Chu Wenbo stood up slowly and turned to look at Qi Ming, who had been hung up by iron ropes. His expression was even colder, like a devil from hell.
"It was you who hurt Wenwen." Standing in front of Qi Ming, Chu Wenbo had a gloomy face, and his whole body exuded evil aura.
"No...I...it's none of my business." He shook his head in horror.
In the quiet space, the lights shine with a strange light, and the cold air is filled with a terrifying majesty. The bloody whip exudes a sneer like a ghost.
Qi Ming looked at Chu Wenbo with horror and fear.
"No...I don't want it." He broke free, trying to escape from the chains.
"I want you to repay her pain tenfold." Chu Wenbo spoke coldly, his deep eyes flashing with a hunter's bloodthirsty light.
"Ah..." The screams echoed in the dungeon...
Black whips fell on Qi Ming like raindrops, and bright red blood fell on the ground drop by drop. The new injuries covered the old ones, and the heartbreaking pain made him unable to breathe.
Chu Wenwen looked at everything in front of him coldly, why didn't he punish himself?
"Miss..." Yan Mo called softly, his hoarse voice full of concern.
"Yan Mo!" Chu Wenwen smiled weakly, "Hel me up, please?"
Trembling, he stretched out his right hand and put it on his clenched fist wrist. Chu Wenwen gasped and got up from the bed.
"This time...it really hurts."
"Miss..." He stretched out his big hand to catch her falling body. Yan Mo looked at her worriedly, and a trace of pain flashed across his originally deep and indifferent eyes.
"I can't die." Chu Wenwen smiled proudly, grabbed his arm, and stood up again.
"What do you want to do? Tell me and I will help you." Yan Mo helped her up and coaxed her, his tone full of pleading, "Stop hurting yourself, okay?"
She chuckled and shook her head lightly.
Pushing his hands away, she walked forward resolutely, big beads of sweat sliding down her pale cheeks, and her legs were shaking violently.
"Miss..." Yan Mo said in shock.
"Wenwen..." Hearing the sound, Chu Wenbo turned around and saw her weakly lying on the ground.
"Wenwen, how are you?" Holding her body in his arms, Chu Wenbo roared anxiously: "Where is Zhu Aoxiang? Why hasn't he come yet? Is he dead?"