The body is like being split by a sharp blade, and the extreme pain runs through the whole body. Wei Anning's pain blackens his eyes. His hands are tightly clenched into fists, and his nails are deep in the meat, but he still can't alleviate the pain.

He was intentional. Every time he hit the most vulnerable part of her body, he was in pain.

The man looked at her high on the ground, like a mighty emperor on the battlefield, enjoying her beautiful face distorted by pain, Wei Jing. I'll get back what I've lost over the years.

Wei Anning's eyes were filled with tears. She stared at the masked man without showing weakness. The Falcon like Phoenix eyes under the mask were full of cruelty and plunder.

If her hands were not tied, she really wanted to take off his mask and see what an ugly face he had behind it.

She took a breath of cold air and said scornfully, "are you still not a man when you deal with a woman who has no strength to bind chickens?"

"Am I a man? Are you experiencing it, or am I not working hard enough? Can't you feel it?" The masked man's tone was full of ridicule. After saying that, he suddenly accelerated the expedition.

Wei Anning was in a cold sweat with pain and wanted to die immediately. She bit her lower lip. Bei's teeth were deeply trapped in the lip flap, and her red blood stained her snow-white teeth.

The man's eyes were dark. He suddenly bent down, kissed her lips and sucked the blood between her lips and teeth. The flexible lips, with the unique sweet fragrance of women, made him addicted to kissing. He wantonly plundered her sweetness.

The endless plunder overwhelmed Wei Anning. Finally, in a powerful impact, he blacked out and fainted.

The masked man glanced at her, and a crystal tear fell from the corner of her eyes. He bent down, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it.

The bitter taste of the tip of his tongue made his eyes deeper and deeper. He suddenly released himself and stood up. As soon as he finished, a maid came in and unfolded the silk nightgown for him.

He waved his hand like a noble and proud overlord, and the maid quickly withdrew. He took off his mask. In the dim light, the man's beautiful handsome face was a little strange. He took a long step and strode out.

Outside the door, the housekeeper immediately greeted the man. Seeing that the man looked happy and satisfied, he quickly reported.

"The third young master, in the morning, the third young grandmother made two calls, one to a man named Gu chengjue and the other to the University of London, England."

Leng Youchen stepped slightly and looked back at him. He was obviously surprised, "Gu chengjue? The heirs of Nancheng Gu's family? "

"Yes, that's him!"

Leng Youchen smiled coldly at the bottom of his eyes. "It seems that many interesting things have happened in these years when I am not on land. Why did she call the University of London, UK?"

"I'm still checking, but according to the information I've got so far, Miss Wei has been to Britain not long ago, but her whereabouts have become a mystery and there is no clue."

"Oh!" Leng Youchen sniffed, "don't check. It seems that she hasn't got rid of the problem of lying for so many years." With that, he looked down at his legs, and his eyes became colder and colder.

"Yes!"

"Also, send someone to keep an eye on her every move on the island and don't let her near the Little Buddha Hall." Leng Youchen ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes, I'll tell you right away." The housekeeper nodded and turned away.

The footsteps behind him were drifting away. Leng Youchen stood in front of the French window and looked at the calm sea. The light of the distant lighthouse seemed to guide his way home, and the desire at the bottom of his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Go back, he must go back. Beicheng is his main battlefield.

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