For many years, it has dyed the day and night

Chapter 820 Soldering Iron
"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Gu Beiyan chuckled, "Anyway, it's very suitable for a man with a demonic look like you."

"It sounds like you don't like it very much, and I just don't want to see it. It's a pity that this kind of thing can't be washed off after it's carved on. So, how about I help you?"

Gu Beiyan sarcastically said, "Did you give me the right to refuse?"

"Of course not," Yi Ling seemingly casually picked up the ironed iron clip in the charcoal brazier.

Thinking of An Ranxi gently rubbing Gu Beiyan's black hair.
"Come here. Cut his hair."

"Yes, my lord."

Gu Beiyan always had a smile that was not a smile, he was just a piece of fish on a board, ready to be slaughtered, even though he jumped into the pit himself.

Strands of soft black hair fell on the ground in front of Gu Beiyan, and Zhong Li Yiling sat on the only clean chair directly in front of him, tapping his legs and drinking tea, as comfortable as he wanted.

"Don't worry, he is a professional. He will definitely give you a handsome cut."

"Even if you shave me naked, she still likes me." Gu Beiyan said to Yiling in front of him in an unbeatable tone, and as expected, his expression changed.

Soon the man in black withdrew his hands, and the flower on his forehead was even more enchanting.

Yiling walked forward slowly, and took the iron tongs into his hands again. In the slightly cool air, the tip of the soldering iron that was baked red was emitting a trace of heat.

As soon as Zhong Liling raised the soldering iron in his hand, he pressed it on Gu Beiyan's forehead.Not long after, there was a smell of burnt flesh and a "sizzling" sound in the air.

Gu Beiyan didn't even move on the spot. If the hands tied on both sides were not tightly clenched into fists, apart from the obvious veins on them, others would even think that what was pressed on his forehead was just an ordinary piece of iron.

Not only did Zhongli Yiling show no mercy, but he maliciously rolled up and down that place.

The cold sweat on Gu Beiyan's forehead dripped down his chin to the ground, and soon formed a small puddle.

During the whole process, there was not even a muffled grunt. When Yiling threw the cooled soldering iron back into the iron furnace, Gu Beiyan seemed to hear the sound of his teeth trembling.

"That's fine! But it's really boring, I didn't hear any sound! You can bear it quite well, and originally wanted to record it back for Second Sister to listen to, but it seems that this wish will not come true."

"Okay, you can tell her for me, I miss her very much." Gu Beiyan still raised a smile, "If you want to hear her let you tell me, she also misses me."

As soon as Gu Beiyan finished speaking, he immediately closed his eyes. The blood on his forehead was mixed with cold sweat, and the wound was mixed with sweat. This feeling was really sour, and he hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

He slammed the iron door shut with a sound of "duang", and said to the person standing by the door, "Get a doctor to treat his wound, and take out the bullet by the way. It's no fun when you're dead."

"Yes, young master." Yiling glanced at Gu Beiyan inside, hummed softly, and dragged him like this at this time, if he was afraid that if he died, he would deal with the American gangsters alone, as soon as possible Just killed him.

What Gu Beiyan thought was, if Zhongli Yiling, a despicable person, didn't have An Ranxi to threaten him, Zhongli Yiling wouldn't stand arrogantly in front of him now!

(End of this chapter)