Chapter 194

Rong heting stares at Ling Ao with sharp eyes. Finally, he takes back his sight and looks at the quiet woman in his arms. He bypasses Ling Ao and walks towards the dark room.

"I don't like to be told that she'll be mine whether she's alive or dead. Even if she messes everyone up, she's mine."

As if declaring his own sovereignty, Rong heting's words made it clear to all the people standing in the basement. He wanted to make everyone see their own position.

The door of the darkroom was closed, which cut off the prying eyes of all people. Rong heting pulled Mu Qianqian out of his arms. When he saw the red and swollen eyes and the bloodless face, all his nerves jumped up.

A will Mu shallow pull out of the arms and throw it to the room on the cold ground, looking at Mu shallow soft body can not support again fall, the man did not have the slightest pity.

Mu shallow pain of light hum, but soon she will swallow the pain back in the stomach, she do not in front of Rong heting down again.

Rong heting couldn't stand Mu shallow's forbearance in front of him. He bent down and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"What are you thinking? In front of me is still thinking of which man? Ye Feng? Yunrong? Or Ling Ao? "

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"unfortunately, Ye Feng is gone, and two other people are waiting for you to die at the door. What do you think I should do?"

"Then you killed me. Do you think I'm afraid? Rong heting, you killed me. "

Muqian smile, eyes flashing tears, but she did not mean to beg for mercy, "kill me, but you'd better remember that you promised to give my brother my uncle's bone marrow, I believe that the emperor will not break his promise."

Mu shallow tone is very light, although there are provocations and questions in these words, but she is light, a irrelevant appearance, as if the mouth is talking about life and death, but nothing in her eyes.

She really looked down on everything. Since she went into hell in person today, she didn't want to face the cold and merciless people and things in Rongyuan. What is there to fear about death? Life is better than death.

As long as Rong heting remembers what he promised her, it is the condition that she uses her own switch. She wants Mu Shen to live on, and she wants to save the marrow of her only brother.

Rong heting felt colder all over his body because of Mu Qianqian's words. The hand holding Mu Qianqian's chin also lost its strength, and there was some slight trembling, which showed that he was extremely angry.

"I have forgotten that there is a deep admiration in your heart. There are so many men living in your heart that you can't remember who is your man without any other way!"

Rong heting thought of Mu Shen's enigmatic, thought of Mu shallow's silly selling himself for the sake of Mu Shen, and thought of the coveting of his sister in Mu Shen's eyes, he would like to immediately rip off the head of the woman in front of him and see how stupid she was!

She is not indifferent, numb, and has no sense of anything, then he must make her feel more in his own hands.

Rong heting stares at Mu Qianqian for a long time. Then he grabs Mu Qianqian's chin and pulls her up from the ground. She turns her body and makes her kneel down in front of him.

He pulled the belt from his pants and tied his hands. Rong heting stood up and walked toward the cabinet in the corner of the dark room.

Mu shallow humiliated lying on the ground, back in the back of the hand by the belt played pain unbearable, think of before in the dark room experienced all, the body appeared subtle light tremor.

Is he going to do it again? Mu Qianqian forced herself to calm down, but in any case, she couldn't really be calm. In particular, she heard the sound of the man taking things out of the cabinet behind her,

and finally smelled a burning smell, and the hot temperature came from her feet. Mu Qianqian realized that Rong heting was burning a pot of charcoal around her.

"In ancient times, in addition to being flogged, fleeing animals would be marked on their hips so that strangers would know who they belonged to when they saw them, and they would not covet them secretly."

Rong heting said, and the palm of his hand swept over the delicate body of Mu shallow, along the back a little bit down, and finally rolled up the woman's Nightgown, revealing the white skin.

The palm of the palm swims wantonly, seem to find a satisfactory position finally, this is willing to leave. And Mu shallow because of Rong heting's words, the body has already been tight.

The charcoal fire at the foot gave her a bad premonition, but she just didn't want to let herself beg for mercy and compromise with Rong heting.

Rong heting held a special iron in his hand, which was not as ferocious and huge as other instruments of torture. The iron in his hand was made into a beautiful ancient character symbol. If you look carefully, it is a refined "Rong" character.

"Who makes me reluctant to beat you? If I break your delicate skin, I'm afraid it will affect my mood in bed. I have to choose to brand a mark on you. Who are you seducing in the future? I believe this mark will let the man weigh his weight."Mu Qianqian thought that she had been in hell before. She could calm down to Rong heting and do anything to punish her. It turned out that he would be ten thousand times worse than he imagined!

"Don't... I don't want..."

Mu Qianqian was frightened and wanted to avoid Rong heting's touch, but she had no physical strength for a long time. Now she is bound with her hands, and it is more difficult for her to move a minute.

Rong heting watched Mu Qianqian writhing and struggling in front of him, almost all of his body was exposed to his sight, and his voice became dull, But the movement on the hand did not stop.

One hand clamped Mu Qianqian's waist, which made it impossible for her to wriggle, while the other hand had already taken the red iron in the charcoal stove.

"It's too late to say no now!"

Rong heting finally let out the emotion near the edge. His iron directly poked into the delicate skin of the woman, allowing the skin to be scorched by the iron with the word "Rong" on it, making a hissing sound.

"Ah -- ah --"

Mu Qianqian's all his senses dissipated in the sudden pain, and his so-called self-esteem that he tried to maintain was also thrown out of the air.

Don't care how embarrassed her clothes are, and how much amorous feelings she shows in the binding posture of Rong heting, now her nerves are all concentrated on her hips, and the hot iron seems to have scorched all her dignity and turned her into a beast.

"The pain -- ah -- ah --"

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