"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Gu Beiyan chuckled, "Anyway, it's very suitable for a demonic man like you." ”

"It sounds like you don't like it, and I just don't want to see it. It's a pity that this kind of thing can't be washed off if it is carved. So, how about I help you? ”

Gu Bei's tone was mocking, "Have you given me the right to refuse?" ”

"Of course not," Yi Ling picked up the iron-scorched clip from the charcoal brazier seemingly casually.

Thinking of An Ranxi gently rubbing Gu Beiyan's black hair...

"Come here. Cut his hair. ”

"Yes, young master."

Gu Beiyan always had a smile that seemed to be a smile, he was now a fish on a board, at the mercy of others.

Although it was he who jumped into the pit himself.

Strands of soft black hair fell on the ground in front of Gu Beiyan, and Zhongli Yiling sat on the only clean chair in front of him, knocking his legs and drinking tea, as comfortable as he wanted.

"Rest assured, he's professional. Definitely will cut you a handsome board inch head. ”

"Even if you shave me, she still likes me."

Gu Beiyan said to Yiling in front of him in a tone of under-beatenness, and sure enough, his face changed.

Soon the man in black withdrew his hand, and the flower on his forehead was even more bewitching.

Yiling slowly stepped forward and took the iron tongs back into his hand, and in the slightly cool air, the soldering iron that had been roasted red at the top was steaming hot.

As soon as Zhongli raised the soldering iron in his hand, he pressed it out to the corner of Gu Beiyan's forehead.

Not long after, the air smelled of burnt flesh and skin, and there was a sound of "zizi".

Gu Beiyan didn't move in place, if it weren't for the hands tied to both sides tightly clenched into fists, except for the obvious green tendons on it, others would even think that what was pressed on his forehead was just an ordinary piece of iron.

Zhongli Yiling not only did not show mercy to his subordinates, but maliciously crushed up and down that place.

The cold sweat on Gu Beiyan's forehead dripped down his chin and fell to the ground, and soon a small piece of water stall was formed.

During the whole process, there was not even a muffled snort.

When Yi Ling threw the cooled soldering iron back into the iron furnace, Gu Beiyan seemed to hear the sound of his teeth trembling.

"That's it! But it's really boring, I haven't heard anything! You can bear it, I originally wanted to record it back for my second sister, but it seems that this wish will not come true. ”

"Yes, you tell her for me, I miss her very much." Gu Beiyan still smiled, "If you want to hear her tell me, she also wants me." ”

As soon as Gu Beiyan finished speaking, he immediately closed his eyes, the blood on the corner of his forehead was mixed with cold sweat, and the wound was mixed with sweat, this feeling was really sour, he hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

As soon as he heard "duang", he slammed the iron door and said to the person standing by the door, "Find a doctor to treat his wound and take out the bullet by the way." It's not fun to die. ”

"Yes, young master."

Yi Ling glanced at Gu Beiyan inside, and snorted softly, he was still dragging him like this at this time, if he wasn't afraid that if he died, he would have to deal with the American gangsters alone, and he would have been killed a long time ago.

And what Gu Beiyan thought was that if Zhongli Yiling, a despicable villain, didn't threaten him with An Ranxi, Zhongli Yiling wouldn't be arrogant in front of him now!