However, when Zhou Yanqing raised his hand and rubbed his head gently, the soft color in her eyes made Liang Wenqin feel relaxed, and he immediately smiled sweetly.

I feel at ease, don’t panic, and I am not unfamiliar with it. This is the fragrance he is familiar with.

But he sniffed the tip of his nose.

Xiangxiang has a fragrance on her body, but this fragrance...

It smelled something strange today.

He tilted his head, a little worried.

Zhou Yanqing held his hand: "Jiang Jianchen is outside, go to his place and let him help you see the injury."

"Where is the fragrance?"

Zhou Yanqing glanced at Mr. Liang who was subdued with cold eyes. "I have something to do, be good."

Liang Wenyin was inexplicably afraid to be presumptuous.

He glanced at Zhou Yanqing timidly: "It's okay, really!"

Zhou Yanqing was almost amused by him.

He was injured, but he had to comfort him in turn.

"Be good, I'll go find you for a quarter of an hour at most."

Liang Wenqiu was reluctant to leave, but in the end, he walked out of the dark room in one step.

Someone wanted to help him, but he shook his head and he didn't let him help him.

For some reason, he didn't seem to like to let people other than Xiangxiang touch him, both men and women, young and old.

After Liang Wenqian left, Zhou Yanqing glanced at the blood-stained torture instruments on the shelf.

"Where do these come from?"

She used to ask Jiuchong Temple for a lot of money, but she only got a magic whip.

But here, more than a dozen kinds of torture instruments are specially made, such as bracket boards, whip sticks, and blades of different models and sizes.

She picked up one of the bone-clearing knives as thin as a cicada's wings and touched the blade with her fingertips. The knife was very fast. Almost before she could feel it, it had already cut through the skin of her fingertips and a blood bead oozed out.

It is really a sharp iron-cut like mud.

Mr. Liang was sitting in a wheelchair, and he clenched his fists and kept calm.

"He...he's lucky."

Second Master Liang gritted his teeth. This was not the first time he had seen Zhou Yanqing. As early as that time, almost ten years ago, Liang Wenqiu had an accident, and this person often came to the Liang family.

She ran here from time to time for two consecutive years. If she didn't come one day, she would definitely have delayed it.

For example, she had been running around the world and even went to Wu Kingdom. That was the longest time she left, and it took half a year to go back and forth.

Zhou Yanqing bent her lips and smiled. She carried the bone-clearing knife toward Master Liang Er's hand. She flipped her wrist and raised the knife and fell. The bone-clearing knife suddenly pierced into Master Liang's thighs. Blood instantly gushed, dyeing Master Liang's pants red.

Second Master Liang also screamed in irresistible.

"Does it hurt?"

She asked indifferently, but the look in her eyes looked like wildfires in hell.

He pulled out the bone-clearing knife and stabbed it hard again. His face remained unchanged, and he still looked calm and gentle.

"My question... He hurts more than this."

"Where did you come from this? Who instructed you to do this?"

"If you confess, I may be able to give you some fun."

Mr. Liang gritted his teeth: "Dog Emperor, you dream! Even if I, Liang Chao, die here today, the lord will definitely send someone else to harvest it in the future!"

His face was covered in cold sweat, and his body was convulsing in pain, and he spat at Zhou Yanqing.

Zhou Yanqing's expression was dark: "It seems that someone is really instructing him behind the scenes."

"Are you cheating me?"

Liang Erye's face changed for a moment.

Zhou Yanqing: "I never get tired of deceitful soldiers."

A quarter of an hour later.

Lin Wenzhou's face turned pale and handed it to Zhou Yanqing.
Chapter completed!