Big-name school flower: the president is a devil

Chapter 392
She never knew that she had so many images of him in her mind, and even his every move was imprinted in her mind, and all of them popped out at this moment.

She raised the corners of her mouth in a self-deprecating manner. If that evildoer saw her current appearance, he would definitely laugh at her, and would definitely despise her for being dirty. He probably wouldn't even bother to look at her if he took a fancy to her.

Jing Ran looked at her as if she was immersed in her own world, and her heart was instantly torn apart. The corners of his lips curled up bitterly. Sure enough, she is still a hermaphrodite. In her heart, is it true that an hermaphrodite is more important?

Then why did she still come to look for him, why did she still come to accompany him! !

"Take it out!" Guo Yilin waved his hand, and Ke Huanye was carried out by those two big men like chickens. She came back to her senses and looked at Jing Ran. His eyes were extremely cold. The light made her feel stagnant, and he said decisively: "Little Yezi, if there is an afterlife, I only hope that I will never meet you again."

She was taken out of the cell all the way, and the bean-sized raindrops kept hitting her body. She raised her head, her face was covered with water droplets, and salty water flowed into her mouth, and she couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

He said that if there was an afterlife, he would never meet her again.

If there is an afterlife, she wishes to be alone, never to meet any of them, never to feel sorry for anyone.

As soon as he recovered his breath, a black bag was put on his head, and his hands were cut behind his back and tied.

She wanted to comfort herself, but found that she couldn't even raise the strength in her whole body, and even pulling the corners of her mouth used up all her strength. She thought, it's actually good to die like this.

Her mind was muddled, she didn't know where she was taken, and there were guards all around her, as if they were afraid that she would run away.

In the pitch-dark cell, the oil lamp was shaking vaguely, and the shadow of the person pulling it was as huge as a giant.

In the quiet and strange dark environment, there was a faint murmur of suppressed pain, mixed with hearty laughter, the muffled sound of whips beating on the flesh, and the horrifying sounds of various instruments of torture.

Guo Yilin looked at the dying young man in front of him, and laughed heartily. Looking at the young man who was tortured by all kinds of torture tools he invented that was crueler than the ten ancient tortures but still awake, it seemed that it was not enough. Qianqian kicked him in the face, and said cruelly: "Boy, now you know how powerful you are! I want you to pay for my Sa'er."

Jing Ran raised his head, his delicate face was already red, swollen and swollen, and he couldn't see his true colors at all, but he sneered, "Guo Yilin, that grandson should die, I would have done him a favor if I didn't beat him to death on the spot, if I had known earlier With his identity, I will never spare his life."

Guo Yilin did not expect that a person who had been tortured into such a state could still speak, so he stepped on the sole of his shoe vigorously. Looking at the boy's distorted face, the anger in his heart finally subsided a little, and he raised his hand from the hands of the people around him. He took a soldering iron, and the burning red soldering iron looked like a red beast's eyes in the dark, emitting a fierce light.

Seeing that the palm-sized branding iron was about to imprint on his face, a younger brother suddenly rushed in from the cell, trembling in fear: "Master, it's not good, Mr. Nangong is here."

(End of this chapter)