It means that a cheap man like him is not worthy of her, but only worthy of being a male prostitute.

Baili Mojun's face was completely black, and he was about to step on her body with one foot, but she easily avoided it, "What? Cheap man, you can't speak, you will only solve it by force. She lay lazily on the ground, but there was not the slightest hint of vulgarity or filth.

"Someone, take this woman down and put her in a dungeon." If he is tossed by this, he will go crazy! I walked to the closet, and I took a piece of clothing and put it on casually.

"Yes."

"Don't touch me, Miss Ben will go by herself." As he spoke, he barely stood up from the ground and staggered forward step by step. Jun Feiyan, since your wings are so hard, then this king will break it.

"Call me until she admits defeat."

The thin body hung high in chains, his eyes were closed, and his burgundy hair was messily draped over his chest. The red robe was already flushed red, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or the original color.

Whip after whip rained down, and his clothes were in tatters, revealing the dark skin and fierce scars inside. Although the whole person looks decadent, he is tenacious and unwilling.

The red blood from the corners of his mouth poured down, giving the pale lips a hint of life.

"Miss Ben won't throw in the towel." Suddenly opened his eyes, and his pale golden eyes were extremely noble, exuding banter and playfulness.

Baili Mo, you will soon know that Miss Lu Daoben is not easy to mess with, and soon, you will pay the price you deserve.

"What are you guards for?" I don't know what Lu Dao is looking at those eyes, he will feel flustered inexplicably.

"Get out of here, and he'll fight by himself." He didn't believe it, this dead woman had a hard mouth and such a hard body.

Women are the most afraid of pain, and they are also the most beautiful.

Leaving a scar on a beautiful delicate body that will never go away, he doesn't mind, making this woman even uglier.

"Perverted." The cell door was opened, catching the thoughts in his eyes, and the corners of her mouth were faintly mocking.

This man on the battlefield is really a father who can only fight with him, and he doesn't have many brains.

Ha Luha, she laughed, laughed maniacally. Soon, he will see his expression of regret.

"It's hard to talk about." He raised the whip and whipped it on her body, very heavy and heavy.

Trying, to see a hint of fear or remorse in her surging eyes, or to hear a hint of her miserable cry.

But, unfortunately, he didn't hear anything, only stubborn eyes.

When his hands were sore, Baili Mo angrily smashed the whip on the ground, and looked at the dying woman with eagle-like eyes furiously.

"You're still not a woman."

"How...... Isn't it, cheap man, do you feel ashamed of yourself? Ha Luha, yes, I'm a woman, not a cheap woman, and you're not a man, you're a cheap man. "Just insult her indiscriminately, but she still doesn't keep her promise, it's not a cheap man, what is it?

"Come, throw her at the door, whoever dares to visit her, this king will definitely punish her heavily."

The cold wind, the disheveled woman, leaning against the gate, the blood still flowing down the stairs.

The gate was closed, and the street in front of it was deserted and silent, with no sign of human activity at all.

She cowered and looked up at the bright moon in the sky, as clear as water.