The white smoke became thicker and thicker, and it was impossible for Hua Wuying to hold his breath for a long time, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurred, and he finally lost consciousness.

When Hua Wuying woke up again, everything around her was different, she was no longer in the room where she had killed Chu Qingyun, and there was no boneless corpse beside her. The only thing that was the same was that the room she was in was just as spacious, surrounded by wall lamps that were spitting flames.

Hua Wuying's hands and feet were bound by iron chains and could not move. She looked around, and the corner of the wall was full of all kinds of bloodstained torture instruments, which were only a lot more than Wu Kaiyuan's. It seems that most of the perverted people have something in common.

"Hua Wuying, I see how arrogant you are now, I originally invited you to come to Shuiyue Palace as a guest, but it's a pity that you toasted and didn't eat and drink, this is your own self-inflicted. Jiang Wanmei stood in front of Hua Wuying, she changed into a fuchsia dress, with a gentle smile on her face, and she really looked like a host who warmly greeted guests.

Facing Hua Wuying again, Jiang Wanmei was already talking and laughing freely, as if she hadn't killed her just now, or that Chu Qingyun's death had left no trace in her heart.

Compared with Wu Kaiyuan, Jiang Wanmei's appearance is not a little better, she smiles lightly, with her own charming style, no wonder Chu Qingyun is affectionate to her, and is willing to be Leng Jiuming's stand-in just to please her.

Such an amorous woman, if she wasn't paranoid and crazy because of Leng Jiuming, she would have had her own beautiful life. It's just that I don't know what kind of past she has between her and Leng Jiuming, why is she paranoid about Leng Jiuming?

Hua Wuying didn't answer Jiang Wanmei's words, she thought of Leng Jiuming, in the dark cell of the enemy, in the case of being tied up by Wuhua and about to be a mermaid, she actually had the leisure to think about Leng Jiuming, to guess what kind of relationship this good-looking woman in front of her had with Leng Jiuming.

Perhaps, the crazy people are not only Wu Kaiyuan and Jiang Wanmei, but even themselves. Hua Wuying secretly mocked herself in her heart, her feelings for Leng Jiuming, perhaps in the eyes of others, were no different from delusional people like Wu Kaiyuan and Jiang Wanmei.

"Why don't you speak? I don't think I know I'm scared now, tell you, it's too late to beg for mercy. If you didn't want you to die too comfortably, the moment you closed your eyes in Chu Qingyun's room, you wouldn't be able to open them again. Jiang Wanmei's eyes crossed a little gloomy, she finally stopped calling Chu Qingyun Jiuming, but directly called his name, but unfortunately, Chu Qingyun couldn't hear it anymore.

The internal force and spiritual power on Hua Wuying's body still couldn't be used, and he had already recovered one or two floors in Chu Qingyun's room before, but he disappeared again after being hit by the smoke. Therefore, it is completely impossible to try to break free of the iron chains on her hands and feet, and having seen the power of Hua Wuying's thousand-year-old cold silk, Hua Wuying also knows by feeling that Jiang Wanmei will definitely take away the thousand-year-old cold silk on her body while she is unconscious.

Jiang Wanmei took away the thousand-year-old cold silk on Hua Wuying's body, not only because she was afraid and didn't want Hua Wuying to have the power to fight back, but more importantly, the thousand-year-old cold silk was Leng Jiuming's thing, and Leng Jiuming's pair of thousand-year-old cold silk actually gave Hua Wuying.

Hua Wuying glanced at Jiang Wanmei lightly, and suddenly asked seriously: "The reason why you became like this is because of Leng Jiuming?" Hua Wuying asked very seriously, and there was no ridicule or disdain in a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes, only questions, just like a studious person seriously asking a teacher to teach.

Facing Shanghua's shadowless eyes, Jiang Wanmei gritted her teeth, and suddenly gave birth to infinite hatred. How can others understand her affection for Leng Jiuming? What makes her even more angry is that the person in front of her, how can she be an exception in Leng Jiuming's eyes? Why can she become Leng Jiuming's apprentice, how can she accompany Leng Jiuming, and even Leng Jiuming is willing to let Wu Kaiyuan, a mad madman, torture her in order to protect her.

Obviously, the person in front of her was her own prisoner, but she was still so calm, so casual, and even asked that question so seriously. Jiang Wanmei didn't know why, she just felt that she was looking at Hua Wuying's eyes with a slight coldness, and she actually had an urge to avoid it.

"My affair with Leng Jiuming has nothing to do with you!"

"Why did you stay in Lengshan Villa, why did you let him accept you as an apprentice, why did you make him value you so much!" Jiang Wanmei became excited, and walked in front of Hua Wuying in a few steps, "I want to see what is special about you, and you are worthy of Leng Jiuming's blue eyes." ”

After Jiang Wanmei finished speaking, she leaned over and looked at Hua Wuying quietly, she was emotional, she suddenly quieted down, and suddenly gave people a strange premonition, the corners of her mouth suddenly hooked up a weird smile, stretched out her fingers and lifted Hua Wuying's chin, and said with bad intentions: "You must have seduced him, didn't you?"

Hua Wuying glanced at Jiang Wanmei lightly, slightly narrowed her eyes, Jiang Wanmei's words did not hide her jealousy at all, although Hua Wuying cared very much about whether this woman had any special relationship with Leng Jiuming, but the important thing at the moment was to deal with this obsessive Jiang Wanmei, not to taste some past events that she didn't understand.

"You love Leng Jiuming, but you are as pitiful as Wu Kaiyuan, don't say whether he loves you or not, I'm afraid that he will be the same as Wu Kaiyuan, I don't want to look at it more. ”

"You thought that Leng Jiuming didn't love you or others, so you found someone to be his stand-in to deceive yourself, but in the end, you found out that you were wrong, it's not that he doesn't care about people, but the person he cares about is not you, not before, not now, and not in the future!" Hua Wuying didn't look at Jiang Wanmei. As if she didn't deserve her attention, he scoffed.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Shut up for me right away!" How could Jiang Wanmei be willing to admit that Leng Jiuming didn't care about people, but didn't care about her. Hua Wuying's words made her angry, she drank sharply, picked up a leather whip in the corner of the wall, and flicked it in the air, making a seeping sound of breaking the air.

Hua Wuying was still calm and indifferent, turned her face slightly, and avoided the whip thrown on her face, the whip fell on her body in response, cutting through her red clothes, and the white undershirt instantly oozed blood, and the ribs hurt hotly.

"If I'm talking nonsense, why are you so angry?" As if it was not a whip that had just fallen on him, but a soft snowflake, the red clothes that had been torn off the wall looked not embarrassed at all.