When it was evening, the exhausted Liu still fell limply on the grass.
One of the demons lifted Liu Yiran up by his hair and said jokingly: "It's only daytime, Mrs. Dongfang already wants to rest?" Then he put a rein around the young woman's neck and dragged her behind the car. Tie to the vehicle peg.
Ziyu was sent to the carriage in front of her for the people in the carriage to molest. Liu Yiran was the only one standing alone outside the carriage. She looked around blankly and shouted: "Yun'er! Yun'er!"
"Mom!" A clear voice came from in front of her.
Liu Yiran immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said silently in her heart: "Thank God... Yun'er is fine." At this time, in her heart, the pain and shame of the day were worth it.
There were several noises in the car, and Liu Yiran's heart immediately tightened. Then the Black Tower Bear King's voice sounded, "Young man still has some strength. Want to see your mother? That's good."
When the car curtain opened, her son's cute face appeared in front of her. Seeing that her son was safe and sound, Liu Yiran's heart was suddenly overwhelmed with joy. She smiled and called softly: "Yun'er."
Dongfang Qingyun did not speak, but there was a trace of doubt in his big bright eyes. Only then did Liu Yiran realize that he was naked, and his face turned red. After a while, Dongfang Qingyun softly called out: "Mother, What’s wrong with you……"
Liu Yiran covered his chest with his arms and said with a hot face: "Mom is fine... Yun'er, please go in. We can go home tomorrow morning."
Dongfang Qingyun seemed to have grown up ten years suddenly. He returned to the car without saying a word and hid in a dark corner of the car.
With her neck tightened and the reins pulled straight, Liu still couldn't help but start running with the carriage. As soon as she took a step, she realized how rough she had been through last night. Every step she took, her lower body felt burning pain. Soon she was dripping with sweat. , the legs are sore.
Her hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her neck. She looked into the car from time to time. As long as she didn't let her son see it, she could bear any amount of humiliation. Dongfang Qingyun seemed to know what was on her mind and kept hiding in the corner. There is no looking back.
The car drove all night and stopped in front of an abandoned temple at dawn. Liu Yiran was called into the car. Yesterday she was the beautiful and poetic lady of the Oriental Family of Feiyun Castle. At this time, her whole body was covered with dust and sweat streaked her body. The meandering marks reveal the true color of the skin.
The Black Tower Bear King first asked Ziyu to scrub Liu Yiran clean, then took out the steel needle and said lightly: "Lie down." Liu Yiran was startled, and immediately understood that he was going to give himself a tattoo, which was a mark that could not be washed away in his life. ... She was stunned for a moment, then slowly lay down. She didn't want to live in this world anyway, so what else could she cherish about this dirty body? The sharp steel needle pierced the skin and brought out a drop of bright red blood. beads.
Dongfang Qingyun was like a silent little monk, sitting in the corner facing the wall. He knew his mother was right behind him, but did not look back. Liu still looked at his son with affection, and even the physical pain seemed to be forgotten.
After the Black Tower Bear King finished stabbing, the young woman's body was already bloody and bloody. Ziyu wiped away the blood with tears in her eyes, and the Black Tower Bear King picked up the ink next to her and applied it on Liu Yiran's body.
Liu Yiran lowered his head and looked, only to see that the tattoo on his body was neither a flower nor a bird, but two lines of words, "Mrs. Dongfangchun of Feiyun Castle" and "Liu Yiran, the obscene slave of Baishoumen". The dark writing was printed on the snow-white Her skin was a reminder of all the humiliations she had suffered.
"Is Ben Xiong Wang good at stabbing me?" Heita Xiong Wang asked. A tear fell on the handwriting, opening up a faint line of ink, and then more and more. Liu Yiran whispered: "Okay..."
The Black Tower Bear King chuckled and said: "As long as you are satisfied. The agreed time will be up in one hour, can't Mrs. Dongfang just can't wait?" Liu Yiran's eyes stopped on her body and remained silent. She was thinking about what she would do when she committed suicide.
You must make sure that no one can find your body, and you must destroy the writings first. Or cut off your own skin with your own hands... No one can see it no matter what. The Black Tower Bear King pushed Liu Yiran down again and said: "
At this moment, Mrs. Dongfang is still the obscene slave of King Xiong..."
Dongfang Qingyun, who was sitting quietly, suddenly vomited blood and fell down. The sky-sniffing dog said: "King Bear, this little kid is so angry that he is already dead."
"Since he has no chance of surviving, just throw him out to feed the wolves." The Black Tower Bear King said slowly while raping Liu Yiran.
After Liu Yiran heard the news of his son's death, he was startled. He raised his jade head and looked towards where his son was sitting just now. He saw the sky-sniffing dog picking up his son's young body and throwing it out of the car. "Yun'er!
"Liu Yiran stretched out his hands toward the window. Her struggling made the Black Tower Bear King even more excited...
After a while, Liu Yiran felt a strong suction force going straight into his Dantian. Liu Yiran was horrified, and when he moved, he realized that his hands and feet had no strength at all. His Dantian was like a tilted basin, and the flowing true energy was flowing out, all of which
Being sucked away by the Black Tower Bear King. After a cup of tea, Liu Yiran's true energy had been squeezed to the last drop. The Black Tower Bear King let go of his hand, and the young woman lay limply on the ground, and the fragrance disappeared.
He opened the car window and threw Liu Yiran's body out, then turned around and said: "Bring that woman over to me, I want to take supplements and practice..."
Outside the deserted temple lay three corpses, two naked female corpses and a boy's corpse. Judging from the death state of the corpses, it seemed that they had been tortured before their death.
Suddenly the boy's body moved. After a while, the boy slowly stood up. He walked to the two female corpses and stopped. His resolute expression showed no emotion at all, and his bright black eyes showed endless emotion.
hatred. Then he squatted beside the corpse and kept digging with both hands. His fingernails were chipped, but he still dug; his fingers were bleeding, but he still dug; his nails fell off, and his fingers were bloody and bloody, but he still dug. He seemed to have no idea.
Pain...
It was getting dark and it was getting light again, but that weak body was still digging. After two days and one night, he dug sleeplessly with his hands and finally dug a deep pit that could accommodate two corpses. Then he dug
He laboriously moved the two female corpses into the pit and buried them bit by bit with his hands. When the last handful of soil was covered, the boy fainted in front of the grave he had just finished...
There was a flash of golden light, and not long after the boy fainted, a beautiful woman wearing a black dress fell in front of the deserted temple. She walked up to the boy, touched the boy's veins with her hand, shook her head, and picked her up.
The boy's body flashed and disappeared.
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