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"Yo, it's tough!"

The jailer wanted to turn around and leave, but when he saw nobody, he just snorted and watched, not at all like other women or even big men, and screamed miserably. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Without a trace, this reaction made him lose the pleasure of beating people, on the contrary, there was a depressed mood accumulated in his chest, which made him feel more and more uncomfortable.

"I'll beat you stinky!"

In order to relieve his feelings, the jailer "puffed", spat on his hand, raised the whip high again, and struck the top of the head without a trace with all his strength.

Anyway, if there is no trace, he will die tomorrow, and if he dies here today, he will not be blamed. It's not the first time something like this has happened.

Therefore, the jailer is also emboldened.

I didn't hide without a trace just now, but it was because my attention fell on the invisible body that I didn't notice the arrival of the jailer at all.

Now, if she doesn't dodge, she's really going to be a fool!

It's just that as soon as she moved, she was involved in the wound on her shoulder, which hurt so much that cold sweat immediately broke out on her forehead, and she even paused.

That whip suddenly whipped on the calf without a trace!

The jailer was obviously accustomed to whipping, and when he felt that the whip had hit his target, he twitched a little in his direction with great skill, and then raised the whip again.

The blood beads that were brought up were like blood rain for a while, dripping on the ground next to the calf.

Without a trace only snorted when the whip hit her, but when the whip slipped on her legs, she couldn't help but take a breath.

The pain, as if it had slowly cut through the skin with a tiny blade, and then pierced into the flesh little by little, gave her goosebumps!

"Fourth. Don't waste your time, that, it's just a lump of wood, no matter how you beat it, you won't make a sound! Hurry up, come and drink with the brothers!" the other jailer immediately persuaded when he saw that the fourth child wanted to whip it down.

"Today, Lao Tzu has a blood, and I went to a wine shop to buy some good wine, it's strong!"

Faintly, you can still hear him telling others about the experience of torture without a trace.

Between the words, it was nothing more than saying how good-looking the face of the traceless was, how bewitching the figure was, if it wasn't for the fear of being killed by the traceless, she would have been in the cell a long time ago!

When the fourth child heard that his colleagues were talking about this, he immediately became interested, and after glaring at him without a trace, he immediately ran over, drank a few sips of wine, and joined the discussion.

"How's it going, do you feel very happy to see me being beaten again? Do you think it's worth it even if you want to kill your head tomorrow?"

Traceless covered the wound on his shoulder with one hand and the wound on his leg with the other, and raised his eyebrows mockingly at the invisible opposite.

Seeing that there was no reaction at all, Traceless took this as a default, and the anger that he had finally suppressed was stimulated again.

"Invisible, the old lady is really blind, so she will regard people like you as partners! The dogs raised by the old lady in the dark incense building, when they see the old lady, they still know how to flick their tails! Even they have to have a conscience than you!"

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