Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 720

Aunt Qing beat her so hard that Yan Huan had already passed out.

The dress was tightly attached to her body, stained with cold sweat, her face was pale without any breath of life, her hair was wet with sweat sticking to her face, and she looked like she had just been fished out of the water.

Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi dragged Yan Huan's shoulders and looked at Aunt Qing.

Bao Xia said worriedly, "If the beating continues, I'm afraid she will be killed."

Aunt Qing threw the thin stick angrily, and said indifferently, "Beat her to death? How is it possible? It's just that the flesh is more painful. How can I earn money if I beat her to death?"

Bao Xia hesitated to speak, but didn't say anything more. Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi lifted Yan Huan and threw her on the bed. Aunt Qing clapped her hands and looked at Bao Xia.

"How is it? Has the person who delivered the letter to Rong's mansion returned?"

Bao Xia nodded, "I'm back, Xiao Wu ran fast and chased him back."

Originally, these were all plays arranged by her.

Tell Yan'er that Mr. Rong wants to take her under his belt, and he will take her for the first night tonight, and then tell Mr. Rong that Yan'er has figured it out and is willing to be with him, and she will sacrifice herself tonight.

It turned out that Yan'er had been hit by the aphrodisiac, and everything was perfect. Unexpectedly...

The plan is quite good, but Yan'er is a shrewd girl, has no aphrodisiac, and is so stubborn that she refuses to accept guests.

It was a waste of her careful arrangement.

Aunt Qing looked at the half-dead Yan Huan on the bed with disgust, and felt even more irritable, "Go and rub some medicine on her, the bruises will heal quickly, so I can earn money quickly!"

Bao Xia hurriedly agreed, and asked a little more, "Then Lan Chun..."

Aunt Qing waved her hand, "Let her out of the firewood room. It can be seen that Yan'er thinks highly of her and won't let her serve her. This damn girl is making trouble again!"

"correct!"

Aunt Qing, who was about to leave the room, came back and added to Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi, "Keep an eye on her, if she has scars from self-harm, don't think about it!"

Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi went out to watch obediently, Bao Xia looked at Yan Huan's lifeless, pale face on the bed, and sighed helplessly.

What's so stubborn about it?
You have to pick up guests sooner or later, so why be stubborn at this moment, and suffer so much physical pain.

That Mr. Rong is so good, rich and powerful, and handsome, it's better to be taken over by him than those fat old men who are 50 or [-] years old, right?

It's really... oh...

Bao Xia shook his head, sighed again, and went out of the room to release Lan Chun from the woodshed.

The room fell silent again.

The sandalwood is lingering, the fragrance is gentle and light, the light smoke is blown away by the night wind, the black sky outside the window is still as deep and quiet as splashed ink, and the scattered stars flicker from time to time, very playful and lovely.

It seemed that the shocking beating just now did not exist.

Yan Huan, who was in a coma, dreamed that she was in the sea of ​​swords and flames in Abi Hell. She tried her best to swim out of that sea of ​​flames, but it was boundless, and she couldn't see the edge at a glance. No matter how she swam, she couldn't get out at all.

There was burning pain in her body, she was wronged, she was in pain, she whispered Bodhidharma's name, and his clear and faint voice did come from above her head.

"Amitabha."

Yan Huan's heart trembled, "Dharma, save me!"

The hell is gloomy, the sea of ​​fire is red, and Bodhidharma's voice is extremely indifferent.

"This is what you should suffer. Since you are a prostitute, you should suffer from this sea of ​​fire."

His words were more painful than the torment of the sea of ​​fire. Yan Huan, who was in a coma, sobbed loudly, and big teardrops rolled down from the corners of his eyes and fell into the red pillow.

(End of this chapter)