"Tsk! What a filial and good daughter. Unfortunately, she is as despicable as that bitch Fang Xin. Is it true that she gave birth to her? "Shu Lingjiang mercilessly stabbed the second silver needle into Luo Mingya's thumb. Maybe the silver needle is thicker than the previous one. Luo Mingya stabbed the silver needle and kept small red blood drops popping out from the wound. Shu Lingjiang ordered her: "Open your eyes and see clearly how your hand is slowly crippled. This is definitely just the beginning. You will regret it, Luo Mingya."

For each needle next, Shu Lingjiang had different depths, and the length and thinness of the silver needle were not consistent. When all five were pierced, Luo Mingya was sweating all over her body. Even a careful breathing would cause pain in every nerve on her hand. Luo Mingya cried intermittently. Shu Lingjiang seemed to feel that she was not hurt enough. He took her downstairs to the kitchen. He pulled out the five silver needles from her hand at once. He put a slightly hot water. He pressed her hand into the hot water without saying anything. Luo Mingya's fingers hurt violently, and his eyes were red and he cried bitterly: "It hurts, Shu Lingjiang, my hand hurts so much! My hand will be ruined, Shu Lingjiang!"

Shu Lingjiang's hand was quickly pulled out of the water by him. Luo Mingya thought he had given up to tossing her. Unexpectedly, within a few minutes, her red and swollen wound was filled with salt. She screamed hysterically in front of him. She had never suffered such inhuman torture in her life. This kind of trick that she had always seen in TV series evolved on her, making her feel cruel and inhumane.

But when she thought that this was what her dead mother owed Shu Lingjiang, she still endured it.

She wants to atone for her mother.

After several tosses by Shulingjiang, Luo Mingya's five fingers were red, swollen, ugly and unsightly. The originally tiny wound was eroded by salt. The severe pain of Luo Mingya wanted to pick up the kitchen knife in the kitchen and then ended the operation of her hand.

Shu Lingjiang's deep black eyes stared at Luo Mingya's swollen and ugly right hand, and pressed the hand hard on the crystal table in the living room. Luo Mingya couldn't bear it for a moment. She moaned in pain in front of him. He could only hear him asking her in his ear: "Do you regret it? Do you regret atone for your mother?"

Luo Mingya shook her head desperately, and what appeared in her mind was the gentle and lovely smiling face of a woman. The woman was not someone else, but Fang Xin, who was her memory, and her mother.

"Sooner or later you will regret it. I should have said more than once. This is just a small beginning. What you have endured is just a little bit. It's not enough. Luo Mingya, what makes you more painful is still at the end. In the end, you will definitely not even have the strength to cry and cry." Shu Lingjiang said this, a strange smile appeared on his face. In a few minutes, Luo Mingya kept frowning and didn't know what to say. He grabbed her hand and walked towards the study room upstairs. After he pulled her into the door, he pointed to the small window in the study room. He ordered her to her, "Open that window."
Chapter completed!