Jiang Wanmei clasped her hands and looked Hua Wuying up and down with interest, she had to admit that the woman in front of her, who was already disheveled and stained with blood, did have a temperament that others did not have.

Even though she was in prison at this time and was about to become a mermaid, she still gave people the impression of being so calm and indifferent, as if she was really just a guest. There is a faint coldness in that unshakable calmness, and there is a bit of Leng Jiuming's temperament when you carefully identify it.

It seems that Chu Qingyun has a good idea, if Hua Wuying is a man, he will definitely make her the next Leng Jiuming, and among the many Leng Jiuming under her, Hua Wuying will definitely be the one with the closest temperament.

Jiang Wanmei looked at Hua Wuying, thinking that Leng Jiuming valued her so much, she was crazy with jealousy, the inviolable coldness on Hua Wuying's body made people feel a sense of distance, as if she should not be defiled by the world. Such a person is the type that Leng Jiuming likes, if such a person is defiled and completely shattered the calmness on her body, see how calm and indifferent she is, and see if Leng Jiuming will be more interested in her blue eyes.

"You're crazy!" The door to the cell was opened from the outside, and more than a dozen slender men in white clothes entered like fish. Hua Wuying shouted in shock after seeing the faces of the dozen men.

The dozen or so men, each of them had the same face as Chu Qingyun who had seen it before, with a face very similar to Leng Jiuming, and although the eyes were empty and godless, they were all blue without exception, and under the dim light of the cell, their expressionless faces were like a group of walking dead.

"Crazy? I'm really crazy, I'm crazy for Leng Jiuming, look at it, you killed a Leng Jiuming, I have a lot of them here, don't you also like Leng Jiuming? I have a lot here, do you still like it?" Jiang Wanmei's voice was quiet, and when she said the three words Leng Jiuming, her face was tender, as if her sweetheart was standing in front of her at this time.

"If you don't like Leng Jiuming, you will make everyone look like Leng Jiuming and let them become Leng Jiuming's stand-ins, but even if you do a thousand and ten thousand, they are not Leng Jiuming, in this world, Leng Jiuming will always be only one!" Hua Wuying was shocked by Jiang Wanmei's madness, but she didn't expect her to be crazy, even more terrifying than Wu Kaiyuan.

"You're right, there will always be only one Leng Jiuming in this world, these people, just like the appearance of Leng Jiuming, they will never be as good as Leng Jiuming, hehehe......" Jiang Wanmei smiled self-deprecatingly, her eyes were full of sadness, how could she not know that these people would never become Leng Jiuming, she just couldn't let go, she would rather be in the dark of the aisles, and would rather fall into it and deceive herself.

The scar in her heart was torn, Jiang Wanmei's face was distorted in pain, and her beautiful face with all kinds of charms was suddenly distorted to make people disgusted, "I've already gone crazy, don't you also like Leng Jiuming?" I'm going to let you go crazy with me, I'll give them all to you, I want to see if you have only one Leng Jiuming in the world like this, will you be blue-eyed again!"

Jiang Wanmei said sharply and stepped forward, tearing Hua Wuying's clothes that had already been whipped and torn, leaving her already bloodstained skin completely exposed to the cold air of the cell.

Hua Wuying clenched the iron cable in her hand, the cold and hard iron weapon fell into the palm of her hand, blood slipped from her palm, her face changed suddenly, and she said coldly: "Jiang Wanmei, you are simply crazy!"

"Hahaha...... What about being mad, don't you like Leng Jiuming? Now Leng Jiuming is standing in front of you, each of them is called Leng Jiuming, since you like him, what's wrong with me fulfilling you, looking at that face, don't you have the slightest heartbeat?" Jiang Wanmei saw that Hua Wuying's face had changed greatly, and her original indifference and calmness were difficult to maintain, so she laughed proudly.

"Jiuming, look at your apprentice, you should also like her, otherwise you wouldn't be willing to be arrested in Nanwushan to protect her, right, knowing that you like her, I specially invited it for you, are you happy?" Jiang Wanmei didn't look at the group of men who looked like Leng Jiuming standing behind her, and said to herself with a smug face.

"But it seems that your baby apprentice won't cooperate, why don't you bring me the good things and let your baby apprentice have a good time?" Jiang Wanmei seriously watched every change in the expression on Hua Wuying's face, smiled casually, and was shrouded in cold and dark colors.

Even if Hua Wuying pretended to be calm again, and when she saw Jiang Wanmei take a brown bottle from a man behind her, she couldn't help but struggle, and the heavy iron chains that bound her hands and feet made a clanging sound with her movements. Her eyes were cold, and her deep voice threatened to warn: "Jiang Wanmei, you'd better not mess around!"

"Messing around?" Jiang Wanmei smiled evilly, and said with bad intentions: "There are so many Leng Jiuming here, how can you not mess around?" I think you won't cooperate well, in order to avoid your suffering, I also specially prepared a wine for you, this wine is hard to find." ”

After Jiang Wanmei finished speaking, she stepped forward and pinched Hua Wuying's jaw, pulled out the cap of the brown medicine bottle in her hand with her teeth, and forcibly poured Hua Wuying down.

After the wine glass was poured down, within a moment, Hua Wuyin felt as if she was roasted by fire, Jiang Wanmei looked at her face with satisfaction and her face was flushed with a beautiful light red, and urged the dozen or so men standing behind her: "What are you still doing in a daze, you go first." ”

As she spoke, she pointed to the man closest to her, and the man stepped forward with a blank order, reaching out to stroke the sweat-soaked black hair in front of Hua Wuying's sideburns.

Just as the man's hand slid down Hua Wuying's sideburns, Hua Wuying forced the heat all over his body and glared at the man with cold eyes.

Those Leng Jiuming who were made by Jiang Wanmei, who was tortured by Jiang Wanmei who was unpredictable on weekdays, was the most observant of words and feelings, and was glared at by Hua Wuying so coldly, she was so frightened by her terrifying cold breath that she didn't dare to make any more moves.

Jiang Wanmei didn't expect Hua Wuying to be so restrained at this time after drinking the pleasure wine, and there was still a cold and cautious intention on her body, which made the man dare not move.

"What are you afraid of, her internal and spiritual power is limited, and she can break free from the chains of her hands and feet, you, you too. Jiang Wanmei glanced at the man standing beside Hua Wuying, and angrily grabbed two from behind him and pushed them towards Hua Wuying.

Hua Wuying suddenly let out a string of sneers, and the laughter was ghostly, echoing in the cell. Jiang Wanmei immediately said angrily: "Hua Wuying, what are you laughing at! Wait for the next time you cry and beg for mercy!"