Steward Wang was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't disobey the old man's order, nodded heavily, and went to the side hall to bring the whip that the old man had hung on the wall for a long time and had not taken off.

Taking the whip handed over by Steward Wang, the old man stroked it carefully, holding the handle in his hand, and shook the whip in the air, making a rustling sound, with a fierce murderous aura.

Zheng Chenheng watched the old man hold the leather whip tightly, looking at him coldly, the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, but Zheng Xichen, who was over there, turned pale, trembling his lips and muttered: "What is the old man going to do, what is he going to do?" ”

Fang Lin glanced at him complicatedly, pursed his lips, and called his name softly: "Xichen, don't panic!" ”

"Was he going to hit him? Is he going to hit him with that thing in his hand? Zheng Xichen looked at Fang Lin with a painful expression and asked, the pain and disbelief in his eyes made Fang Lin look uncomfortable, but he just lowered his head and didn't speak.

Zheng Xichen shook his head, put his eyes on the screen, and looked at Zheng Chenheng kneeling there with disdain, a pair of deep and deep eyes, looking at the old man without a trace of fear. He didn't speak, and the old man was even more annoyed, and he could see his persistence and stubbornness.

"You're not afraid, you're not afraid, you're not afraid of what I do! Hmph, I don't need you to be afraid, you are rebellious, I will let you be whipped! "The old man doesn't care about his provocation and arrogance, his purpose is not to make him afraid, but to wait for when another person will be unbearable.

Saying this, the old man's action was raised, and the whip fell on Zheng Chenheng's back fiercely, the force on the whip was very great, and he could clearly hear the sound of pumping on his back and falling on the flesh through his clothes, so dull and heavy.

Zheng Chenheng's body stood still, his proud head was raised high, and he looked directly at the old man without the slightest emotion, his broad and majestic back was as straight as that, and he did not waver in the slightest because of the whip.

Because when I came to the house in the morning, my coat had receded, and only a dark cotton sweater was left on my body, and if I wore it thinly, the whip would be more painful when I pulled it on my body. The scars were imprinted on the skin, and you could feel the burning pain, burning the entire body.

Zheng Chenheng clenched his fists, did not show weakness or compromise, and the old man whipped harder than the whip. Gradually, the clothes worn on his body were already tattered, and cracks broke out one after another, and the cracks were quickly dyed with color, and with the fall of the next whip, they turned into a shocking red.

Zheng Xichen pressed his head with his hands and sat on the ground dejectedly, the tears in his eyes kept falling. His eyes were in pain, he hadn't slept for a day and a night, staring at the glaring screen in this dimly lit space today. The exhaustion of the eyes has been overloaded, and now they are holding tears in such pain, and the red and painful eyes are stinging, and they are gradually a little blurry, but they are opened to the limit, staring at the screen.

Watching the whip fall again and again, cutting scars on the man's body, the blood had begun to spill out, and his clothes had already been soaked and stained. The whip fell on the man's body, but it was more painful than it fell on him, and it rose and fell again and again, as if it was cutting flesh on his heart, a sharp pain like Ling Chi.

Zheng Xichen looked at it blankly, suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Lin, and with begging and orders, he said resolutely: "Go find the whip, you follow the old man's movements, and pull it all back on my body!" ”

"Don't be stupid, what's the use?" Fang Lin shouted a little out of control, roaring with anger, "I can't do such a thing, you don't have to say it again!" I don't understand, who is it that you torture yourself like this? It's all of you! Chen Heng endures the pain for you, but he doesn't want to see you hurt a little! ”

"I, I know......" Zheng Xichen choked, shook his head in pain, and spit out a few words in pain: "You say, is the old man going to kill him?" ”

Fang Lin was a little stunned, glanced at Zheng Xichen silently, and then turned his gaze to the screen. After the old man had just spoken, he raised his whip and did not stop, and did not even say a word. Fang Lin knew that the old man was really ruthless, even if he showed weakness and compromised, he wanted Zheng Chenheng to say it in person, he would not ask, and he would not give him a chance to breathe.

"Perhaps, if it doesn't stop!" Fang Lin only felt that his heart was numb, he had experienced so many things, he had seen all the cruel pictures, but he had never been as depressed as this moment, and his chest was tightened and wanted to suffocate.

Fang Lin's words seemed to give him the harshest and cruelest sentence, seeing that such a cold, arrogant, noble, and dashing man had already shaken his body a little in prostration, but he tried his best to straighten his back.

The back was already drenched in blood, and every time the whip flew, it could be stained with warm blood, and in the rise and fall of the whip, blood droplets splashed in the air, sprinkling gorgeous and desperate flowers.

If he doesn't stop, he'll be killed!

If you don't stop, he'll die!!

He's going to die!!

Zheng Xichen looked at the scene in front of him in horror, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he only felt a smell of blood rushing up his throat, and he pinched his arm and endured it, regaining a moment of clarity.

He knew that man's absolute strength and arrogance that it was impossible for him to say a word of softness and begging for mercy! If he doesn't open his mouth to beg for mercy, the old man won't stop, and if he doesn't stop, he will be beaten to death!

Zheng Xichen has been repeating these words in his heart, and there is only this thought and consciousness in his mind, he is flustered, he is chaotic! Until, the man couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly fell to the ground, his legs that had been kneeling for a day were stiff and awkwardly bent, but the slender and powerful hands were still holding the floor tenaciously, not letting himself lie down in embarrassment.

He is still patient, still persevering, and still fighting! His persistence, his tenacity, his self-esteem, his pride, he still refuses to let go! Die, and don't let yourself be a little humble!

Zheng Xichen looked at the figure lying on the ground blankly, so weak but strong, he knew that his body was already cold, but it was his warmest embrace! He can't fall, he can't die!

However, the leather whip in the old man's hand still did not stop, and Zheng Xichen suddenly understood that the old man was as decisive as a ship. Perhaps, Zheng Chenheng is really dead, then he is the heir of the Zheng family, the old man will not abandon him, but he will be imprisoned here forever, as a puppet-like existence. Even though he has no heart, he refuses to let him go!

Zheng Xichen was scared, he was really afraid, he felt fear, deep fear!

No, no, stop! At this time, it is necessary to let the old man stop, but who can make the old man stop, how to let the old man stop?

Zheng Xichen's brain was blank, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly pounced on Fang Lin like crazy, and exclaimed miserably: "Phone, call me!" Hurry up, give me a call, and give me access to the old man! ”

Zheng Xichen's frantic and mournful screams startled Fang Lin, and he quickly came back to his senses and hurriedly picked up the phone and handed it over with some hesitation. Zheng Xichen snatched the phone, his fingers trembled and quickly pressed a string of numbers, and put it to his ear in a panic, his eyes staring at the screen.

A ringtone came from the screen, Steward Wang gently stepped forward and picked up the phone, after a glance, he pressed the answer button, slowly came behind the old man, and said respectfully and heavily: "Master, phone!" ”