Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

When Ye Qiao heard the whip whistling as the chains crossed the sky, his face was full of disbelief.

He would never have thought that Dong Zhao would attack him.

Just when the soul chain was about to hit him, the satin red silk on Ye Qiao's eyes swished towards the soul chain.

The satin red damask circled a few times and became the shape of a stickman.

With a left uppercut and a right uppercut, he volleyed towards Dong Zhao.

Dong Zhao frowned, and became more angry, waving the soul lock chain in his hand and entangled with the satin red silk.

Satin Hongling stood guard in front of Ye Qiao.

Dong Zhao snorted coldly, "Master Protector! Master Protector, right? His eyes were covered with a thick layer of frost, and he looked at the satin red silk who was punching towards him. In an instant, the satin red silk was frozen by the ice. He kicked over, kicking the frozen satin-red figure into the blue sea.

With cold eyes, his whole body was full of cold, and he looked at the person who fell on the ground with great hatred.

The soul chain in his hand was raised high again, and landed on Ye Qiao without the slightest sympathy.

The thick and heavy iron chain hit his thin skin and tender flesh, and his skin was ripped open immediately.

While raising the chain in his hand, he said angrily, "Why isn't Master willing to come out and save you!"

"Master, why didn't you come out to save me!"

Anger, and despair have been overwhelmed all his reason.

One whip after another, the sound of chain whipping above the blue sea and sky lasted for a long time.

Ye Qiao gritted his teeth in pain and was beaten to the brink of death. He couldn't utter a single word when he wanted to explain.

In the whole courtyard, there was no celebration, and it was full of desolation and desolation.

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two months later.

In the dark and yellow dungeon, a thin figure in ragged clothes was covered in blood, curled up like a shrimp, convulsing and convulsing non-stop.

He was wet all over and had just been fished out of the marrow washing pool.

The marrow washing pool is a pool that looks like ordinary clear water, but it is actually dangerous. No matter how high a person's cultivation is, if he is thrown into this marrow washing pool, he will suffer from the pain of bone erosion and marrow washing, and become a complete useless person .

When Dong Zhao said for the first time that he was going to be thrown into the marrow washing pool, Ye Qiao was stunned. He was so scared that he trembled, and even knelt on the ground begging him to let him go, but what Dong Zhao said was cold: " It’s useless to have such a good cultivation base and kung fu, but you can’t come out if you hide in the house, it’s better to be a useless person.”

Ye Qiao begged him not to do this like a beggar. He did not know how many times he explained to Dong Zhao in the past two months. The first time he explained, Dong Zhao gave him a backhand slap, a real slap, At that time, he was stunned for three days.

He didn't believe that Ye Qiao had actually lost his cultivation and spiritual power a long time ago.

"Azhao...Azhao, you can't treat me like this...I am your master!"

"Don't...don't...let me go...let me go...please."

During the two months of captivity, he had to be soaked in the marrow washing pool almost every day, and his miserable screams echoed in the dungeon.

His tendons and veins were cut off, his cultivation base was gone, and he was truly a useless person.

A large piece of skin on Ye Qiao's neck was corroded, and the bloody appearance was terrifying.

He curled up on the ground, the pain in his body swept over his body, stimulating his lacrimal glands, tears kept falling down.

"Master, you still want to cry? Humph——"

"It's good to be patient, Master, at least he can still live, right? Yanyan died a miserable death. Before he died, he was deboned and heart gouged out. You haven't realized one ten-thousandth of his pain yet—"

In the dark, Dong Zhao, dressed in a dark black robe, is domineering and evil, cold and vicious.

That handsome and crowning cheek was cold and frightening, those vast starry eyes became colder and indifferent, the corners of the eyes couldn't hide the cruelty, and the obvious intent of monstrous hatred.

The corner of the mouth has an evil, charming and crazy smile.

He is gentle and black-bellied, he is affectionate and domineering, and he is cruel and reticent.

Now in Ye Qiao's heart, everything about him is gradually unfamiliar.

His body was riddled with wounds and holes, all of which were caused by his own hands, his body was covered with scars, and there were still a few dark red strangle marks on his white wrists, and the bruises on his collarbone made people imagine.

Every time Dong Zhao took a step forward, he would tremble even more because of fear, and the chains on his wrists would make a rattling sound.

"So afraid of me?" He gently pinched Ye Qiao's thin chin, his tone was a little disappointed, but also a little ridiculous.

Ye Qiao's face was full of fear, and his trembling voice made one's heart palpitate.

"Azhao...please let me go, I really can't take it anymore...Azhao...I beg you, please."

Dong Zhao squeezed his chin even harder.

Ye Qiao frowned in pain.

"Master...you really disappointed me...Yanyan died and was killed by your brother, shouldn't you repent for it!"

"Yanyan beat your door so desperately, why didn't you open the door to let him in? If Master had opened the door earlier, maybe Yanyan wouldn't have died. Are you right, Master——"

As Dong Zhao said, he took the clothes on his body...

"Don't... Ah Zhao don't... please..."

Dong Zhao had a cold face, without any sympathy.

"This is what Master owes me!"

"Enjoy it!"

Torturing and ??? sounds echoed in the dungeon.

In the dark dungeon, the past three months can be said to be day and night, day and night, plundering and plundering.

Kong Kong had one leg broken by Dong Zhao, dragging his crippled body for two months to heal Ye Qiao sixteen times.

After this time, Ye Qiao passed out, and the blood under her body flowed all the way to her immature and white ankles.

Seeing this, Dong Zhao brought the emptiness back in a panic.

"Treat him quickly! I won't allow him to die!"

Kong Kong looked at the person lying motionless on the ground covered with scars, his tears couldn't be restrained from rushing out.

"Ye Qiao, I just said that you are not worth doing so many things for this white-eyed wolf. In the end, you ended up with such a miserable end. Ye Qiao, I'm not worth it for you!"

He muttered in a low voice, every word dripping with blood.

Carefully pick up the corroded and bloody arm.

After he took the pulse, his face was extremely gloomy, he hastily pulled out a few silver needles and pricked him a few times, then withdrew his hand tremblingly, turned his head and glared at the person next to him.

"You'll kill him if you go on like this!"

"If you are still a human being, don't touch him again! His body can't stand your toss!"

Dong Zhao grabbed his neck and said coldly, "Just save him, and don't care about anything else!"

After speaking, Dong Zhao threw him to the ground.

Kong Kong took a breath, coughed for a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "You are not worthy to be his apprentice!"

Dong Zhao's eyes were ice blue, his face was stern, he raised his foot and kicked him violently in the stomach, Kong Kong was kicked dozens of meters away, hugged his stomach and wailed a few times.

"Get out, you're not needed here!"

Kong Kong got up from the ground, glared at him fiercely, and gave Ye Qiao a sympathetic look, then turned and left bitterly.

Dong Zhao stretched out his hand, stroked his cheek lightly with his fingertips, and said coldly: "Your life is mine, I won't let you die, you have to live well for me!"