Deeply sunken eyes, in which there is a rich incredulity.

"I know that there is an interesting place in Mr. Zhuo's villa, and Mr. Zhuo is playing with others in that room, I don't know if I have experienced it myself?"

There was a sweet smile on the corner of Ling Xuxu's mouth, but there was a burst of coldness in his eyes.

"Ahem, ahem—don't."

Mr. Zhuo's coughing couldn't stop, he looked towards Sikong Delirium on the side, and saw that his eyes softened and looked at Ling Xuxu, and he didn't have any extra eyes to look at himself at all.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—"

There was a feeling of sullenness in my heart, and then a violent cough, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

"Drag him up for me."

Ling Xuxu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he didn't move a little when he looked at Mr. Zhuo like this.

is originally the scum of human beings, and such a person does not deserve sympathy at all.

Ling Xuxu took Sikong Delirium into the villa together, and the people they brought with him, as if they were carrying a corpse, took Mr. Zhuo in together.

The people in the villa didn't dare to say anything.

When he arrived at the upstairs room, which showed fingerprints, Ling Xuxu glanced at it, raised his foot, and kicked the door open with ten great force.

The door went down with a loud noise, and in the midst of the puffs of smoke, I saw a girl inside, undressed, dying on a shelf.

Her hands were tied, and her feet were on tiptoe due to her lack of height.

On the snow-white skin, there were scars, red and purple, and some of the ground was bitten and bloody.

She was still wearing a dog collar around her neck, and she was probably unconscious, and such a loud noise at this time did not wake her up from it.

Ling Xuxu asked people to save the girl, and asked people to tie up Mr. Zhuo.

Mr. Zhuo's height is shorter than that of the girl just now, and his hands are tied and hung on it. The legs swayed in the air.

"Slut, let me down."

Because of the pain, Mr. Zhuo began to speak without words.

"Smack. Syllable. Smack—"

Ling Xuxu took the whip with spikes on one side and threw it heavily on Mr. Zhuo's body.

Her strength was already great, and there were nails on the whip, so Mr. Zhuo's clothes were whipped by the whip after a while, and they were shattered, and the bare skin was also pitted and bloody.

"Ahhhhh

Mr. Zhuo's face turned pale in pain, he usually likes to play S.M, and that is also his abuse of others, and he doesn't like to be abused.

It hurts, it almost hurts him to death.

"It's really noisy."

Ling Xuxu frowned, and the guards on the side immediately understood and picked up a ball from the table.

The ball was still stained with blood, and I didn't know what it was for, but in the next second, the guard stuffed the ball into Mr. Zhuo's mouth. Barry.

Mr. Zhuo's eyes widened suddenly, his mind swayed, and his mouth was stumbling.

Ling Xuxu dropped the whip.

"Tired."

Sikong Yu reached out and grabbed her waist and asked softly.

"Not tired, but a little nauseous."

Ling Xuxu said aggrievedly.

"Well, someone will throw him into the dark web, although no one will like him like him, but that kind of cruel heart, it doesn't matter."

Sikong's arrogant and gloomy eyes swept over Mr. Xinzhuo's body.

"Woo-woo-"

Mr. Zhuo was anxious to explain, but there was a ball in his mouth, and he couldn't speak at all.