When he woke up, the snow-white wall broke into his eyes, his dry lips were glued together, and when he spoke, he was torn painfully, "What about him?" ”

There were only her and Ding Yicheng in the ward, and Yu Huanxi couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in her heart.

Ding Yicheng shook up the hospital bed and handed her a glass of warm water, "The young master has gone to deal with things, and he will come over soon." ”

"Hmm." Yu Huanxi clenched the water cup with both hands, lowered his head and took a sip, Yu Guang glimpsed the large and small scars on his hands, and the scenes in the abandoned factory were looping in his mind with lightning speed.

The uncle pounced on herself, wanting to do that to herself, and she picked up the stone on the ground and threw it at the uncle, and then the dagger that the uncle carried with him stabbed her in the waist.

In order not to let the uncle succeed, she has been gritting her teeth and struggling, if she has a trace of relaxation, I am afraid that her innocence will be gone.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered the incident of the junior high school student, if it wasn't for Ning Jia to protect her, her innocence would have been gone at that time.

"I'm glad you're alright, right?"

The water in the cup was spilled out with trembling, Ding Yicheng hurriedly took the cup away, and controlled Yu Huanxi's two trembling wrists with one hand.

"I'm fine." She barely raised a smile, her fingers gradually retracted, trying not to shake her hands.

The fear of the aftermath was eating her away, and she couldn't control her fear.

"I want to be quiet."

Ding Yicheng let go of Yu Huanxi and tucked the quilt for her, "I'm just outside, I screamed if something happened." ”

Yu Huanxi nodded, obviously a little absent-minded.

……

Amano Sanso, dungeon.

The first step into this place is only two words that come to mind: gloomy.

It's like an ancient prison, the walls are covered with all kinds of torture instruments, and there are no people who have been tortured to death here, and they are usually tortured to the point of being carried out half-dead, and rarely get their lives directly in the dungeon.

But today, there should be exceptions.

The uncle who was brought back from the abandoned factory was tied to the cross, and although he had not yet been tortured, he was already very weak, after all, he was stoned by Yu Huanxi.

"Chop off his hands."

The young man's indifferent and bloodthirsty voice suddenly sounded.

Tian Lao, who was accompanying him, was slightly stunned, "Young Master, have you thought clearly?" ”

The young master was still in the eyes of a bloodthirsty yin owl, he had taken the dagger himself, and the sharp blade was chilling in the light, "He moved my people, damn it." ”

Soon, someone took the dagger in Fu Monian's hand, "Young Master, do you have to cut both?" ”

"Cut off both feet, cut there." Fu Mo Nian didn't give half of his eyes to the man tied to the cross, he only came here to appreciate the pain of a person hovering and struggling on the verge of death, not to see the living.

The man who took the dagger motioned for three more people, there were many people and great strength, and they did their best to carry out the young master's orders perfectly.

"Fu Monian, you are really ruthless." The man spoke slowly, without fear, only mockery, "Compared with Fu Wenhua, Fu Wenhua has to bow down to you." ”

When he was in his twenties, he was fortunate to contact Fu Wenhua, Fu Wenhua gave him a very kind feeling, but he was very ambitious, all in all, he and Fu Monian were two extremes.

"You forced me to do this, didn't you?" Fu Mo Nian picked up the dagger again, raised his hand and threw it, and stabbed it directly on the wood next to the man's ear, "How do you feel, do you like it?" "White teeth, bones-eater.

The man sneered, "Anyway, I've lived enough, and besides, your woman has been touched by me, and it's worth it to die." ”