Nan Qing looked at the old madam who was still covering her mouth with a painful look on her face. She chuckled and said, "If I remember correctly, the guests in this house can play with anyone they want, as long as they take a breath."
Half of the Madam's face was numb, her teeth were knocked out, and her mouth was still bleeding.
The Madam also understood the meaning of the conversation between Nan Qin and the man wearing the mask just now.
Nan Qin came back to take revenge.
The old madam was so frightened that she forced herself to smile and said: "This... this house is just a bit expensive, and there is no such regulation."
"Really? But I remember it was here, you whipped a group of girls to tell them the rules of this wing."
"No, there is no such thing. Miss Nan, I will let you go free, but you can also let me go. I just open a building and do business. I had no choice before."
"It turns out that I have no choice but to understand it this way."
Nan Qing turned around and went to the inner room. The old bustard's face turned pale. There was... The old bustard didn't care that her face hurt. She turned around and ran towards the door!
Xie Lingmu, who was sitting lazily drinking tea, raised his hand and threw a tea cup, hitting the old madam in the leg. She suddenly lost all strength and threw herself on the floor with a heavy sound.
"Xiao Qin'er, what have you done? You're about to run away."
"Young Master is here, how can anyone escape?"
The little girl's natural words came from the inner room, and Xie Lingmu felt more interesting. He wanted to see how she would take revenge on those who bullied him.
The old madam felt pain all over her body. She broke down and cried: "Master, please do me a favor. Please spare my family. It was my family who was blind and did not know what is good and what is good. I will never dare to do it again."
Nan Qing came out of the inner room, holding a thick whip in her hand. There were small barbs on the whip. You can imagine what it would feel like to be whipped with this whip.
The inner room is full of flirting torture instruments. These torture instruments are so spicy that they can kill half of a person's life.
For more than ten years in the brothel, countless women have entered the house standing and left sideways. If their faces are too bad to accept customers, they will be sold at a low price and played with by others.
Nan Qing came over with a smile on her young face. Without saying a word, she whipped the old madam.
"ah!"
"The scream is too unpleasant. Please make your voice softer." After saying this, Nan Qing whipped him again.
The old bustard rolled in pain and screamed in an extremely unpleasant voice.
"It's so unpleasant. Is this how you serve your guests? Your voice makes me sick."
After that, Nan Qing whipped him several times in succession. The small barbs on the whip would pull the skin and flesh. With just a few blows, the old bustard's whole body felt like he had been fished out of the water, and he was sweating profusely in pain.
It's not ordinary cruelty. Who would have thought that a girl who was like a good baby a second ago could do such a thing now.
Xie Lingmu looked stunned for a few seconds, and then the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
The little girl gave him more and more surprises.
The bloodthirsty look is so cute.
What would happen if she waved the whip at him?
Xie Lingmu thought of a wild cat with explosive hair that he had seen in the bushes in the middle of the night. It was cute and petite, but it showed its teeth in a pretentious manner, and the hair on its body exploded, as if it had the momentum to scare him away.
Nan Qing whipped her dozens of times and then threw away the whip. She walked to the table and brought a cup of tea to drink.
Xie Lingmu's eyes were always on her, and he touched her palm with his fingers: "Tired?"