Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

On the messy bed, all vented on him.

The white body is as immature as a porcelain doll, every part is just right, as if it has been carefully carved, and a light touch will leave red fingerprints.

Weeping uncontrollably, it turned into a suppressed sob...

The body was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

all night...

His begging voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible...

Those slender and white wrists were bound by satin red silk, and because of the struggle, there were bright red marks.

Ye Qiao frowned, her small face was huddled together in pain, her eyes were red and misty, and there were still a few teardrops hanging on her long wet eyelashes, trembling slightly, she was pitiful and pitiful.

"Master hates me very much, right?"

Ye Qiao turned her head away, her lip was bitten a little bit, it was bright red, extremely alluring.

Dong Zhao sneered, "It seems that he really hates me."

He pinched his palm viciously.

Seeing his frightened and nervous appearance, Dong Zhao smiled, and whispered in his ear.

"Since Master hates me so much, then I will imprison Master in front of me forever, so that Master can see me every day and beg for mercy in my ear every night... Do you think it's okay... Master... ..."

He suddenly gritted his teeth, "This is what you owe me, Master!"

As he spoke, he turned Ye Qiao's face fiercely, forcing him to look at him.

Ye Qiaohong looked at him.

He said hoarsely, "If I knew you were like this, I should have killed you earlier!"

Dong Zhao looked cold, and his eyes revealed danger everywhere.

He said in a low voice, "I'm afraid every day in the future, Master will regret that he didn't kill me early!"

After speaking, he got up and picked up the scattered robes on the ground, and put them on slowly.

"Master, it's best not to think about running away. If you can't escape...you will be punished if you get caught—"

Ye Qiao trembled, not knowing why Dong Zhao became like this.

If it was because he was his enemy who killed his father and mother, he could have just killed him and ended it directly, and why did he torture him like this.

Watching him walk out of the room, that figure was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Every part of the body is filled with a smell that does not belong to him, and there is a deep bite mark on the collarbone.

He hugged his knees, almost into a ball, his shoulders shrugged, and his whole body trembled, but even crying was so humble and frightened that he didn't dare to cry out loud.

After Dong Zhao got out of the room, he chanted some kind of mantra, and a stream of water shrouded the entire blue sea and sky, people inside couldn't get out, and people outside couldn't get in.

On the sixth day of his imprisonment, Dong Zhao bound his hands and feet with satin red silk, and tied the other end to the beams and pillars of the house.

Dong Zhao knelt down in front of him, leaning over to him, holding a piece of white gauze in his hand and carefully bandaging the knife wound on his neck.

Ye Qiao couldn't bear it anymore, and wiped his neck with a knife in his heart. Fortunately, Dong Zhao found out in time.

Dong Zhao wrapped around the wound and suddenly froze, staring at the thin, thin and shallow scar under the wound in a daze.

"Why is there a scar on the neck?"

Ye Qiao tilted her head and didn't want to answer him.

He would never know that during the four years when he was missing, Ye Qiao raised his sword and wiped his neck on one of the big nights, all because of him.

Seeing that he didn't want to answer, Dong Zhao didn't ask any more questions.

He continued to bandage the wound on his hand.

"hiss--"

"Is it hurting Master? I'll be more gentle..." Dong Zhao subconsciously showed worry and nervousness on his face.

Ye Qiao glanced at him, and his eyes fell on the red silk bound on his hands.

He tugged, and the red silk was tied to the beams and four pillars, very firmly.

Dong Zhao sighed, "I don't want to do this either, the master is too bad, so I had to tie him up—"

Ye Qiao stared at him coldly.

"Master, don't look at me like that."

"You people who have the world in mind always like to stand on the top and watch people. I am not a murderous maniac, nor did I kill any innocent people. What I killed were the people who killed my Dong family. How could I not report it!"

"Should I happily clap my hands and say "good job" and "good job!"? "

As he spoke, he glanced at Ye Qiao's expression.

"What would you do if you were Master? Master might forgive those who killed your parents, Master might forgive those who killed your entire clan?"

Ye Qiao was finally willing to look up at him, "The Dong family has harmed countless people, and they deserve it."

Dong Zhao snorted and smiled, "You deserve it again!"

His expression suddenly became terrified, "You deserve what you deserve! The three members of the Dong family, the old, the young, and the young, all deserve what you deserve! If I was there back then, wouldn't I deserve to die too! Tu'er has never killed anyone before, What kind of cultivator has been sucked! Should he die!"

"Master, you can guarantee that none of the people who killed so many people died in vain!"

"Master, dare to say that Han Shan killed the 36 members of my Dong family, the old couple who were sixty years old, the child who played with mud and tiles, and the little woman who was pregnant with Liujia, all deserve to die!"

"Master, dare to say that Ji Genggeng and Gu Zhong killed 28 members of my Dong family, including [-] five-year-old children, two blind old men, and a baby who was still in its infancy. Sixteen days, do they all deserve to die? They have all killed people, have they absorbed any cultivation base!"

"Master, dare to say that Dian Feiluan killed 82 members of my Dong family. Among them was a seven-year-old dumb man who grew up with me. He was so pure-hearted that he would not even be willing to step on an ant to death. He deserves to die!"

"There is also Xiao Ce, he killed 37 members of my Dong family, can Master guarantee that there are no innocent people among them!"

Dong Zhao became more excited as he spoke, his eyes were red and his face was bare.

"Did I take revenge wrong!"

"A sea of ​​blood and deep hatred! We cannot share the sky!"

Ye Qiao's chest rose and fell slightly, and his heart twisted very uncomfortable.

Dong Zhao's words were aggressive, but not without reason.

If he killed his parents himself, what qualifications do he have to persuade him? Although Dong and his wife are not innocent, even if they are full of crimes, they are still his parents, aren't they?

Dong Zhaohong narrowed his eyes and laughed at himself, "I know, I killed Han Shan Ji Genggeng, Gu Zhong and Dian Feiluan, Master must hate me very much."

"Master hates me, why don't I hate Master."

Ye Qiao lowered his head and did not refute.

"Master, go ahead and hate me, what should I do, even if it is struck by lightning!"

He bent down and gently raised his thin chin with two fingers, and there were a few tooth marks and red marks on his slightly exposed shoulders, which made people have nowhere to imagine.

"Master, do you still think I'm wrong?"

Ye Qiao looked at him indifferently, with her lips tightly closed.

He grinned, "Sure enough, Master doesn't stand by my side every time!"

That night, he was forced to have fun again, and Dong Zhao didn't feel satisfied until the early morning and left, leaving him lying in the middle of the bedroom with his hands and feet bound and disheveled.

I've been looking forward to you for four full years, and you imprisoned me if I didn't have any tenderness in the future after I came back.