Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

The Jialan sword in Dong Zhao's hand trembled and clanked, and the darkness in his eyes gradually spread to his entire eyeballs.

Suddenly a white shadow appeared in sight.

Ye Qiao stepped on the moonlight and came back to pick him up.

"Is... is it him? It's really him!"

"He didn't abandon me, so he didn't want to abandon me..."

Dong Zhao hugged him excitedly.

"Great, I thought you left me..."

Ye Qiao's slender waist was tightly embraced by him.

"Hmm...why does this kid have such big hands?"

He smiled lightly, gentler than the pouring moonlight.

Patted him on the back lightly.

"How could I leave you—"

"Azhao, you hug me too tightly, I can't breathe..."

Only then did Dong Zhao let him go.

"How much has this child suffered, how many times has he been abandoned? I have only been away for a while, and I think I don't want him anymore. It's pitiful to be frightened like this-"

"Sorry, I was so nervous..."

Ye Qiao took his hand.

At that moment, Dong Zhao looked at him, and he was like a dazzling white light illuminating his lonely heart hidden in the darkness.

The temperature in his palm spread into the blood, making every part of his body start to boil.

After he had no home, no one was willing to approach him, most of them were verbal insults, punches and kicks, let alone someone who didn't dislike him and could take his hand.

The road down the mountain was very romantic, so romantic that Dong Zhao forgot the family rules of Fan’s family and never went out at night, so he might be whipped again when he returned.

Even if it takes a beating, it's worth it.

He reluctantly said, "Can we meet again tomorrow? It's by the river, is that okay?"

"Okay." Ye Qiao readily agreed.

"You must come..."

"kindness……"

"Sure..."

"I'll be waiting for you."

"understood--"

After Shanxia parted, Dong Zhao stood on the street and watched him until he disappeared at the end of the street and did not see him for a long time before he turned his head and opened the door of Fan's house.

With a smile on his lips, he had just stepped into the yard when his legs were hit hard by a stick, and he knelt down on the hard white jade steps with his knees bent.

"hiss--"

Before she could cry out the pain, Madam Fan slowly came up with a whip dipped in salt water in her hand.

The mistress of the Fan family saw that she was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and her eyes were so cruel that it was outrageous.

Raising the horseskin whip in his hand, he drew a beautiful arc in the air, and with a whistling sound, he slammed it heavily on Dong Zhao's body.

Whip after whip, whip after whip, shattered the tattered clothes on his body, and the thin shirt was soaked in streaks of glaring blood.

After a while, the clothes on his body turned into bloody clothes, and the skin all over his body was torn apart, which was very shocking.

Normal people like this can't bear the wailing and screaming of their father and mother, or they are rolling all over the ground in embarrassment.

But he endured whip after whip, but he stood still like a pine and cypress, gritting his teeth to resist.

"Dong Zhao, you useless dog! Do you know how valuable my purple gold vase is! It was my treasure, and it was broken by you, and you dared to come back, thinking that you would not come back! You really deserve to die !"

Madam Fan gritted her teeth and whipped him with all her strength, her eyes swallowed fire and wanted his life.

There was fine cold sweat on Dong Zhao's forehead, and the sweat dripped into his eyes from time to time, the irritated eyeballs were painful and astringent, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth to keep himself from making a sound.

Madam Fan's whip rang throughout the compound for a long time.

The flying bloody clothes made popping sounds in the air, like singing and crying.

He was tortured like this, but he still had a stubborn look that did not dare to give in. With the blood in his mouth, he said neither humble nor overbearing: "I didn't break the purple gold vase, it was Fan Yingying!"

Fan Yingying, the eldest lady of the Fan family, is unruly and willful, with a black heart.

The hearts of everyone in the Fan family were dark and purple.

Fan Yingying gave the blood man who was kneeling on the ground a hard look, and pretended to be very wronged, and threw herself on Madam Fan's body.

Crying and grievanced in every possible way, "Mother... He wronged me, he broke the vase, he was taking revenge on my mother for beating and scolding him last time, he was afraid that the punishment would be arranged on me, my daughter is so wronged——"

Madam Fan pointed at him and cursed: "Dong Zhao, you dog mouth bites people indiscriminately, be careful I will sew your mouth shut."

Dong Zhao's eyes were full of perseverance and he said: "Fan Yingying broke the purple gold vase, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Fan Yingying smiled sinisterly and cried even harder. She stomped her feet and lay in the arms of Madam Fan's mother, weeping and said: "Mother, look at him talking!"

Where did Madam Fan see her daughter crying so wronged, she was full of anger on Dong Zhao.

Gritting his teeth, he roared angrily, "Come here, bring a needle and thread!"

At the same time, the mistress of the Fan family had a thick and long silver needle in her hand, and walked towards Dong Zhao wearing a wire.

Dong Zhao's arms were tightly restrained by four servants, unable to move.

One of the burly domestic servants broke his chin, and he was forced to look up and let others slaughter him.

He watched helplessly and helplessly as the four-inch silver needle quickly penetrated his lower lip.

Blood poured down the wire and fell drop by drop on the white jade stone board, like blossoming red plums, dazzling and dazzling.

His eyes were filled with blood, and he didn't make a sound like this, his thin lips were trembling uncontrollably, blood was flowing.

Fan Yingying covered her mouth and laughed tremblingly.

On the bloody wire, there were drops of blood and scraps of meat hanging on it. She was so high that she went through her lips one stitch at a time, requiring a total of twelve stitches.

Dong Zhao was covered in blood, and immediately passed out, and was dragged by his legs into the woodshed by his servants.

When he woke up the next day, his mouth hurt so much that he rolled on the ground a few times.

But thinking of having an appointment with Ye Qiao today, he clasped his fists between his chest, trembling with pain for a while, enduring the pain, dodging the servants and slipping out.

When it was still daylight, he came to the small river early and waited for him.

Stretching his head to look at the river, he raised his hand tremblingly, and began to pull out the bloody wire sewn on his lips.

"what!"

The moment Dong Zhao gritted his teeth and pulled it out, blood gushed out from his mouth, and the river was dyed blood red.

He rolled on the shore in pain, and his screams resounded throughout the forest.

It was not until a long time before he arched his body convulsively and crawled to the river with all his strength, holding the river water in his trembling hands to clean his bloody lips.

When the cold river water touched the skinless flesh and blood, it was violently stimulated, and the pain made him clenched his fists tightly, and the head fell into the river feebly.

He kept this movement for a long time, if not for the trembling of his body, he would have thought he had drowned in the river.

After cleaning the wound, he didn't have any strength, so he slumped under the willow tree next to him.

The twelve bloody holes on the lips still oozed blood from time to time.

He waited from morning until almost dusk and sunset.

Looking at the orange sunset in the sky, he smiled bitterly.

"You obviously promised me, why did you break the appointment. Sure enough...no one can be trusted!"