After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Sitting on the wheelchair was a young man with a stern face. His facial features were tall, delicate and outstanding. A few strands of hair on his forehead were blown away by the wind, revealing a pair of dark and gloomy eyes.

His frail body was only clad in a simple dark green straight-collared robe, the well-draped hem covering his immobile legs. His thin, pale lips formed a sinister arc, opening and closing, and a dark, damp feeling of horror came over him.

"Still not coming out?"

Suddenly everyone was shaking like a sieve.

The maidservant who was filled with cold sweat and suspicion just now took a step forward tremblingly, crying in a trembling voice: "I...I know I am wrong."

She fell to her knees with a bang, which made a loud sound and was painful to hear.

Aunt Liu wanted to do something but was powerless, so she could only close her eyes and sigh in her heart.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Song Zhao's cold voice seemed to be poisoned, and his deep eyes were like waves crashing against the shore, brewing endless anger.

The little maid was so frightened that she kowtowed quickly, not knowing how to answer.

Pu Ran lowered his head and looked submissive, and no one could tell what emotion he was feeling. He stood there motionless like everyone else.

But while others were shaking with fear, she stood as straight as a bamboo, and her motionless body seemed eerily calm.

"I ask you, why are you looking at me?!"

Pale fingers touched the whip hanging on the side of the wheelchair and lashed it out hard as he spoke.

The maid was beaten so hard that she twitched violently in pain. The back of her dress was soaked with blood and her skin was torn.

She whimpered in pain, still kneeling on the ground with her forehead pressed against the ground in a humble posture, crying: "I just... I just heard the noise subconsciously... Master, I really don't have any other thoughts..."

The young man groaned, and to vent his anger he kept swinging the whip, hitting the girl's delicate skin again and again.

"No? You're really not looking down on me? You're not mocking me for being a cripple?!"

“Ouch…I didn’t…I really didn’t…Ahhhhh it hurts——”

The young master of the Song family was originally the object of everyone's admiration. He was extremely talented and full of pride. However, he was ambushed by someone and not only his tendons and veins were destroyed, but also his legs were crippled.

He fell from the altar into the quagmire in an instant, and countless people covered their mouths and laughed at him. Storytelling became a pastime for people after dinner.

His previous pride and self-esteem were torn to pieces. Song Zhao went mad, so mad that he could only vent his bloodthirsty hatred on others.

To be honest, if Puran knew about this experience, she would praise Liu Yin for being such an emotionally stable and good kid.

My muscles and veins are all broken, but look how well behaved I am.

Apart from the occasional hysterical attack where he wanted to eat everyone, he had no other shortcomings.

The young man, who was greatly stimulated, had his chest heaving violently with anger, and the whip in his hand had already hit other people.

"Bitch! A bunch of bitches! How dare you look down on this young master!"

There were wails everywhere, and Pu Ran was stunned by this sudden scene.

ill?

It's not us who broke your leg, why are you hitting us?

Bah, you've been spoiled. At most, I won't take the five taels of silver.

Just as the whip was about to hit her, the whip came down from the air with a fierce sound of "whoosh", and a sharp milky white air flowed out.

Aunt Liu simply lowered her head and couldn't bear to look any longer.

The air was silent for a second.

The expected wailing did not come. She opened her eyes in confusion and suddenly saw a slender white hand firmly holding the whip.

No matter how hard Song Zhao pulled, he couldn't pull it out of Pu Ran's hand.

"open!"

The two words were squeezed out from between his teeth, and his sinister eyes looked as if he wanted to kill her right now.

She remained motionless until he pulled her back again with murderous intent in his eyes. Then she smiled professionally, "Okay, Master."

She was so straightforward that it was hard to resent her, if Song Zhao hadn't almost fallen down due to this relaxation.

If it weren't for the back of the chair holding him steady, he would have fallen to the ground in a mess and made a fool of himself.

The boy's cold white finger bones creaked as he was pinched, and the vicious hatred made him scream in pain like a wildfire.

The whip was swung high again, and then chopped down with a "swoosh", but was politely caught by Pu Ran again.

Aunt Liu opened her lips in shock and forgot to react.

Is this girl trying to kill herself?

"Let go!"

"Okay, Master."

Another whip was swung down.

"open!!!"

"Okay, Master."

Pu Ran just repeated this sentence mechanically, watching her small, slender, powerless hands clench and unclench, and the whip was like a toy to her.

This feeling of being fooled and disobeyed completely infuriated Song Zhao. He glared at her coldly and wanted to skin her alive even more.

"Your Majesty!"

She didn't move.

"Bitch! I told you to kneel down, did you hear me!!!"

Pu Ran found it funny to see him so angry and helpless.

"You! Whip her for me. I'll let whoever whips her go free!"

He unluckily threw the whip at the kneeling maid. The four of them froze at once and turned to look at Pu Ran. Their eyes, sparkling with tears, were filled with confusion and they didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

"Young Master..."

Their begging and miserable looks over a few pieces of silver pierced Pu Ran's eyes deeply.

"Oh, you don't want to? Then I'll beat you first!"

The maids were filled with despair. They picked up the whips tremblingly and looked at Puran, crying bitterly: "Miss... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."