Chapter 649: Indifference in the dungeon

At this moment, the moonlight fell on Mo Leng's face through the window of the dungeon, as if covering Mo Leng's skin with a bright film, forming a strong contrast with the color of blood, but making Mo Leng look full of temptation.

The gurgling blood gushed from the open wound on his back, and soon fell to the ground and soon gathered into a pool of blood, which showed how vicious the whip-wielding jailer was.

The whip sounded continuously, faster and faster, and each whip touched the body of Indifferent Leng but hurt to his bone marrow.

Suddenly, the whip stopped.

It was as if the indifferent consciousness had been stripped away.

A basin of cold water poured down, cold, cold to the bone, but after a while, the wound was like a fire, the pain was piercing, unbearable.

Indifference gritted his teeth and forced himself not to make a sound.

The silence of the night made Mo Leng feel more and more detached from his soul.

Suddenly, the whip sounded again, this time the whip was louder and more ruthless, the wound on his back cracked open again, the blood gurgled and flowed out uncontained, and the red blood on the ground looked so shocking.

The cold brow tightened even more painfully, and sweat slipped down his eyelashes, slowly flowing over his pale face, without a trace of blood.

The muscles crack mercilessly from the embedding and pulling out of the whip.

Finally, Mo Leng lost his mind because of the pain, and his eyes completely lost his soul.

Silence, even more chilling silence.

Blank silence.

Even if he lost his soul, he could only wait, waiting for the next whip moss to bring him the pain of fainting and fainting.

It's just that another touch of water was poured on himself, and the pain of the wound made Mo Leng feel heartbreaking, and the salt in the water invaded Mo Leng's wound little by little, and it seemed that even fainting was an unattainable luxury for Mo Leng......

"Stop." A voice falls in the dungeon.

"Mr. Mo." The jailer who was guarding and the man who was whipping Mo Leng immediately stopped their movements and bowed respectfully to Mo Fan.

"Huh...... What are you still doing here" Mo Leng raised his head with difficulty and spit out the bloody phlegm in his mouth, and then looked at Mo Fan with a smile.

"Go down, all of you." Mo Fan waved his hand at the jailer.

The pawn looked at Mo Fan and said cautiously: "Manager Mo, the head of the family has ordered, you can't ...... No one but the head of the house is allowed to approach the prisoner alone."

Mo Fan didn't care about the blockade of a group and continued to walk towards the cell where Mo Leng was locked, and said sharply to the jailer: "I arrested the man, if I want to release him, I won't arrest him.

Although Mo Fan's momentum frightened the jailer at once, he still shook his head firmly: "The patriarch ordered the little ones not to dare to disobey, I hope Lord Mo Fan will not blame/

Mo Fan looked at the jailer with cold eyes, took out the patriarch order in his arms and held it in front of the jailer, and the jailer immediately raised his hand as soon as he saw the token, bowed his head and bent over to Mo Fan: "Hmph, it seems that you still remember what the patriarch's token person looks like, seeing the token is like seeing the patriarch, and now the patriarch means to let me be alone with him, do you understand?"

"Yes...... It's ......" The jailer immediately handed the key to Mo Fan, and then glanced at the whipping, and the jailer immediately retreated, and the already empty dungeon suddenly seemed even more deserted.