The cold and gloomy dungeon reverberates with a terrible wail.

In the torture room, there was an extra person hanging on the torture rack. This man is also a minion, and he was caught a few days ago with unclean hands and feet.

Now, he was hanging beside Qin'er, being whipped by Wei Fu himself with a thorn whip.

With a whip, the skin and flesh opened, the red flesh turned over, and the white ribs were visible. A thorn is a hole in blood. When the whip was withdrawn, there were strands of meat hanging from it, and even the most hard-hearted people would not bear to look at it when they saw it.

Qin'er was beside her, listening to the sound of the iron thorn whip whipping on the person's body, listening to the man's wail, imagining the scene where the whip was about to fall on herself, which was even more mentally tortured.

Wei Fu didn't dare to cut her easily, but he was able to make an example of her, and he did a good job.

"If you don't obey, that's the end!" Wei Fu sneered and said, "How much is the salary given to you in the house? You still have to steal things? Some people too, don't toast and don't eat and drink! I'll only give you three chances, and after three whips, you'll be next!"

He turned his head sharply and stared at Qin Er viciously.

Qin'er stared at him indifferently, not afraid at all: "You just rushed at me, why bother the innocent?"

Wei Fu sneered, looked at Qin'er, and slowly raised his right hand and fell fiercely. Bang, another whip was whipped on the minion, this time, the screams were even worse, and the person directly lost half of his face, terrifying as a ghost.

Syllable!

The third whip struck the man in the chest, shattering the sternum and spurting out a mouthful of blood. After a short wail, there was a gurgling sound in his throat, a mouthful of blood foamed against his throat, and the last breath was not lifted, his head drooped, and he never moved again.

Qin'er felt uncomfortable, but she couldn't agree to Wei Fu's request anyway. She would rather die than betray Wemo.

The bloody, cold and sharp iron whip touched the tip of Qin'er's nose, and the rust mixed with the smell of blood irritated her nasal cavity and almost vomited.

"Dead girl, you're done!" Wei Fu said coldly, slowly raised his hand, aimed at her beautiful face, and slammed it down.

Outside the door, Lingcui watched this scene quietly from inside the fence window, and with just a whip, the slut no longer had the capital to be arrogant. In the future, Young Master Dinghai will be wholeheartedly devoted to her.

Thinking of this, Lingcui's heart rejoiced.

Bang Dang!

A loud noise came from the entrance of the dungeon, followed by the pleading voice of the dungeon guard: "Young master, please stop, this is a dirty place, don't stain your boots!"

When Lingcui and Wei Fu heard this movement at the same time, their hearts were like a lead ingot, and they sank fiercely.

A few guards, naturally, couldn't stop the pace of anger.

Wei Dinghai was naked, and there were eight pieces of vajra wooden stacks hanging on his body. Beads of sweat condensed into thin ice in the cold, covering his body, crystal clear.

Wei Dingliang was not far away, and his follower Wei Dinghai hesitated to come forward along the way. But he has come here, and if he doesn't come in and look back, Wei Dinghai will definitely suspect him. Forget it, let's go in!

The more fiercely the guards stopped, the stronger Wei Dinghai's anger became, and he simply raised his foot and kicked at one of the guards with a bang.

Even though he only used three percent of his strength, the first-order and two-level guard still screamed miserably, his ribs were dented, and blood was spurting from his mouth. The body flew straight up, hit the wall hard, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, the other guards still had the heart to stop them, and they trembled one by one, kneeling on the ground and not daring to speak.

Wei Dinghai's face was pale, and he strode to the torture room inside, and happened to meet Ling Cui who ran out of the next room.

When Lingcui saw Wei Dinghai, she was so frightened that she hurriedly saluted: "My young master, what are you doing here?"

Wei Dinghai blushed, ignored it, and directly kicked open the door of the torture room. Wei Dingliang followed closely, and when he passed by Lingcui's side, he snorted heavily.

Ling Cui's heart tightened, her breathing was short, she was flustered, and she quickly thought of countermeasures.

Inside the door, Wei Fu was in a hurry, preparing to get the qin hanging from the torture rack.

Wei Dinghai saw the corpse next to him, and then looked at the suffering Qin'er, his heart was like a knife, and he shouted angrily: "Take away your dirty hands!"

Flew up and kicked Weffo in the ass. The guy was kicked and arched forward, and fell into a-eating.

Wei Fu is a first-order eightfold, and his strength is much higher than Wei Dinghai, but he didn't dare to dodge at all, so he could only grit his teeth and kneel on the ground: "Young Master, why are you here?"

Wei Dinghai ignored him, and directly stepped forward to put Qin'er down, she had been bound for a long time, her blood was blocked, her hands and feet were paralyzed and she couldn't stand steadily. As soon as he put it down, his feet went weak and he fell to the ground.

Wei Dinghai was heartbroken, and subconsciously stepped forward to help her, wanting to pick her up. Qin'er pushed with her hand: "Don't work for you." Her tone was very cold.

Wei Dingliang stepped forward: "Hai Shao, I'll come~" and went to help the piano and let her sit in the chair to rest.

Qin'er absolutely refused to let Wei Dinghai touch her, let alone hug her, Wei Dinghai was hurt, angry and embarrassed, and turned his head to sprinkle all his anger on Wei Fu.

Cracking sound!

After a wild fan, Wei Dinghai directly beat Wei Fu, who didn't dare to fight back, into a pig's head: "Who gave you the guts, you dare to set up a private torture hall!"

"Young master, young master, I ......" Wei Fu covered his face and defended his grievances, "I didn't set up a private torture hall, it was this girl who did it to other maids and violated the family rules." If you don't believe me, you go and ask Miss Lingcui. ”

Outside the door, Lingcui trembled, she knew Wei Dinghai too well, and secretly scolded Wei Fu in her heart, the wall grass, the eighteenth generation of ancestors were cursed.

Wei Dinghai shouted angrily: "Lingcui get in!"

Lingcui trembled, knelt on the ground and rubbed into the door: "Young master, Lingcui is here." ”

"Is what he said true?" Wei Dinghai pointed at Wei Fudao.

"Young master, Lingcui doesn't know what he's talking about!" Lingcui simply gritted her teeth and refused to admit it.

Cracking sound!

Wei Dinghai was another angry fan, poor Wei Fu became a scapegoat, and he didn't dare to resist when he had no strength. The one who was beaten by Wei Dinghai was miserable, his mouth and nose were bleeding, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and even Wei Dingliang couldn't bear to take a second look.

Of course, Wei Dingliang was still very happy in his heart: "You deserve it, let you usually be a prestige, we, the children of the Wei family, don't let go of your eyes if you have a lower status, you deserve it!"

Wei Dinghai knew that Wei Fu was his mother's henchman, and it was not easy to kill him, but he could fight as hard as he could.

After finishing, he pointed to Qin'er, stared at Wei Fu, word by word, and said coldly: "Remember, if you dare to touch a single hair of her in the future, I will definitely want you to live rather than die!"

The cold words made Wei Fu's heart palpitate, and he was busy lying on the ground, kowtowing to confess, and thanking his master for not killing.

After beating Wei Fu, Wei Dinghai ordered Wei Dingliang to send Qin'er back to the stable, and then led Cui back to Wufeng Garden. Since then, although Ling Cuiming is still a big girl in Wufengyuan, she no longer has the grace she used to be.

Wei Mo and Wei Zhong finally waited for Qin'er when it was dark. Seeing that Qin'er was almost unscathed except for some fright, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Master Mo, Ding Liang is fortunate not to be dishonored!" Wei Dingliang arched.

Wei Mo looked at him, tilted his head and asked, "I'm just an outcast who has been treated coldly, why are you helping me so much?"

"Young Master Mo, you are wrong. Wei Dingliang said, "You are not an abandoned child, you are just a tiger falling in Pingyang and a dragon trapped in the shallows." Dingliang believes in his own vision, so he will try his best to help you. I'm not a righteous man, but I'm definitely not an evil villain, let alone an ignorant fool. ”

"Cut!" Wei Mo smiled, "Anyway, thank you, go back first, I will repay you later." ”

"Yes, Young Master Mo, Dingliang farewell!" Wei Dingliang arched his hand again and turned to leave.

Looking at his broad and fat back, Wei Mo rubbed his nose and said to himself, "This guy looks fat and stupid, but his head is brighter than most people. ”

Looking at Qin'er, who had loose hair and a haggard face, he secretly swore in his heart: "The person who harmed you, I must pay him back a hundred times after the trial." ”