Marchioness Brothel

Jiang Zeyu desperately wanted to call for help and wanted the guards in the yard outside to find himself. However, Jiang Xiaolou smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, those guards...have already been overwhelmed by the beauties."

She smiled when she spoke, but the whip was merciless, hitting Jiang Zeyu with flesh and bones. There was an uncomfortable numbness in that painful feeling. Every piece of skin and flesh on his body was wailing, and he really knew what life is better than death.

Jiang Xiaolou's beating gesture was very elegant, but he didn't show any mercy when he fell on him.

Jiang Zeyu was dying, but he always stared at her with hateful eyes. He was betting that the other party would not dare to kill him. When he was rescued, he had to pierce the bone of this girl!

Jiang Xiaolou seemed to see through what he was thinking, but smiled and threw his whip, and looked at Jiang Zeyu who was covered in blood: "It seems that he is still not convinced? Isn't it?"

Of course not convinced! Jiang Zeyu has never suffered such humiliation in his life.

He must not be convinced.

Jiang Xiaolou's smile slowly sank: "I just beat you a few times and you are so unconvinced. Then when you humiliate me, I will not feel sad? If you are in pain, I will not be in pain? You are human. Am I not? You can trample on the dignity of others at will, but I can't trample you under your feet? All this is just repaying you for that day."

Jiang Zeyu's eyes widened.

Jiang Xiaolou's face was as pale as the original lotus, and he sighed softly: "The son is right, I will not kill you, but it is not because I am afraid of the consequences, but I feel that it is better to let a person live in pain than to make him happy. Death is much stronger."

After hearing this sentence, Jiang Zeyu only felt that even the bones were beginning to grow.

"How many innocent girls have you insulted and abused in your life, one, two, three... I remember, there are not one hundred and fifty. Tsk tsk, it is a huge number." Her voice was so soft and quiet. But there is a faint danger.

So what? Those women are from humble backgrounds! His eyes said so.

Jiang Xiaolou nodded: "Yes, of course I understand what you mean. They are all from humble backgrounds, so they can only be trampled on." As she said, she walked to Jiang Zeyu's side, supporting him with one hand. Young and handsome face: "Young Master Jiang, I must tell you that birth is not to be chosen, but this does not mean that you have the right to trample on other people's lives. Of course, as a gift you always miss me, I want Give you a great gift."

Jiang Zeyu's eyes widened in horror, because he saw Jiang Xiaolou's slender hand stretched out.

Wow-his clothes and flesh tore apart, he should have screamed, but he could only snorted, his eyelids rolled, and he passed out in pain.

When he woke up for the second time, he was awakened by the severe pain. This time, his upper body had been stripped off, and his whole person was still tightly **** like a rice dumpling, looking extremely embarrassed.

"I was very careful just now. I just left a place to paint." Jiang Xiaolou said softly, seriously drawing something on his chest, then lowered his head and thought for a while, then said: "This painting is very suitable for the son. I believe you will like it."

Jiang Zeyu's neck was hooked on a corner of the mahogany cabinet by a rope. There was no way to lower his head. He only felt the wet brush wandering on his chest. The two were close together. This scene should have made him feel very sweet and helpless. The place where I was whipped is itchy and painful, life is better than death, there is really no way to notice anything else. He tried his best to move, only to find that his body was weaker than before, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Don't waste your effort. The wine and vegetables just now are not poisonous. The poisonous thing is my finger. I accidentally touched a toothpick and stained it with cherry juice, so you didn't even know it." Jiang Xialou continued to paint seriously. .

Jiang Zeyu was frantic with hatred, and his complexion couldn't help but become even more hideous.

After drawing a satisfactory picture, Jiang Xiaolou smiled slightly, took out a long needle, and shook it in front of Jiang Zeyu: "Say it first, don't move it."

Jiang Zeyu's body froze for an instant and stretched straight.

Jiang Xiaolou is like embroidering, one stitch down, the needle creaks on the skin with the rhythm, the pain has been deep into the flesh, and Jiang Zeyu's whole body is cold and sweaty, and he has goose bumps. With each stabbing stroke, a thin needle cuts through the skin, Jiang Xiaolou paints it in time, fills in the color, thickens the line, and fills in the color. Once Jiang Zeyu passes out of pain, he will soon wake up again. Come here and live and die like this dozens of times. If there isn't a rag in his mouth, I just want to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

He finally knew what it was like to suffer, and even the anger, resentment, and humiliation at the beginning were forgotten, and the mentality that he must get back from revenge was left to support. After waiting for an hour, he even forgot about revenge. He only hated why he was still alive and why he wanted to provoke this lunatic woman.

Finally, she stopped the needle and looked at it carefully for a while before nodding satisfied.

"You really want to thank me for my talent. I learned it after seeing the master stabbing it for a while. Ah, I forgot to sterilize it. I'm really sorry. However, I think Young Master Jiang won't care, right?"

Jiang Xiaolou laughed at Yan Yan, dropped the needle and paint casually, and cut the rope around his neck with a knife.

Jiang Zeyu lowered his head, a green-haired tortoise was on his chest, grinning at him with teeth and claws.

Suddenly, the fire rushed to the top of his head. Jiang Xiaolou, a bitch, dare to draw a green turtle on his chest, and he also covered a large area of ​​skin on his chest. The turtle's tail reached half an inch above his belly button.

The next moment, the sharp blade pressed against his neck, she was close, and the corners of her curled lips were slightly mockingly naive: "Master Jiang, remember, don't offend a woman easily next time."

Jiang Zeyu was so angry that his eyes were splitting, and his whole body was in severe pain. Finally, he could no longer stand the torture of the anger and anger, and passed out completely.

Jiang Xiaolou stood up coldly and gave him a condescending look.

The sky outside the window has become dark and bright, but Jiang Xiaolou did not immediately run away, but carefully combed the long blue silk against the bronze mirror, carefully selected a gold hairpin inlaid with opal, and also on his wrist. Wearing a valuable carved red gold bracelet with golden bells hanging on the ankles, I picked a red flower cage skirt to wear. This skirt is light, soft and thin, and is woven with translucent monofilament. Embroidered, with various colors of silk thread embroidered with flowers and birds and other patterns, looks dazzling.

After she put it on, she looked at herself through the bronze mirror.

Rich black hair, snow-colored skin, dazzling earrings, and dazzling skirts can attract everyone's attention.

Beautiful.

Time passed bit by bit, and finally dawn. She looked at the comatose person with an ill-intentioned smile.

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