So where can you still be considered a person?

My cold sweat flowed out, and my mind suddenly flashed a movie I watched when I was a teenager, "The Queen Mother of the Two Palaces", after Cixi gained power, she praised the concubine who had a soft waist and beautiful dance, cut off her limbs and put it into a big urn, that terrifying scene made me creepy when I was a teenager.

I could not tell whether his face was old or young, because his face was covered with blood, his nose, lips and ears had been cut off, and there were only two black nose holes left on his bloody face. The eyes are still left, at this time his eyes are staring at the man standing in front of the bed, his mouth screams "hmm, hmm", but he can't pronounce a complete syllable, it seems that his tongue has been cut off, hatred, pain, grief, shame, unwillingness and other emotions radiate from his eyes one by one like sharp arrows, if the eyes can kill, the white-robed man standing in front of the bed may have been cut by him with a thousand knives, five horses and five horses.

Faced with such a situation, I have no doubt that his body in the urn has long since lost its limbs. I stared at him in fear, this person who was so frightened that I almost screamed just now really can't be regarded as a person, he is the human stick described by Jin Yong in "The Legend of Deer and Ding".

This man, why? Why do you want to treat him like this, what kind of hatred can torture a person to the point where he doesn't let go? I looked up at the handsome man with his back to me, my brain was dizzy, this person, this person, such a ruthless means, such a ruthless heart, how could there be such a terrifying person in this world? has such a beautiful face, but what a vicious heart.

I was scared, I was really scared, a chill rose from the soles of my feet, and I was terrified. Coming from the 21st century, when have I seen this kind of tragic torture, a living stick in front of me, the strong smell of blood began to spread, I covered my mouth and nose, almost wanted to gag, but I didn't dare to make a sound. How long has this guy been here? It will never be after I wake up, even if I am a little "enthusiastic and delirious" just now, but I will definitely not be unaware of such a big movement as carrying a person in.

If it wasn't after, it was before I woke up, and the person in the urn had been put into the house, so ...... just now? The body is as cold as falling into an ice cave, if so, it means that the person in this urn has also seen the restricted performance just now?

Why let him come and see? I didn't have to look in the mirror, and I knew my face must have turned pale. The handsome man still turned his back to me, slowly took the hot tea handed by the beautiful woman in pink clothes, and took a sip. Another beauty in purple took a horn comb, untied the man's hairband, and combed his hair. It's so big, I bit my lip, my brain spun unfast, and I tried to carry forward the spirit of entertainment gossip and reasoning of modern women, after all, I could find out the current situation as soon as possible in order to find a chance to live.

What exactly is the purpose of this man? There will never be anyone in this world who has such a perverted hobby, like to invite a person to be an audience when he is in love, watching the handsome man torture the person in the urn like this, and I know that he hates him very much, hates a person, and the best way to torture him is not to ravage his **, but to humiliate his heart and spirit.

Thinking about this, my mind has gradually cleared up from the chaos. He asked the person in the urn to come to this performance, which shows that I have a special relationship with the person in the urn, otherwise such humiliation would become boring and funny.

Analyzed in this way, what is the relationship between the person in the urn and me? Husband? I immediately dismissed the answer, and the messy and glaring red on the bed proved that I was not married. Brothers? I carefully looked at the bloody face of the man in the urn, and finally found deep wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, which I am afraid may not be. Well, there is another possibility, that is, the father.

I was cold, but cold sweat was pouring out of my forehead, and if that was the case, what would the man who could have treated my father so cruelly to my body? Rape? I'm afraid it's the lightest punishment, right? Although I didn't think he was being violent at me because I couldn't figure out what was going on, judging by the pain in my body and the lacerations on my lower body, he was definitely acting violently at its previous owner.

What else will he do to me? Kill me? Or will you cut me off as well? I shuddered, wondering if I should tell him that the owner of this body had died of pain when he committed the violence, and that I was just an impostor. No, this kind of fantastical story would not be believed by any normal person, maybe he thinks that I am trying to escape torture and deliberately mess with my mind here, but I am causing trouble. So, how do you deal with the situation in front of you? My mind is full of black lines, God, if you just let me die again, it's better than facing this terrible person. I can also go back to Hades to settle accounts with the dead imp of Stygian, stick his nostrils in his nostrils, and pluck his ears. I knew that kid wasn't so kind, borrowing a corpse to resurrect his soul? He wants to kill me again, so that I can go back and be his wife! I really don't understand why that dead ghost twisted me and didn't let go, didn't he just scold him for two sentences of "the milk stinks and didn't dry" and then plucked his ears a few times by the way, this stingy ghost actually retaliated against me like this!

The handsome man took another sip of tea, handed the teacup to the woman in pink clothes on the left, and the one in the purple dress on the right immediately handed over the wet silk and wiped his hands.

To be honest, the seven stars of the perverted beautiful man have been lowered by three levels in my heart, and now when I see his handsome face again, I have no intention of appreciating it, I only feel a chill in my heart. After wiping his hands, the perverted beautiful man walked to the big urn with his hands behind his back, looked down at the man in the urn, slowly paced around the big urn, and chuckled: "Wei Jinlan, don't you feel fresh about the taste of being a human stick, then, watching Ling Qianjin's tactful performance under me, does it make you feel fresh?" ”

The perverted beautiful man's voice is very good, low and hoarse, even if it is such a cold and cruel words, it still comes out of his mouth with an indescribable sense of surname. I got goosebumps on my back, if he wasn't so ruthless, then I felt terrible, ...... shook my head vigorously, and scolded in my heart, Ye Haihua, be sober, what is the situation now, and you are still such a nymphomaniac! Do you know how to write dead words? The perverted beautiful man turned to the side of the big urn and no longer turned his back to me, I could already see his expression, although he had a chuckle on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of ice, without a trace of emotion.

It seems that my suspicion has been confirmed, and the man in the urn is indeed the father of my possession of this body. I subconsciously rejected myself from associating that Wei Jinlan with me, although he was the father of my body, but my soul had just met him after all, and I had no feelings for him. Innocently fell into the body of his daughter, it is unlucky to bear the hatred of a perverted beautiful man in vain, if he feels that he is always a little involved with that Wei Jinlan, and does something emotionally impulsive, he will die for a while. This perverted beautiful man is the most terrible person I've ever seen in my life.

Wei Jinlan, the person in the urn, had been glaring at the perverted beautiful man angrily, and when he heard his provocative words, he screamed angrily, but unfortunately he couldn't pronounce a complete syllable after his tongue was cut. He was furiously agitated in the urn, and the large sturdy urn began to shake a little.

Seeing Wei Jinlan's eyes that wanted to kill him, a look of satisfaction finally appeared on the face of the perverted beautiful man. Wei Jinlan must have been so angry that she was going crazy, seeing this demon who had harmed her own and raped her daughter in front of him, I am afraid that there is no father in the world who will not go crazy. He may be able to withstand the brutal torture inflicted on him by perverted beautiful men, but he may not be able to bear to watch him hurt his own flesh and blood.

Although the perverted beautiful man was satisfied with Wei Jinlan's expression, he still refused to let go and continued to tease and humiliate him: "Legend has it in the world that the daughter of Wei Jinlan, the prime minister of the dynasty, is the most knowledgeable and demure lady in the Tiancao Dynasty, but I didn't expect it to be so silver in my bones." He paused, turned his head and glanced at me, the corners of his lips rose in my initial puzzlement, but now I suddenly ridiculed, "She is even more debauched and debauched than the bitch in the Qinglou!" ”

I bit my lower lip. Ignore him, ignore what he says. I admonished myself in my heart, even though his mean words almost made me faint. This perverted man just wants to humiliate Wei Jinlan, I am not Wei Jinlan's daughter, there is no need to automatically consciously bear his humiliation. I'm an adult from the 21st century with normal physical needs, and I wake up unaware that he's committing violence against this body, so why should I be ashamed? He is the one who rapes people, and he is the one who does the wrong thing, so he should be ashamed! Why should I be angry with myself and punish myself for other people's mistakes? No, I'm not ashamed!

Thinking of this, my heart is relaxed, everything in front of me is like a farce, I am just a theater audience, involved in watching a boring performance. I looked at the man, ignoring the sneer at the corner of his lips, and calmly met his beautiful black eyes without a trace of emotion. With such beautiful ......eyes, I laughed at it in my heart, but unfortunately, this man lowered three stars in my heart. This perverted man, if he knew that I was not Wei Jinlan's daughter at all, and that everything he did meant nothing to me at all, I am afraid that his cold eyes and expression would collapse immediately, I wonder if he could still say such disgusting words in his mouth at that time?

I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of this.

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