Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

I don't know how many days I fell asleep, but in the past few days, I always felt that someone was hugging me and feeding me medicine.

The pain came up continuously, and he was woken up by the pain.

The pitiful pointed fingers were covered with scars from the pith washing pool, and several bloodstains were drawn on the slender white wrist. He struggled to sit up.

Leaning against the uneven, cold and hard stone wall, he took a deep breath, but for some reason, his lungs seemed to be unable to bear the inhalation of the cold air. The pain caused him to hug into a ball and bend into a shrimp shape. He should be washing himself. The marrow washing water in the marrow pool choked into his lungs, which made it so difficult for him to even take a breath.

With the sound of footsteps walking towards him, Ye Qiao suddenly became frightened and wanted to hide back, but there was already a rock wall behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

The undulating sound of breathing has already betrayed how scared he is at the moment.

Dong Zhao walked up to him, squatted down, and sneered slightly.

She wanted to hold his arm, but he avoided it.

Dong Zhao was very angry, and grabbed his wrist that was struggling in delusion.

The chains made a cold clanging sound.

"Master, it's better to be good and honest, don't be afraid, I won't throw Master into the marrow washing pool today, and if Master is better in the future, I won't throw it in again."

"Master, you can't die, my performance is gone, if you are gone, who will accompany me?"

"Master will replace Yanyan from now on, please stay with me...as compensation for me—"

Ye Qiao frowned tightly, there was no good place on her body.

Seeing him tightly shut his lips and clenched his teeth, Dong Zhao was very upset. In the past, he should be begging for mercy in front of him at this moment, but today he said nothing.

"What happened to Master today? Why didn't you speak?"

"Master is living instead of my Yanyan. My Yanyan is very cheerful and talkative. You have to talk. Could it be that Master's eyes are blind and his mouth is dumb!"

Dong Zhao's patience has never been bad. He said the first sentence very gently, but he immediately became furious when he reached the second half of the sentence.

Seeing that he was still refusing to speak with his head down, Dong Zhao pinched his chin hard, forcing him to look up.

"Master, you want to soak in the marrow washing pool again, don't you?"

Sure enough, the marrow washing pool was uncomfortable, and Ye Qiao couldn't bear it. Every time he heard the words "marrow washing pool", he behaved like a dog, and this time it was just as good.

"What do you want me to say?" Ye Qiao said hoarsely.

His hoarse voice was exceptionally pleasant, unexpectedly alluring.

This reminded Dong Zhao of how he was begging and moaning every night.

Dong Zhao's gaze wandered down to him.

"Does it still hurt there?"

Ye Qiao's whole body trembled slightly.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "What do you say..."

Dong Zhao held his face and smiled wickedly.

"I said it doesn't hurt—"

After the words fell, he leaned over...

The dark prison intermittently made extremely depressing sounds...

Ye Qiao vomited blood, Dong Zhao panicked this time, finished the matter hastily, and dragged the void over.

After taking his pulse, Kong Kong was furious, and he stared at Dong Zhao fiercely, wishing he could chew him up and eat him in his stomach.

Looking at the unconscious man, Dong Zhao thought that all he had left in his heart was hatred for him, without the kind of love he used to have, but seeing him dying, his heart was as painful as piercing pain.

"Dong Zhao, are you human or not? He's all like this, but you still don't forget to torture him."

"He has few days left to live."

Hearing these words, Dong Zhao's head exploded with a bang.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Please speak clearly, your medical skills are not good?!"

Kong Kong smiled wryly, "There are three sleepy dragon nails in his body, plus you throw him into the marrow washing pool to soak in the marrow washing pool every day, torture him day and night, the most important point, He has taken ghost pills before!"

"Once you take the ghost pill, you only have three months to live, and even the gods of Da Luo can't save it!"

The word "Ghost Pill" slammed into Dong Zhao's head heavily, and he only felt that his mind was in chaos.

"He, Master, he really took the ghost pill... I actually, he explained it to me countless times during the period, but I didn't believe him..."

Dong Zhao's whole body was like thunder, and he froze in place for a long time.

But even if he knew the truth, Dong Zhao hated him, because if it wasn't for him, how could his big marriage with Yanyan become like that because of his senior brother.

Dong Zhao feels guilty towards him, but also has a surge of love and hatred. It's hard to explain that feeling, even Dong Zhao can't explain it clearly.

After Kong Kong left, Dong Zhao carefully hugged Ye Qiao into his arms, facing him, Dong Zhao couldn't express his feelings clearly.

Ye Qiao woke up that day, and Dong Zhao was holding a wooden box in his hand.

He pinched Ye Qiao's chin with a half-smile, looked at him like a madman and said, "Master, I will give you a pair of eyes. It may hurt when you install the eyes. Master, bear with it, and you can reopen it if you bear with it." Seeing the light again—”

Ye Qiao didn't know what he wanted to do, but he felt that as long as he didn't throw him into the marrow washing pool or make him fall in love, he didn't care about anything.

Dong Zhao opened the wooden box. It was a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, Yanyan's eyes.

He cast a spell and recited the mantra, his eyes flew into Ye Qiao's eye sockets.

"what!"

A scream resounded throughout the dungeon.

Ye Qiao covered his eyes, trembling in pain, and when the stinging pain gradually subsided, when he opened his eyes, Dong Zhao's face was reflected in his pupils.

Ye Qiao stared at him blankly for a long time, "So you look like this..."

Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly his eyes burned, and his whole head was in severe pain. He hugged his head and howled in pain.

"Master! Master!"

Seeing him like this, Dong Zhao didn't know what to do.

Ye Qiao closed his eyes tightly, one scene after another of the previous life flashed through his mind, all the memories flooded into his head.

He remembered everything.

Ye Qiao buried her head in the crook of her arms, remained silent for a while, and suddenly burst out laughing wildly.

Dong Zhao didn't know what happened, but he was in pain for a while, and laughed wildly for a while.

"Master, are you okay?"

Ye Qiao raised his head slowly, looked at him, his shoulders shrugged more and more, tears fell down, the despair in his eyes and the only relief in his eyes made Dong Zhao tremble with fear.

"The forbidden woman is right, some things end here for the best, but I...but I stubbornly don't believe it."

Dong Zhao didn't understand what he was talking about.

Ye Qiao looked at him indifferently, "You really don't deserve to be an apprentice, let alone my husband."

When Dong Zhao heard his words, he became furious, and he grabbed Ye Qiao's neck.

"Master, do you want to take a dip in the marrow washing pool again?"

In the past, when these words came out, Ye Qiao would always give in and beg for mercy in front of him, but this time it was different, he just smiled.

Dong Zhao gritted his teeth, pressed him under him, and once again vented all his unhappiness on him.

It was already the next morning after the matter was over, and Dong Zhaogang was about to leave. Ye Qiao's eyes were red, blurred and misty, and he said a few words.

Dong Zhao paused, as if he didn't hear clearly, he turned back and leaned over to listen again.

"I... want to... drink... water..."

Dong Zhao glanced at him who was covered in bruises, got up and brought him a glass of water.

Hugging him, put the teacup to his mouth.

What surprised him was that Ye Qiao only took a sip and then stopped drinking.

"I shouted that I was thirsty, so I just took a sip, heh!"

After speaking, Dong Zhao smashed the teacup in his hand aside, which meant that he wanted to drink, but he didn't have to.

Ye Qiao's complexion was pale, her body was as light as a feather, and she was a little thinner.

He took a deep breath, "Azhao, I don't want you anymore."