(Cat flutter Chinese) Luo Xi looked at his face obsessively, and heard it word for word in his ears and remembered it in his heart.

There are a total of five forces, the prison and the ministry are neutral, the Ministry of Commerce is on Jing Mulie's side, the household department is on Jing Mohao's side, and the rest should be sent to the military department...

"That's... And what about a military department? The military department should be the most important department, right? Will they help us? ”

When Jing Mohao heard this, he seemed to remember something, sank his gaze, and spit out, "It's hard to say." ”

"It's hard to say, is the military department also neutral?" Luo Xi couldn't figure it out.

If the military department is also neutral, then things are really difficult to handle, after all, it is Jing Mulie who is in power now, and these neutral factions will do things for the prince of the current dynasty.

Two against three can still be tried, but if it is one against four, I am afraid that it will be more auspicious.

Luo Xi just wanted to continue asking something, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a scar on the man's chest.

She never remembered that he had a scar on his body, was it really some inhuman torture?

"Ahh

Luo Xi ripped the man's shirt open to the end.

"Luo, Xi!" The man only felt a gust of wind pouring in, and Luo Xi moved too fast, and it was too late to stop him when he reacted.

had to expose all the wounds on his body to the air one by one, in front of the woman's eyes.

Luo Xi was stung by these deep and shallow pits, and his eyes instantly turned red.

These scars, each embedded in the flesh, with festering tangerine peel, pulled out of the new meat, are all mixed together, without any bandaging.

No wonder he refused to let himself take off his shirt just now, it turned out to be covering up these scars.

These scars, large and small, add up, there are fifty or sixty, covering Jing Mohao's chest and back, as if they are covered with fifty or sixty bloody mouths, which is shocking.

This is the so-called punishment of life is worse than death, right?

The knife pierces the skin and flesh and penetrates deep into the five internal organs, otherwise after a few years, why are these wounds still so bottomless.

Who came up with such a cruel punishment ...

If this person wasn't Jing Mohao, I'm afraid he would have been stabbed to death by these knives a long time ago...

This is the price that her Jing Mohao chose to pay in order to survive and have the opportunity to see herself again.

If he didn't have himself, he would rather choose to die heroically than choose to live a quiet life.

Without himself, he simply wouldn't have lost and wouldn't have had to be forced to face such a choice.

If he hadn't had himself, he wouldn't have the pain he has now, but would have sat in that highest position and dominated everything here.

Luo Xi was still thinking about how to compete with Jing Mulie, but he left it all behind at the moment.

At this moment, she just wants to hold a sharp knife, no matter who he is or what kind of power he has, she just wants to return all the suffering that his man has suffered.

Her fingertips trembled and touched the man's wound, and her lips couldn't help but tremble.

It took a lot of effort for Luo Xi to hold back her tears.

"Does it hurt?" A small voice like a slightly louder voice will exacerbate the man's pain.

"It doesn't hurt." The man didn't pause at all and replied directly to her.

Luo Xi raised his eyes, his eyelashes stirred the air, and with two teardrops, he fell on the man's chest and exploded into a golden flower.

Jing Mohao reached out and pinched her chin, and wiped her tears with his thumb.

"Crying for what? I said it doesn't hurt. ”

"How can it not hurt..."

"Because you're here," Jing Mohao kissed her lips, "Luoxi, your tranquilizer will always be effective for me." ”

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