This Wuyuan Zhai took us to a very traditional village, saying that the tradition is that there is an ancestral hall in the village. There is an ancestral hall in such a small village, and it looks like an ancestral hall was built with the financial resources of the whole village. Originally, it was a manifestation of respect for ancestors, but now, this ancestral hall has become a stronghold of Wu Yuanzhai and his gang. And the prison that tortured me.

After Wu Yuanzhai tied me up, he took me to a side room alone. Hang it up and whip it with a whip. Of course, it's not the kind of whip that Xiaodi or Ye Linglong uses. The whip I used to whip me was two fingers thick, and it was made of hemp rope mixed with cowhide and iron wire. Why I know so clearly, because Wu Yuanzhai showed me a look and explained its ingredients before pumping me with it.

When the whip is drawn on the body, it is like an iron rake on the muddy ground, destroying and decaying. I didn't feel much pain at first. It's just that when he whips it, he will stop and look at the "results" before moving on to the next round. I could also see that the exposed skin was swollen at first and then began to bleed after a while.

"Mu Wu, can you bear it. Wu Yuanzhai saw that I was just frowning and didn't open my mouth to call, and he was also a little unhappy. Ever since I woke up from a coma, I really didn't feel any pain, and I was scratching my skin with my hands, like I was scratching on someone else. I couldn't feel my hands scratching at my skin, although I could see the epidermis being pulled up.

My forbearance only intensified when I found him, and the whip rained down on me. It seems that someone has described it that way before.

Slowly, Wu Yuanzhai smoked everywhere except my face. In many places, it is a secondary injury or multiple times in Shanghai. I guess my body is swollen and completely deformed. The blood had already stained the ground a meter below the soles of his feet red. As the blood flowed out, my body seemed to slowly regain consciousness. Wu Yuanzhai was so tired that he couldn't even lift the whip.

But my body gradually began to burn and hurt. To the back is like throwing the whole body into a hot pan of oil. I'm starting to miss the time when my body was unconscious.

"Why don't you scream? Why don't you call!" Wu Yuanzhai saw that I was still like the virtue of fried fritters, and I was about to collapse, and my whole face was distorted to the point that people couldn't look at it directly.

"You grabbed me by the neck, what do I call it? "I may not be afraid of pain, but that doesn't mean I'm not afraid of suffocation.

Wu Yuanzhai gritted his teeth and sent my neck away. I coughed twice. The pain in my body was a little unbearable. But I was secretly happy in my heart, Wu Yuan Zhai was also crooked, he beat me to the point that my skin was open, and blood flowed out, but he expelled the toxins that Muto Yamakawa left in my body. The most important thing is that as my body regained consciousness, the true qi in my body began to move.

"Scream!" said Wu Yuansai, who whipped me in anger and whipped it deep in the mountains.

This time I finally didn't hold back and screamed loudly. I felt the muscles in my face twitch there.

"Yes, that's what it's called!"

I actually saw Wu Yuanzhai's excited expression. Is this bastard really a perverted hobby?

He seemed to find his motivation again, and the whip fell on me, and my flesh and skin could no longer rot. I did shout. Because I'm afraid that if I don't shout, he'll even get even worse and cripple me. If I cut off one of my hands or legs, where will I cry, and how can I connect the medical conditions and level of this broken place.

Takehara Zhai actually closed his eyes and enjoyed the sound of my screaming, and when I looked at his expression, he was completely enjoying the feeling of orgasm. I easily ran to the Ming Dynasty, and I encountered something that can only be seen in romantic action movies and novels in modern society.

"Are you going to kill him?" a voice brought me back from my fearful conjectures, and Ito arrived.

This sound also scared Wu Yuanzhai awake. I saw his legs shaking, and his feelings were really leaking. He looked at Ito with a little timidity in his eyes. He is really pitiful, he has been trampled under his feet for so many years, he wants to vent out, he wants to step on others. But in his bones, he has formed a servile thinking and psychology.

Fortunately, Ito arrived in time to avoid the fate of being sodomized, thinking that after many years of experience in reading films, the final result of the development of events was that I was subjected to unspoken rules. I don't dare to think about it. It's all tears.

Ito asked me to move me to a decent room and see me in Langzhong. Where did that kind of small village come from, Langzhong, is a liar who runs the rivers and lakes. I was smeared with some donkey dung and eggs. Fortunately, my stomach is empty, otherwise I wouldn't have been disgusted to death.

The sins I have suffered in the past two days are enough to disgust me for the rest of my life.

But after all, this donkey dung egg is really useful, at least it can stop the bleeding and stop the pain. Of course, I think even if I use the ash from the bottom of the pot to smear it on my body, it will have the same effect. When I was a child, I heard my father say that when he was a child, the conditions were difficult, and he often bleed, so he grabbed a handful of ashes from the pot pond and pressed it on the wound. Maybe there aren't many bacteria in this plant ash. It seems that these ancient and traditional methods of hemostasis have a long history.

"You think I'm going to hate you to the bone, don't you?" I didn't expect Ito to have no resentment, and he didn't even mind the smell on my body.

"Shouldn't it?" I asked. I really don't want to speak, shouldn't I shut up if I hold my breath?

"Yes, of course it should, you and Huang Zining destroyed our gold mine. Xiao Zi died because of you again, and I have enough reason to hate you, or even kill you. No, it's cheaper for you to die like this. ”

Ito said these words with a calm expression, as if he was reciting a book. Muto Azusa died because of me, and I also saw a hint of jealousy in Ito's eyes. I see how people are so accurate, always. He's like this because Muto Azusa loves me.

It seems a little unkind for me to think like this, after all, I don't know if Muto Azusa will be fond of me, and I don't even know if Ito's eyes are jealous. In fact, I have always been wishful thinking that the women I experienced in the Ming Dynasty had a trace of me. Even Lu Yuxiu meant that to me, of course, the most obvious is Bao'er.

Or maybe it's my "deep" knowledge of the era, or maybe it's surprisingly lucky. And the people of the Ming Dynasty were relatively open-minded and not so good at hiding their emotions.

I think too much.

"What are you thinking?" Ito asked again, seeing that I was wandering.

"I'm wondering how you're going to torture me. ”

"I'm trying to torture you so that you're worse off than dead. Ito laughed, "But I need you now, or I could have killed you a long time ago." ”

He finally got to the point.

"What are you doing with me?"

"Mu Wu, why is your life so good?"

I couldn't help but laugh when I heard it. Saying that my life is good, what kind of historical joke is it? My life is good, do I need to stay in this hellish place? Do I need to break up with my beloved? Do I need to be whipped into a pig's head by a person with psychological problems? Do I need to be the protagonist of SM?

"Xiao Zi is buried in the mine, and he will never come out again in this life. I didn't even get a chance to see her one last time. I once thought that after Zhu Di ascended the throne, I lived with her in a small fishing village, and if it was too hard, we would go to Weifang City, incognito, and live an ordinary life. ”

"It's really wonderful. But what about Muto Yamaga? Do you know that your beloved was killed by him? ”

"I know, I know everything. When I saw that Xiao Zi was willing to come with you to destroy the gold mine, even if I was jealous in the face of you, I also knew that Master had gone a little too far. But he is also for the glory of the empire and for being able to have a foothold in the Ming Dynasty. Master, he's too heartless. ”

When did I become the object of his confiding? Can my donkey poop arouse the desire of others to confide? Or is this kind of situation and such an atmosphere suitable for heart-to-heart communication?

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?" Since he knew that Muto Azusa was killed by her father, and he wanted to put the guilt on my head, I had nothing to say. Since he said that he asked me, then I have a chance to turn over.

"It's also something you do yourself. Ito said, "Since you have destroyed our gold mine, you must find us another gold mine." (To be continued......)