She had always been at the top of the Lan Clan, and she had never had such an embarrassed and humble posture, so she struggled to her feet. The people who grabbed her refused to let her go, and pressed her to death.

Then her jaw was lifted, which was an extraordinarily frivolous action, and she felt the cold temperature of this finger, "Gong Nanmu is quite dedicated, and he is recovering well." The man's voice was soft, even smiling, a tone that was slightly satisfying and extraordinarily oppressive. She tilted her head to avoid the finger, disgusted.

"And the strength to resist," the man in front of him snorted, withdrew his hand, pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers. He was indeed the owner of the ship, and no one resisted as he spoke, "What about Gong Nanmu, let him come in person and leave this one down." The silk handkerchief he had wiped was thrown in front of Lan Qingchuan.

He turned around and left, there was a heavy woody fragrance between his clothes, Lan Qingchuan listened to his gentle footsteps, and suddenly said hoarsely, "There is another person." Pressed to the deck to gasp, she repeated, "There's another man, you throw me down with him." ”

The man stopped his footsteps and turned his head to look at her, "You're telling me the conditions?" Why? He seemed to be intrigued, and walked up to her again. This girl from a prominent background has probably never suffered such a humble predicament. She must have maintained a graceful calm and grace all along, as you can tell by the straight back. He stepped forward, grabbed her thin neck, and looked at her coldly. Lan Qingchuan's clothes were still the same as they were a few days ago, and they were torn apart by those people in distress, revealing their slender collarbones and waist. Most of the pants were torn from the ankles, and the bruises on the legs were still there. As if sensing his gaze, she curled her body tighter. He shoved her down again, the impact was so loud that she coughed in pain.

"Go on." His hand reached for her shoulder again, and with a force of his arm, he tore off half of her sleeve, her blouse was knitted, and the wool that tore it tightly wrapped around her snow-white arm, and soon there were red marks. She took a painful breath, desperately dodging his cold palm, she was terrified in her heart, but she didn't want to show weakness, "I'm going to die anyway, I'll die with him." What kind of condition is this, what can I threaten you. ”

Gong Chiruo withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "It's not a small courage." Lan Qingchuan only felt a pain in his cheeks, and as soon as the ear wind passed, he was slapped on the face. Gong Shu Leng withdrew his hand, and her strength was not small, and the corners of her mouth turned red. Gong Chiruo glanced at him, "Go, untie it for her." With a smile on his lips, "The other one has already been thrown away." You can jump down yourself, and if you don't live, you will be martyred for him. His voice didn't rise or fall, it was obviously so bloody and cruel. He watched coldly at Gong Shu cutting the rope of her hands and feet, she had no strength after the previous action, and she looked extremely weak.

"You are the only woman who angers me, and you must be proud. Miss Blue. ”

The light gradually appeared in front of her, and she opened her eyes with her eyelids open, and the blue sky was in sight. Her eyes were a little moist, and they were white when she was pulled up. She fixed her eyes and saw a lot of people around her, dressed in black, guarding this deck with expressionless faces. Standing in front of her was a young boy, a half-breed with dark green eyes and angular eyes, and he held her with great strength. And the man whose voice sounded harsh and indifferent still had a layer of youthful appearance, so cruel and cruel, but he had an extremely beautiful face. Such a stunning beauty is almost a disaster that erodes people's hearts.