Seeing them being beaten but still caring about her feelings and trying not to scream made Duanmu Minya feel even more uncomfortable. She felt as if her heart was stabbed hard with a sharp awl, hard.
The pain was so painful that she could not speak!
Her eyes were so painful that they were full of regret, and were filled with crystal clear tears. Her vision was blurred and she could not clearly see the person in front of her!
I don’t know how long she was beaten. Qiujuan’s eyes were distracted, and she slowly lay unconscious on Duanmu Minya’s body. Even though her consciousness had fallen into darkness, she still protected Duanmu Minya.
No intention of letting go at all.
Duanmu Minya looked at Qiujuan with tears in her eyes. She hugged Qiujuan who had fallen into coma with all her strength and turned over. She turned over and lay on Qiujuan's body again, letting the whip hit her back and body again.
After the whip, the brocade clothes were shattered, blood stains suddenly appeared, and the bloody mouths were torn open, like a ferocious beast with a bloody mouth, which was breathtaking!
When the whip-wielding woman paused!
Duanmu Minya suddenly looked back, her tearful clear eyes were full of cold light, cold, biting, and slightly murderous, like a ghost, staring directly at the woman who chose the whip, and every word she spoke seemed to come from the underworld of hell.
The cold voice said.
"Whatever you hit on me today, you will pay back ten times in the future! Please remember this to me!"
Although Duanmu Minya was lying on Qiujuan's body in a state of embarrassment, her cold and aloof kingly aura was fully displayed at this moment!
That inviolable aura, that naturally bursting out domineering force, made it impossible for the whip-wielding woman to fight any longer!
Such murderous eyes, those sharp eyes seemed to turn into extremely sharp knives, piercing straight into her heart, causing her whole body to be frightened by invisible pressure, and she almost couldn't hold the whip-wielding hand.
Holding the whip, she felt as if she had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cellar. Waves of deep cold made her body tremble like chaff, and droplets of cold sweat soaked her temples in the chilly late autumn.
Even in such an embarrassing moment, when Duanmu Minya suddenly looked back, her face as bright as the autumn moon still made that beautiful woman with colorful makeup stunning!
The slanting phoenix eyes of the beautiful woman with colorful makeup suddenly sank, and the idea that she must be destroyed suddenly rose in her heart. She winked at the maid again, and the maid nodded slightly again.
"Hit me! Hit me quickly! Hit me hard!"
The maid immediately turned around, looked at the maid who stopped, and yelled at her loudly!
The maid helplessly shook her hands and raised the whip again, but for a while, she didn't dare to swing it down!
She suddenly said "touch!" and knelt down in front of the maid, crying.
"Sister Xuemei, slave... slave..."
The slave didn’t dare to hit her! She murmured a few times, but she didn’t dare to say it out loud!