingertip... I want to chat with more like-minded people about "Tian Can Shang", follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~
