"What are you trying to do with me? Haven't you hurt me enough? You have the ability to let me go, see if I don't tear you alive! I'm going to pluck out your tongue and see how you chant!" Gouge out your eyes and see how you seduce men! ”

"Fenghua, slap your mouth first." Yan Zenyi only glanced at her faintly, and then looked at the little girl who was trembling in the corner.

The maid's legs were stained with blood, almost the entire trouser leg was dyed red, her face was as white as paper but swollen, the clear palm prints on her cheeks were layered on top of each other, and only her eyes were still blinking faintly, and she looked really dying.

"Fenghua, do you have medicine on you?" Yan Zenyi's face was silent, but he still felt a little unbearable in his heart.

This little maid looks a little younger than herself, how can Li Qien treat a child like this?

Fenghua is a big sister character who is planning ahead, and she always carries some good medicine for Fengyue configuration.

Yan Zenyi took the small porcelain vase from Fenghua's hand, walked to the little maid's side, squatted down and whispered to the trembling little maid, "I don't know if I can save you, if you can still live, are you willing to follow me?" ”

The little maid didn't know if she understood it, and blinked her eyes almost invisibly, as if she was going to lose her breath in the next moment.

Yan Zenyi looked at this little girl, and wondered if her father and mother would be heartbroken when they saw her like this. Finally, he sighed lightly, poured out a pill from the porcelain bottle, and stuffed it into the little girl's mouth.

"Fenghua, you take this maid back to the palace and hand it over to Fengyue for treatment." After Yan Zenyi finished instructing lightly, he looked back at Li Qien, whose face was already swollen, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Fenghua hesitated for a while, but still picked up the maid on the ground and walked towards the door.

Originally, Yan Zenyi was just disgusted with Li Qien, but when she saw the little maid's cringeful appearance covered in bruises, she remembered that if she fell into her hands, I am afraid that the end would only be hundreds of times worse than this maid.

Such a thought instantly chilled her spine, Wei Youchen was right, dealing with people like Li Qien who don't treat others as human beings, they can only never suffer in the future. Killing her is simply eliminating harm for the people!

Yan Chanyi looked coldly at the torture instruments on the wall, and casually took off a short whip.

"What do you want to do! You slut! You're still trying to kill me here? Li Qien looked at the whip in Yan Zenyi's hand, screaming fiercely, but his body shrank back almost invisibly, and he raised his neck and said viciously, "This is the capital!" You slut don't know who my dad is! If you dare to beat me, I will tell my father to kill you! ”

Yan Zenyi no longer hesitated, and went down directly with a whip. She didn't think about letting her go anymore, so she didn't care where the whip would go.

A whip went down, and it was passing through Li Qien's twisted and hideous cheeks, and Li Qien screamed in pain in an instant, "Ah! Slut! How dare you slap my face! You slut! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you with my own hands! I'm going to chop up your hooves and feed them to the dogs! ”

Yan Chanyi sneered, looking at a bloody wound on Li Qien's face, Yan Chanyi only felt that his strength was insufficient. Without saying a word, he raised the second whip, and this time, it was ten percent of his strength and aimed at his face and pumped it.

Li Qien's originally messy face was marked with a crimson cross at this moment, and his face was even more distorted and hideous. The whip was so hard and precise that her nose bones were torn off, and her whole nose was tilted to one side, looking a little horrible and a little funny.

"Slut, you let me down! I'll kill you! I'm going to strip you naked and throw you at the door of the Goolan Courtyard! Let all the men in the world prostitute you for nothing! You! You! Fortunately, Li Qien's mouth was not crooked, and his words were clear and ruthless.

Yan Chanyi listened to her clamor indifferently, and made up for it every now and then, until Li Qien no longer had the strength to scold, lowered his head, and hummed softly with more breath and less breath, Yan Zenyi dropped the whip in his hand.

"If you're done, I'll send you on your way. It's a pity that you didn't have a single useful word in your last words, but it was hard for me to listen to it here for a long time. Yan Zenyi casually walked back to the wall full of torture instruments, and looked at it carefully, as if he couldn't decide which torture instrument to choose.

"You slut! You're going to kill me! Li Qien's face at this time was completely devoid of human form, and he was still saying cruel words in his mouth, but his swollen eyes reflected a light of fear.

Li Qien seemed to be choked by the blood in her mouth, coughed heavily, and a light yellow urine stain appeared under her feet, she trembled and said, "You have tortured me like this, do you still have to put me to death?" Am I wrong, okay? You...... You...... Will you let me go......"

Yan Zenyi's heart was not soft for a moment, thinking of the appearance of almost suffocating under the water today, thinking of the dying maid who had just been taken away by Fenghua, and Yan Zenyi didn't believe a word about her begging for mercy.

She still searched the torture wall for the weapon in her hand, in fact, the fastest was the knife, she knew, she didn't take the knife for a long time, just because her hand was trembling lightly in the wide sleeve.

She didn't know if she was trembling because she was too tired to swing the whip, or because she was about to use her own hand to end another person's life.

Wei Weichen waited outside the window of the torture room from the moment Yan Zenyi swung his first whip.

He heard her silence, and he heard her whip swing mercilessly. looked at her back frozen in front of the wall of torture instruments, looked at her wide sleeves trembling slightly, and looked at her silent hesitation.

"You let me go, I won't provoke you again! I was wrong! Words Zen clothes! Miss Yan! I was wrong! I beg you! I'm two months away from getting married! I don't want to die! I'm still young! Can't you forgive me this time? I was wrong! I was so wrong! I admit my mistake! I apologize! If you let go of me, will I kowtow to you? Li Qien was still crying wolf, and the chains that held her were rattling because of her fierce struggle.

Yan Zenyi finally made up his mind and took down the short sword on the wall. After taking a few deep breaths, he put away the blankness between his eyebrows and walked towards Li Qien with an indifferent face.

"Don't! No! Words Zen clothes! You slut! If you kill me, my dad won't let you go! You stinky bitch! Woowoo...... Don't! My husband is about to be your brother's brother-in-law, and we are a family! Don't! Please! Leave me alone! ”

Yan Zenyi paused slightly, and the three words of family seemed to really shake her.

The door behind him was pushed open with a creak, and Yan Zenyi's hand, which was still trembling slightly, was wrapped into a warm big palm.

The big hand clenched her little hand, helping her firmly grasp the short sword in her hand, and the other big hand held her waist and took her two steps forward, and the hand holding the sword waved at will, and pulled out two beautiful sword flowers.

Yan Zenyi only saw the sword shadow flickering in front of her, and then her waist was cold, and the hand that originally held her waist covered her eyes steadily. She could still hear the sound of blood spraying, the piercing snort of the dying man, and even the warm blood spraying onto her face.

She was stunned, trying to shut down her five senses, she didn't know if she was doing the right thing, and she didn't know who to ask. She wanted to catch a glimpse of the man who had just died under her sword, and she wanted to pretend that nothing had happened.

She remembered the man who held her hand, and had killed a man for herself not long ago. She should have done her own thing, but she expected that she would hesitate at this moment.

Should she thank him? Right?

The hand holding the sword gradually loosened, and the sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and Yan Zenyi came back to his senses for a moment, and then was dragged into the familiar embrace. The embrace was firm and resolute, just right to isolate her from her unwanted face.

The disgusting smell of blood made her want to vomit, but it was quickly diluted by the familiar scent that was close to her.

It wasn't until the big warm hand came to wipe the corners of her eyes that she realized that there were tears on her face.

She looked up at Wei Youchen a little dazedly, there was a drop of red blood sprayed on Wei Chen's lips, she instinctively wanted to use her thumb to brush away that drop of red, but the red was more and more rubbed, dyeing Wei Youchen's entire lip flap blood.

She finally remembered that she should wipe it with a silk handkerchief, but there was no veil in the new dress.

Yan Zenyi pulled up his wide sleeves and wiped them on his lips. Finally, the blood-colored lips of the dust were wiped and faded, but because of too much force, the thin lips of the dust were wiped out of the skin, and the red threads overflowed.

Yan Zenyi finally couldn't help but cry, and muttered while crying, "I'm sorry." ”

She's not Li Qien, but it doesn't seem to make a difference.

Weichen quietly cried with her, he knew that she might not be able to do it, so he held her sword. He knew that dead people were ugly, so he covered her eyes. He knew she was scared, so he hugged her gently.

She's saying she's sorry, and so is his heart. It's because he's not strong enough that she needs to face this.

He picked up the man who couldn't stop crying, and walked out of the torture room slowly.

I'm sorry, his heart contracted violently at this unspeakable sorry. Looking at the little girl leaning on his chest, her eyes getting swollen the more she cried, and there was a faint stinging pain at the tip of his heart.

It was already nighttime outside, and the moonlight was obscured by shadowy trees, and only the sparse light narrowly passed by, shining on the ground that had been nothing, and turned into a strange shape, illuminating the dust of the ground.

In the dense forest, there were loud calls, and tiny fireflies were playing lanterns in confusion, not knowing what they were looking for.

Wei Youchen hugged Yan Zen clothes and sat quietly under the tree. He wanted to wait for her to calm down, he wanted to accompany her, he wanted to hold her quietly like this.

He was willing to cry as long as she wanted. She wanted to be quiet for as long as he wanted, and he was willing to wait.