Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"..."

"This is your way of convincing people with virtue?" Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows, violently, knowing that he was unreliable.

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "He's shameless if I give him face, what do you teach me?"

"I don't care how you pry his mouth open, but I refuse violence."

Ximen Longting lowered his eyes.

Jing Jiaren stared at him: "Did you hear that? I don't want to see scenes of amputation, whipping, and torture."

These are all what Ximen Longting is best at.

Back then, it was because of Jing Jiaren that Leng Lin suffered so much torture that he lost his right hand and eyes.

Now that Jing Jiaren can stop it, why not?

"And... What is the relationship between Ji Ziang and Master Ximen?" Jing Jiaren lowered her voice, "He has been growing up under the protection of Master Ximen... If you touch him, you will not feel better in the end."

Ximen Longting snorted coldly and said nothing.

"Master, Master Leng has been tied up, what should we do with him?" Wilson stepped forward and asked.

Ximen Longting glanced coldly, and asked, "As long as there is no blood, I can extract a confession any way I want?"

Jing Jiaren nodded, "Yes."

He let go of Jing Jiaren and walked towards Ji Ziang, and the bodyguards stepped aside.

"Let him turn 50 times in situ without stopping."

"..."

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips and smiled, Ximen Longting, you are really bad enough.

Shouldn't Ji Ziang experience all the punishment tricks he used in the station wagon yesterday?

"1, 2, 3..."

The bodyguards counted, and Ji Ziang, who was bundled into a ball, was pushed and shoved in a circle.

He was like a spinning top, and the bodyguard reached out and pushed him from time to time to keep him spinning.

The high-speed rotation made him dizzy.

"Ji Ziang," came Ximen Longting's cold voice, "I don't need to touch a hair of yours, and I can still make your life worse than death."

At the end of the 50 laps, Ji Ziang's body was staggering and he couldn't stand still at all.

His eyes were out of focus, he rushed around, and finally fell to the ground in a daze.

A feeling of nausea struck~ He had already drank some alcohol, but after such a toss, he felt uncomfortable and vomited.

Jing Jiaren took a big step back and subconsciously covered her nose.

The bad smell of alcohol is too offensive...

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "Does it smell bad? Cover his mouth!"

A bodyguard took out a towel, rolled it into a ball, grabbed Ji Ziang's head, and stuffed the towel over his mouth.

Ji Ziang's face was extremely cold, full of terror.

Ximen Longting smiled amusedly, "Hang him up."

Soon, Ji Ziang's hands were tied behind his back, his whole body was tied into rice dumplings, and he was hung in the middle of the hall.

Ximen Longting sat on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and said arrogantly, "Whenever you figure it out, just nod your head ten times, and I'll let you down."

Following Ximen Longting's instructions, the bodyguard hung a bottle of water and a piece of bread near him.

Jing Jiaren looked at him helplessly: "You are like this... okay?"

"Not good?" Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes, "I am also very dissatisfied with his appearance."

"..."

"He should be wearing women's clothing, tied in an M."

Jing Jiaren suddenly felt a headache... Ximen Longting, do you know what it means to convince others with virtue?Is there no better way! ?

Ji Zihan opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Ximen Longting's sinister eyes: "No one is allowed to intercede for him."

"..."

"I only give him six hours to think about it."