[Jian 3] Pit father's love game

Chapter 191

All Changge disciples were blocked in the prison door, but Zhu Chongxiao walked out of the prison door in shackles.

The beautiful saint in the red dress came to his side, looked at his face maliciously, and then smiled lightly:

"Look carefully, you look pretty good."

Zhu Zhongxiao frowned slightly, still with a cold face, and said nothing, the shackles between his hands and feet prevented him from making too much movement.

"Take it away."

Fufeng put away the smile on his face, stretched out his hands to pinch a strand of black hair hanging down his chest, turned around and walked forward, the red skirt fluttered as he turned around, like a blooming flower.The cell boss couldn't help but look at her a few more times, but he felt pity in his heart: How can such a beauty be a female devil?It is no secret that Fufeng Maiden likes to torture and kill men.So no matter how beautiful she was, these men just watched her from a distance, secretly suppressing their dirty thoughts with pity.

Fufeng's personal maid still kept a close distance from her, just like before, those slightly lower disciples followed behind the maid without saying a word.

Surrounded by them, Zhu Chongxiao led them to walk in one direction.

After returning to the territory of the Red Clothes Sect, the corners of Fufeng's mouth twitched a little, apparently in a good mood.

She left all the maids outside the house, entered the room alone, and told the maids:

"Take him down and change clothes."

Fufeng's room is the standard of a saint, beautifully decorated, with red gauze dotted everywhere.Sitting in front of the mirror, she took off the red veil with jewels on her head, and carefully put it aside:

The red veil was not easy to clean up if it was stained with blood, after all, it was one of her favorite veils.

After removing all the extravagant decorations on his body, Fufeng smiled in the mirror.Danko's nails tapped lightly on the dressing table. She opened the secret compartment of the dressing table and took out a skull from it.It seemed that she touched the mottled crack on the skull with some nostalgia, but in an instant, the expression on her face turned into resentment and sorrow, and the sharp nails drew another mark on the skull:

"Qianyuehe, don't you men have a heart?"

The sharp nails grabbed the skull one by one, and the red Danko left some red marks on the white skull. Fufeng raised his face and looked into the mirror again and smiled:

"But when I dug open your chests, I clearly saw your heart."

The strength of the fingertips increased, and a piece of the skull was instantly dented, and another crack appeared at the top of the skull.

"Okay, it's time to think about how to entertain the newly acquired slaves."

Fufeng's lips curled into a cold arc, and he pulled back the curtain behind the dressing table, revealing various instruments of torture, which seemed to have been cleaned, but he could still feel the bloody smell emanating from these instruments of torture.

The incense in front of the mirror had been burned for three sticks, but the maids hadn't returned with the long-song man, the expression on Fufeng's face changed several times, and finally returned to calm:

She is getting impatient.

The door was carefully locked, Fu Feng straightened the barbed steel whip in his hand, and said:

"Come in."

"My lord, that person is disobedient and has already injured several sisters!"

The person who came was her personal maid. She covered her right arm that was cut by the air blade with one hand, and half-kneeled to report to Fufeng.

"Sisters never thought that the man who was seriously injured and in shackles could still have this ability..."

Before the maid could finish her words, a black shadow came towards her, wrapping around her body with a barbed steel whip, turning up her flesh in a single stroke, and the flesh and blood instantly blurred...

The saint in a short red dress stood in front of the mirror, her face full of anger, and the steel whip flew around like a black snake in his hands, destroying the decoration of the room:

"If you can't do this kind of trivial thing well, why should I keep you?"

Facing Fufeng's anger, the maid gritted her teeth to hold back the pain she was about to utter, and couldn't help but take half a step back, knelt down on the ground, and shouted in fear:

"Saint, calm down! Calm down..."

Fufeng Maiden is moody and angry all year round. This is a very common scene.The maid now only hopes that the sisters who are staying there can send the man in uniform as soon as possible to see the Fufeng Maiden, so that he can bear the Fufeng Maiden's anger.Every time the saintess vented their anger like this, they could always slow down for a few days.

In the dressing room, cloths were flying, and the ground was in a mess. The women in red fell to the ground. They all had minor or serious injuries. They fell on the ground and could not move.

The man in shackles in the middle of the room sat halfway on the ground, his hair was in a disheveled bun, and he was panting with difficulty. A lot of sweat had already oozed from his forehead.With the injuries all over his body and the shackles that made him unable to move, he had already tried his best when he was placed on these people. When he practiced the exercises just now, the internal injuries that were temporarily suppressed could not be suppressed, making him feel the pain in the meridians all over his body.

"It seems that this is not only a hard bone, but also a 'master'."

The door of the dressing room was opened, and after the saint in the red dress scanned the room, a cruel smile appeared on her lips:

"I just don't know how long you can toss around after being locked on the lute bone?"

As her words fell, more women in red appeared behind her, including many blood slaves with empty eyes.

In the territory of the Red Clothes Church, in an extremely ornately decorated room, a woman in Chinese clothes is half leaning on a chaise longue, her black hair is decorated with various exquisite hair accessories, and her face is covered with red gauze, making it hard to see clearly. From her appearance, just judging from her exposed eyes and the style of her body, she should be a rare beauty.

"What is Fufeng doing again? The movement is so loud."

The woman put the newly painted Danko's fingers in front of her eyes, and casually asked the maid beside her.

"There are some hard bones in the dungeon, Master Zhang asked Fufeng Shengnv to help deal with those people. Now the movement is probably because Fufeng Zhengnv is disposing of those people."

The woman took the scripture aside and looked at it, but she frowned after a while:

"There's such a big movement, is it because she, Fufeng, made this place big by herself?"

She was not a person with a good temper, and Fufeng's movement had already affected her, and she was not in the mood to tolerate her.

"Go, go and see, who made her make such a big noise."

The woman put the scripture in her hand aside, took off her veil, stroked the folds of her skirt, and got up.Under the veil is indeed a stunning face, the crimson eyes are like two radiant rubies, people can't help but fall into the brilliance.Her beauty is different from Fufeng's. Her beauty is aggressive and flamboyant, like flowers blooming to the extreme. It seems that they will wither in the next moment. The Mili is a beauty that no one can deny.

Fufeng room.

In the center of the room hangs a man whose lute has been pierced by an iron hook. His jacket has been completely soaked in blood, and the blood and tattered clothes have stuck together.His black hair was disheveled, his face was white, his lips were pursed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.In such an embarrassing scene, his light-colored eyes were still icy, even if the whip fell on him, he remained silent, even if the woman in front of him crazily provoked him to mock him, he was still cold He kept his face silent, with aloofness hidden in his indifferent expression.

"If you beg me for mercy, maybe it will make you easier."

With a sick smile on his face, Fufeng stretched out his nails to scratch the wound on the man's body.The pain made the man's face paler, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more intense.

Unable to hear the screams and pleadings he imagined, Fufeng felt a little restless:

Aren't you all such a bunch of people?Call me, want me to beg for mercy!Why do you maintain this pretentious appearance?Why do you look at me like this?low fellow!Who gave you the courage to look at me like this, you should be the one lying on the ground looking down on me!

Facing the aloofness and dissatisfaction hidden in the man's eyebrows and eyes, Fu Feng dropped his whip again, and the whip wrapped around his body with barbs, making a heart-shattering sound.

Look down on me?So it's just for fun?Qianyue Crane!I want you to have no peace in hell!I want all the arrogant men in this world to go to hell!Having lost my pure body, I suffer in fear every day, and you also have to suffer in this fear with me!

Seeing that the Fufeng Maiden went mad again, the waiters who were not close to each other quietly moved a few steps away.

Just when Fufeng was immersed in this scene, there was a knock on the door, but before Fufeng could ask a question.The door was forcibly opened.

The gorgeous red dress made bewitching waves, and Ed and the saint, who were dressed up every day, appeared at the door:

"If you want to go crazy, you'd better keep quiet. Otherwise, don't blame me for meddling in my own business~"

The beautifully dressed saintess had a bewitching smile on her lips, and her gorgeous red eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

"I don't care how you torment your male slave, but if it affects my rest, there will be a problem. If there is any blemish on my face tomorrow, don't blame me for pestering you~"

The word "endlessly entangled" lingered on the tip of her tongue for a long time, carrying a lingering ambiguity.However, Fufeng watched the person approaching, and walked to the side calmly - she hates being close to people.She was also very upset about the overly arrogant behavior and words of the visitor, so she uttered a sarcasm:

"Tanxue, are you worried about this man? Could it be that you have an affair with him again?"

Fufeng looked into Tanxue's eyes with an extremely gentle smile on his face, but it was an indescribable malice to cooperate with these words.

The saint of the Red Clothes Church had an affair with a man, this is a felony!Even the extremely arrogant Tanxue didn't want to accept this big hat.

So she also smiled lightly and replied:

"I don't know who had an affair with a man~"

Tanxue's words were spoken so lightly that it seemed that she would miss them if she was not careful, but it was impossible for Fufeng to miss her words.

He does not mean that.

As soon as Tanxue said these words, Fufeng's heart was frozen in an instant, and only a scream remained in her mind:

She knows! ! ! ! ! ! !

How did she know? ! ! ! !

who told her ! ! ! ! !

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