Return of the daughter: The black-bellied young man is too difficult to deal with

Chapter 463 Go to Hell
The next day Mo Lan woke up and was about to go out. Chen Yu originally wanted to go with her, but Mo Lan refused Chen Yu's company and asked him to take care of Ling Yue, then turned around and took Gu Jingcheng to leave together.

Gu Jingcheng talked to the company, and took Mo Lan to the place where Meng Feiyao was. Chen Yu's subordinates also knew Gu Jingcheng, so they had nothing to object to his order.

They took them all the way to the place where Meng Feiyao was. Meng Feiyao had been locked up for nearly a week. During this period, Chen Yu's torture never stopped.

It was even more cruel than how she treated Ye Wan back then. Ye Wan was only imprisoned for two or three days, while Meng Feiyao endured a whole week of torture. The seven days were stretched infinitely in her mind, as if it had passed For seven months, seven years, she could no longer tell where she was, what she was doing, let alone who she was, and only felt that her body and heart were dead.

For Ye Wan, Chen Yu just found someone to insult her. Ye Wan's influence on Mo Lan was physical harm, so Chen Yu used his own way to treat her.

But Meng Feiyao was different. Meng Feiyao and Mo Lan had known each other for so many years, and even participated in the Xu family's affairs back then, so Chen Yu naturally couldn't show mercy to her.

In addition to finding a few beggars to insult her as ordered before, she was beaten every day.

If Chen Yu could remember, he would occasionally order his subordinates to give Meng Feiyao a meal. Naturally, it couldn't be a good meal. Basically, it was leftovers. Some meals were even cold or expired.

If she couldn't remember, no one would dare to give Meng Feiyao something to eat. If she didn't eat, she would starve. Every day, Meng Feiyao would pass out from the pain and cold, and then be woken up by being splashed with water.

The water that woke her up was the only liquid she had a chance to touch, so even in such a cold winter, when the cold water splashed on her face hurt like a knife cut, she would still lick the water around her mouth clean.

Meng Feiyao was tied up in a small dark room, and the only people she saw every day were a few beggars who disgusted her but could not escape her control at all.

Waking up every morning, she thought she was dreaming and those painful memories were just a nightmare.But then the door opened and those people walked in, which was the beginning of a new nightmare. After the people left, their fragile bodies couldn't even move.

After finally regaining some strength in the afternoon, someone came in immediately and beat her hard, punching her to the flesh without any mercy, and she would not be softened in the slightest just because she was a girl.

She was beaten by many things, whips, fists, many, many, some of which she couldn't even name. The things hit her and left wounds on her body.

Meng Feiyao didn't even have a place to hide, the room was too small, even if she wanted to run away, she would be caught.

Meng Feiyao's clothes were still worn on the day when Mo Lan was kidnapped. The cold air touched her skin at night, causing layers of goose bumps, but no one cared about her. She was locked in a small room like that, and there was nothing she could do After leaving, the room was filled with a messy and disgusting smell, which made it hard to breathe.

For seven days in that small room, Meng Feiyao no longer cared.She fainted again and again, and when she woke up again, she felt as if her whole body was about to freeze, her internal organs were all cold, and she tried to curl up into a ball, even if she wanted to keep warm, she couldn't feel any warmth.

But if Mo Lan wanted to come, naturally he couldn't meet Meng Feiyao in such a place, otherwise such a disgusting environment would inevitably cause Mo Lan's displeasure.

The group of subordinates took Meng Feiyao out after knowing that Mo Lan was coming, and they didn't clean her up. They just poured cold water from top to bottom to make her look less dirty.

After getting a little image, he took her to a slightly empty room, at least the room had windows, unlike the small room before, it was dark all day long, and she didn't know the passage of time at all.

Meng Feiyao was tied up, her hands and feet were fixed, and she stood motionless in a large font in the room. The room was very empty, and a comfortable-looking chair was placed opposite Meng Feiyao.

At this moment, Meng Feiyao was the only one in the room. Her hands and feet were a little weak. She was hungry, cold, and injured. She had wounds all over her body. The wounds were still not healed. When she tried to break free, another hole opened. , The blood flowed down without any temperature.

Mo Lan walked in, and she slowly sat on the chair, looking at Meng Feiyao with indifference and contempt in her eyes.If only seeing Mo Lan, Meng Feiyao might not be so excited.

The cold slowed down her nerve reaction a lot, but when she touched the expression in Mo Lan's eyes, she felt stimulated and felt that she was deeply insulted, and she writhed frantically, ignoring the open wound again .

She struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the iron chains that bound her, but no matter what she did, the iron chains remained motionless. Instead, she knelt down in front of Mo Lan because of her weakness.

Although those people didn't tell Mo Lan how they dealt with Meng Feiyao, but just from Meng Feiyao's expression, it can be seen that she must be having a bad time these days.

In Mo Lan's heart, there is only indifference and no distress at all. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.Mo Lan has always believed in this sentence, so once she is sure that that person belongs to the scope of the enemy to her, Mo Lan will deal with him without hesitation.

Smiling at the corner of her mouth, Mo Lan sat on the stool with a lofty expression, as if the one kneeling below was just a weak life. She looked at Meng Feiyao and said, "How about it, is the seven days good for you?"

Meng Feiyao stared at Mo Lan fiercely, the hatred in her eyes wished to cut Mo Lan into pieces, Mo Lan didn't seem to see it, she just looked at Meng Feiyao like that.

Mo Lan smiled, ignoring Meng Feiyao's distorted face due to hatred, Mo Lanyun said calmly, "Believe it or not, if I am willing, you will accept more painful things than now."

Mo Lan's tone was casual, as if she was discussing what to eat today, but Meng Feiyao suddenly felt a kind of fear, "Go to hell, you bitch, Mo Lan! Go to hell."

Meng Feiyao finally couldn't help yelling, her eye sockets were about to burst open, her eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, she looked terribly scary, but Mo Lan didn't seem to be affected at all.

"Go to hell?" Mo Lan sneered, as if he had heard something funny, "You are right, you really should go to hell."

(End of this chapter)