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Zhang Mo was originally a sinister villain, and after being injured by Ye Wushuang, he naturally wanted to take revenge on Ye Wushuang in his heart.

Night had fallen, and at the instigation of Zhang Mo, Ye Wushuang was locked in the room by Yi Jichuan, and on the grounds that Ye Wushuang had lost his mind and needed to recuperate, he did not let anyone approach the courtyard and was ready to "take care" of Ye Wushuang.

Now, Yi Jichuan and Ye Wushuang have completely torn their faces, so Yi Jichuan is even more unscrupulous, tying Ye Wushuang's hands and feet, and tying his mouth with a strip of cloth and throwing it on the ground in the inner room.

Yi Jichuan hated Ye Wushuang to the core, and the resentment accumulated in his heart made Yi Jichuan pick up the whip in his hand.

Hearing the sound of "da", the first whip fell on Ye Wushuang's body fiercely, and the shallow red clothes deepened a trace of color.

This was the first time Ye Wushuang had tasted the taste of a whip, and the hot feeling made Ye Wushuang, who was gagged, couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, wanting to touch it, but couldn't do anything.

Seeing Ye Wushuang shaking under the leather whip, Yi Jichuan showed a trace of pleasant excitement between his eyebrows, and then raised the leather whip and slapped it fiercely on Ye Wushuang's body.

As the leather whip continued to fall, the hatred in Ye Wushuang's eyes continued to deepen, although occasionally because the leather whip repeatedly whipped the same position, he made a muffled gasping sound and turned gently, but Ye Wushuang did not give in.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed, Yi Jichuan still vented the resentment in his heart, although he was sweating profusely, he was very happy in his heart, and the unprecedented resentment was released, which made Yi Jichuan seem quite excited.

And Ye Wushuang was already curled up on the ground, his clothes were already in tatters, his clothes did not cover his body, his legs, waist, and arms were already blurred with flesh and blood, and the red clothes were mixed with flesh and blood and stuck to his body, but Ye Wushuang was still staring at Zhang Mo and Yi Jichuan.

Zhang Mo sat aside and drank tea, saw Ye Wushuang's unyielding eyes, and then smiled at Yi Jichuan, who was a little weak and tired, and said, "Cousin, it seems that our young lady has very hard bones." ”

Yi Jichuan immediately stopped, handed the blood-covered leather whip to Zhang Mo, and gasped slightly: "Cousin, you come!"

Zhang Mo stood up, did not take the whip, but smiled faintly and strode out of the room.

Yi Jichuan knew that Zhang Mo had any good ideas, so he immediately stopped, sat down on the stool next to Ye Wushuang, poured a cup of tea and drank it, and then walked towards Ye Wushuang, came to Ye Wushuang, looked at Ye Wushuang's hateful gaze, raised his foot and stepped on Ye Wushuang's face, and sneered: "You must not have thought that your dignified Miss Ye of Phoenix Villa would actually have today?"

Ye Wushuang used all his strength to endure it, and when he didn't have the strength to struggle, he just opened those big eyes of the water spirit, staring at the world, and never gave in.

Yi Jichuan had already breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the leather whip on the table again, and slapped Ye Wushuang's body fiercely, venting the resentment in his heart.

After a while, Zhang Mo came back with some things, put the things on the table, and took a slight breath, Yi Jichuan saw Zhang Mo coming back, stopped what he was doing, and rummaged through the things that Zhang Mo brought.

Zhang Mo naturally went to the dungeon to get the torture tool, because his left arm was injured, so his right arm was bearing the weight, and he was slightly sore, and then shook it lightly, took out the silver needle from the torture tool, and smiled at Yi Jichuan: "Cousin, since our young lady's bones are so hard, then we should also have some hard guys." ”

Yi Jichuan sneered slightly: "Then there is Cousin Lao, take good care of our young lady!"

Zhang Mo grinned, slowly walked towards Ye Wushuang, and then squatted in front of Ye Wushuang, holding a finger-length silver needle, dangling in front of Ye Wushuang's eyes, and sneering at Ye Wushuang: "Young lady... Don't blame me, that's what your husband meant! If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being blind!

With a few words that Zhang Mo muffled out from between his teeth, Zhang Mo stabbed the silver needle in his hand at Ye Wushuang.

The hot pain of the leather whip almost made Ye Wushuang unconscious, but the stinging pain like an ant biting people, deep under the skin, to the bones, was even more painful, Ye Wushuang gritted his teeth and snorted, staring at Zhang Mo deadly.

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 affairs, so in order to break Ye Wushuang's heart, Zhang Mo sneered: "Young Lady must be very curious about how Miss Xiao Xi was killed by us, right? There is one thing that Miss Xiaoxi should still thank me, it is I who let her enjoy the fun of life, not in vain to come to this world, by the way, there are also Zhang Yin and Zhang Quan, Miss Xiaoxi should also be thankful, just like the young lady should thank the young owner, haha... Haha..."

Ye Wushuang was stunned, she didn't expect that Xiao Xi had suffered such inhuman abuse before she died, and the pain in her heart turned into two tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing Ye Wushuang's painful but stubborn appearance, Zhang Mo was really happy in his heart, and the silver needle in his hand stabbed Ye Wushuang fiercely.

After the silver needles pierced Ye Wushuang's body, Zhang Mo and Yi Jichuan poured salt water on Ye Wushuang again.

Although Ye Wushuang had already exhausted all his strength in order to endure the pain, but the moment the salt water splashed on his body, Ye Wushuang didn't know where he got the strength, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, the muscles of his whole body were tense, and he couldn't bear the severe pain, that kind of heart-devouring feeling, life was worse than death, so he could only endure it if he couldn't bear it.

Ye Wushuang relied on the hatred in his heart, biting the strip of cloth in his mouth, his mouth full of bright teeth as if he was about to be shattered, but he still stared at Yi Jichuan and Zhang Mo fiercely, as if even if he died, he had to remember the appearance of the two of them.

Yi Jichuan and Zhang Mo looked at Ye Wushuang's painful appearance, and their hearts were happy, and then they sat next to them, admiring Ye Wushuang's pain, and began to drink.

After a long time, Ye Wushuang, who was lying on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Mo, who was drinking, saw that Ye Wushuang's eyes were relieved, and then 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! ”

Yi Jichuan smiled indifferently and said calmly: "If she can't bear it, how boring is it?" As my cousin said, as long as she doesn't die, Ye Xun's old husband is not easy to make trouble, and if she commits suicide, the surname Ye can't blame us." ”

Zhang Mo and Yi Jichuan looked at each other, then smiled faintly, picked up the silver needle again, and slowly walked towards Ye Wushuang, squatted beside Ye Wushuang, grabbed Ye Wushuang's bound hands, pinched Ye Wushuang's index finger, and slowly pierced the silver needle from Ye Wushuang's fingertips... I want to talk about "Heavenly Remnant" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~