People are careless, and horses stumble.

Tang Jiaren, who has been fighting with masters, was put down by his own people.

Speaking of which, it's no wonder that Xia Jian, why did the beauty faint blood?

Who can you talk to about this?

Sure enough, as Hugh Xiu said, no one is perfect.

When Tang Jiaren woke up, she didn't open her eyes immediately, but sighed.

Although she has no experience in the rivers and lakes, her stomach is full of bad water, oh, wrong, it is a trick for the enemy.

She felt her body shaking, the sound of wheels rolling in her ears, her body was not bound, and she didn't notice anything unusual. It seems that the person who came was very conceited, and didn't think that she could turn the river and the sea, so he didn't even bother to seal her acupoint.

That's kind of insulting. The woman who does not stop the door, how can she be underestimated?!

Tang Jiaren had something on his face, and his breathing was not very smooth, obviously someone had put a cloth on him, blocking his vision.

This is...... What do you mean? I don't tie her up, but I don't want her to see her surroundings clearly. Do you want to kill her? What do you want to do by killing her and plundering her? They are very confused.

Tang Jiaren opened her eyes, and there was darkness in front of her, and she couldn't see anything. She listened carefully again, and didn't notice the other people's breathing, but she didn't think that she was the only one in the car, and no one else.

This made Tang Jiaren quite worried and felt bad.

Although she didn't know where the other party came from, she was so ruthless this time, she would definitely not be invited to eat, drink and have fun. In that case, then she ...... It's okay not to go.

Tang Jiaren brewed her feelings for a while, and just as she was about to make a move, she heard the carriage stop, and she continued to pretend to be unconscious without any sense of disobedience.

Hong Xiazi, an old woman in a green shirt, lifted the curtain, grabbed Tang Jiaren's back belt, like dragging a dead pig, easily lifted her in her hand, and walked under the car.

Tang Jiaren can also pretend, but she let herself soften into a ball, without any sobriety.

The old man in the green shirt, Lu Yeji, said: "This person's master is useful, don't hurt it." ”

Hong Xiazi directly threw Tang Jiaren up and said, "Then you carry it." ”

Lu Yeji caught Tang Jiaren and continued to walk.

Tang Jiaren felt that she was treated as a dead fish, grass through her mouth, and she was lifted in her hands, waiting for the fate of being scaled, disemboweled, and put in the pot.

Luckily, the girdle that had been tied around her abdomen was about to break; Unfortunately, there are two masters by her side, and it is not easy to escape.

For the first time, Tang Jiaren was worried about her fate.

She wants to find Xiuxiu, why is it so difficult?!

Lu Ye slipped Tang Jiaren and walked with Hongxiazi to a private house that seemed to be a little rich and peaceful.

The heavy door closed, isolating Tang Jiaren from the outside world.

In a stone room, under the bluestone walls, knelt four bronze ladies half a person high. They have lowered their beautiful eyebrows and eyes, holding glass lamps in their hands, and their faces are beautiful, their expressions are pious, and their looks are lifelike.

On the bluestone wall, some exquisite lamps are suspended, exuding a soft halo, but it does not change the gloom and weirdness of the stone room.

On the six steps, the green yarn hangs low, and a finely carved collapse looms.

There is a whole sheet of colorful tigers on the collapse, which is obviously not something that ordinary people can enjoy.

On the tiger skin, there is a person sitting.

The man was dressed in a cream-white robe with a hook and gold rimm, and his face was covered with half an emerald mask, which was bright red. There was a strand of gray hair in his hair, showing three points of age and seven points of flowing. His long hair was tied up in half, and he meticulously buttoned the crown of Dongzhu's hair. He leaned on a pillow with one leg propped up, and played with his thumb and forefinger in a small, delicate wine glass, pouring himself a drink.

On both sides of the brocade-robed man, there were four people standing on each side, all wearing black-faced masks, standing with their hands in their hands, and their momentum was compelling.

The secret door opened, Hua Fanmo walked to the front of the steps step by step, knelt down on his knees, crossed his palms on the ground, put his forehead on his arms, and bowed, "Welcome master." ”

In the green yarn, on the tiger skin, the brocade-robed man drank the wine in the cup, lowered his eyes to look at Hua Fanmo, looked at it twice, and said softly: "You didn't do well on this errand this time, which made this king very disappointed." ”

Hua Fanmo said: "It's a negligence, please punish the master." ”

The brocade-robed man sighed lightly and said, "The rules have to stand up." You are the king's man, so naturally you can't slack off. Fanmo is delicate, if you let someone else do it, this king will chop off his hand and avenge Fanmo. In this way, this king can only do it himself. Fanink, you don't resent this king, do you? ”

Hua Fanmo's body tensed instantly, but he said, "I am willing to be punished." ”

The brocade-robed man stood up and stretched out his right hand.

The black-faced man standing behind the brocade-robed man immediately pulled out a long black whip and handed it to the brocade-robed man with both hands.

Another black-faced man lifted the green veil, and the brocade-robed man walked down the stairs with his head held high, came to Hua Fanmo, and said softly: "I'll punish you with thirty lashes, and have a long memory." ”

Hua Fan Mo said: "Thank you." ”

The brocade-robed man said: "I still listen to you call the master, it can make this king happy." ”

Hua Fanmo said: "Thank you, master." "Straighten up, kneel on the ground, and wait for the punishment.

The brocade-robed man lifted Hua Fanmo's chin with a whip and forced him to look at himself, and then said, "Do you know that this king hates your makeup-covered face the most?" ”

Hua Fanmo said: "Xijin Yiwei came to find the sixth prince, and his subordinates didn't have a chance to wash off these rouges. ”

The brocade-robed man snorted coldly and said, "Undress!" Don't spoil such good material. ”

Hua Fanmo's fingers trembled, and finally untied the belt, took off the outer robe and obscene clothes, and gently coiled up the long hair, and tied it back with a hairpin, revealing a scarred back and a slender and graceful neck.

In the candlelight, the scars take on different shades of color, old and new, intertwined, but the old and the new cannot be replaced.

Hua Fanmo's waist is more slender than that of a woman, just looking at the back, you will definitely think that this is a peerless beauty.

These hideous scars, although ugly, give a strong visual impact. Beautiful, bloody, weak, violent, and cross-cutting a unique fragrance.

The brocade-robed man's breathing was heavy.

He reached out and gently stroked Hua Fanmo's back.

Hua Fanmo's body tensed, his little thumb trembled slightly, and he said loudly: "Please punish the master!" ”

The brocade-robed man's eyes were cold, he smiled, and said, "It seems that you are impatient." Very good. After letting go of the long whip and circling Hua Fanmo, he suddenly raised the whip and slapped it Hua Fanmo's back.

Hua Fanmo let out a muffled snort, threw himself forward, and fell to the ground.

Blood oozed from the wound on his back, running down his spine, through the waistband of his pants, and into the thighs.

The second and third lashes fell immediately after, without mercy.

Hua Fanmo clenched his fists, sweat dripping down, and the muffled snort in his mouth became fragmented.

The brocade-robed man seemed to be enjoying the process, so he took a deep breath and said, "It's still your taste that pleases this king." ”

Four, five, and six whips fell one after another, and Hua Fenmo's makeup was spent, mixed with sweat dripping on his palm, and a dirty little flower bloomed, just like him.

The smell of blood and cruelty floated in the air, but Hua Fanmo refused to smell it, he turned off all his senses and treated it as if he were dead.

Sadly, he can't die, he still has concerns.

When the brocade-robed man whipped down the seven lashes, he roared angrily: "This king asked you to catch rabbits, but you are blind and can't tell the difference between the real and the fake. What does this king want you to do?! The eighth whip was whipped, "The rabbit has obviously run in front of you, but you have been blinded and let the person go!" If it weren't for you, the king would have let him survive and not die! ”

Hua Fanmo gritted his teeth and said, "Powder ink...... Know your mistakes. ”

The brocade-robed man whipped down the ninth whip, and said with a strange smile: "Okay, it's good if you know your mistakes, be punished obediently, and let this king hurt you." ”

Hua Fanmo said: "Fan Mo invites ten whips, please let the prince dissipate his anger." ”

The brocade-robed man said angrily: "Good! You're good! "Raise the black whip in your hand, and you will pull it down.

At this time, two people walked through the secret door. One of them also carried a chubby man in his hand.

Lu Ye traced: "Master, someone brought it." ”

Hong Xiazi said: "If it's inconvenient for the master, I'll quit first." ”

The brocade-robed man threw down the black long whip, walked into the green yarn, sat on the tiger skin, and poured himself a glass of wine before saying, "Put on your clothes, and remember your punishment first." ”

At this time, letting you get dressed is tantamount to smoking another twenty lashes!

When the blood dries up, the tender flesh is connected to the clothes, and trying to tear off the clothes is like tearing the flesh, which can be called torture.

However, Hua Fanmo didn't say a word, just stretched out his wet hand, grabbed his clothes, tightened his fingers a little bit, grabbed it into his palm, and then gritted his teeth, put the robe on his body, fastened the belt, stood up, stepped aside, and stood with his eyes down.

Hong Xiazi saw that Lu Yeji's eyes fell on Hua Fanmo's body, and immediately shook her face and scolded in a low voice: "Old pervert! ”

Lu Yeji immediately retracted his eyes and scolded in a low voice: "What are you talking about!" Looking at the brocade-robed man in the green yarn, "Master, our two old things are fortunate to have brought back ...... ”

Before the words fell, Tang Jiaren's belt broke, and she fell directly to the ground, letting out a muffled snort. Yes, I can't continue to pretend to be unconscious.

As soon as Tang Jiaren landed, she immediately pretended to be cowardly, and roared in a trembling voice: "Am I blind?" Why can't I see it? He reached out and pulled the black cloth bag on his head.

Hong Xiazi and Lu Yeji shot at the same time, each pressing one of Tang Jiaren's shoulders.

Hong Xiazi sneered: "I'm not blind yet!" I don't know after a while. ”

Tang Jiaren took a sharp breath and exclaimed, "What person?!" Let go, what are you holding on to? ”

Hua Fanmo's eyelids trembled slightly, shaking off a round bead of sweat. He raised his eyes in silence and looked at Tang Jiaren. His eyes were cold, as if he didn't know how much pain his body was.

Hong Xiazi and Lu Yeqi unloaded Tang Jiaren's two arms at the same time, preventing her from taking off the black cloth bag.

Tang Jiaren screamed: "Ah! "Sweat soaked through my clothes in an instant. She's grown up and she's never been guilty of this.