Mysterious president, get away from me!

Outside the chamber of secrets, besides Ouyang Ba, there was another woman. She was wearing luxurious fur, thin high-heeled shoes, a top hat on her head, a veil over her face, and a black whip in her hand. She was as proud as a queen.

Ouyang BA's eyes fell on the whip and frowned, "ah Jin, what are you doing? Why don't you give her a pleasure directly?"

Pan Jinru sneered, "that bitch seduces my son. How can I calm down my anger if I don't beat her to the skin and flesh?"

"You are still such a hot temper..." Ouyang shook his head. "Forget it, it's up to you."

Pan Jinru glanced at him and said coldly, "in addition, I will use more vicious means to let her and the base seed in her stomach go to the underworld to accompany mu Nianchen. If you can't see it, you should go away quickly."

"Tut, I won't stop you if you are so angry. What I like is your ruthlessness." Ouyang Ba put her in his arms and gave her a few kisses on the face.

Pan Jinru angrily pushed him away. "I hate it. I won't tell you any more. I'm going to go in now and treat that bitch well!"

Banging, banging, with the sound of high-heeled shoes knocking on the ground, pan Jinru, dragging a whip, walked to Mo Ling without expression. Looking at the woman who was sitting on the chair with her hands and feet tied, pan Jinru raised a cruel smile on her lips, raised a whip, and whipped the whip toward her cheek.

Bitch, destroy your appearance, see how you still seduce men!

There was a sound of breaking the air in her ear. Something came whistling. It was almost instinctive. Mo Lingfei quickly deviated from her head, but he still didn't escape the whip with anger. The tail of the whip swept fiercely on her left ear. The pain hit her, and a bloodstain immediately appeared on her ear.

Damned bitch, dare to hide, I'll beat you to the skin!

Pan Jinru's anger suddenly burns up in her heart. She shakes her arm, raises the whip again, and pulls it toward Mo Ling's head.

Mo Ling couldn't see in her eyes, so she could only judge the direction of the whip by the wind. After all, it was a slow step. The whip was hard on her face. She snorted with pain, and her white cheek soon became red and swollen.

Slut, kill you slut!

Pan Jinru roared in her heart, waving a whip and beating hard. The whip hit Mo Ling's head, arms and legs. Her clothes were cracked by the whip and even oozed blood.

She is just like a plum tree, biting her teeth, refusing to beg for mercy, refusing to cry for pain. With a tenacious attitude, she tries to bow her back, trying to protect her baby with her own flesh and blood.

The whip fell on her back and neck, and the blood oozed out of her body dyed her number suit red, just like a gorgeous red plum on the pure white snow.

"Shout, let me hear your scream, let me hear your begging for mercy!"

The silent beating has been difficult to satisfy pan Jinru's abnormal desire for abuse. While dancing with a whip, she yells angrily.

Hearing her voice, Maureen's body suddenly trembled. She slowly raised her head. Her thin and white cheeks were already red and swollen. Blood slowly flowed down her temples. Her lips trembled slightly and her voice was hoarse. "Why... Why do you hate me so much... Why do you have to kill me? My dear... Mother-in-law! "

"Why?" Pan Jinru showed a ferocious smile like a demon, whipped her leg, "because you killed my Nianchen, because you seduced my Yuntian, is that enough? "Ah?"

When the whip hit her calf, Mo Ling trembled with pain. What she smelled from her nose was the smell of blood. Her back had been flogged, but she still endured the pain and arched her back to protect her abdomen.

The blood trickled down her chin and down to her raised abdomen. The cloth was dyed red. It looked like her stomach was bleeding.

The hot blood seemed to wake up the sleeping child in his belly. He twisted his little body uneasily. Mo Ling's cold heart suddenly warmed. Anyway, she was not alone, and the baby was with her.

Baby, my baby, mother will protect you to the last moment of life.

Mo Ling's lips start up a warm smile. The smile falls into pan Jinru's eyes, but it is so dazzling.

"Damned bitch, you'll feel better later. I'll see if you can laugh!"

Whip so long, the wrist is sour, the damned bitch still has the strength to laugh, hum, laugh, laugh, you will cry later!

Pan Jinru abruptly took up the whip, rubbed his sore wrist, and yelled, "come on, take things in!"

With the sound of the door opening, a killer came in holding a stainless steel basin full of water with a ladle in it.

Pan Jinru picked up the ladle, slowly scooped a ladle of water, with a cold smile, "bitch, you are injured all over, it's easy to be infected, anyway, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, I'm kind to use salt water to help you disinfect, you must remember to thank me."

After that, she suddenly raised her hand, and all the salt water in the ladle was spilled on Maureen. Maureen felt that the wound splashed by salt water was like tens of thousands of ants biting, which was painful and itchy. She couldn't support it any more and screamed hysterically.

"Ha ha, I can't help it at last. Cry. The more miserable I cry, the more I like it!" Pan Jinru smiles wildly, a pair of vicious eyes twinkle with excited light, "deal with you so many times, only this time you let me most excited, moling ah moling, I suddenly some can't bear to kill you, after killing you, who will accompany me to play such an interesting game!"

"Madman!" Mo Ling was about to faint with pain. She trembled and squeezed out a few words from her teeth, "you mother and son are all crazy!"

Pan Jinru, mu Chenhan, Mu Yuntian, their mother and son are all lunatics. They are interested in tormenting people. Even if she dies and turns into a fierce ghost, they have to ask them back one by one!

Pan Jinru laughed wildly, "you're right. I'm a madman. I've been crazy since I first entered Mu's family more than 20 years ago. I'll show you what real madness is!"

With that, she threw away the ladle, picked up the steel basin, filled with a basin of water, and poured it down toward Maureen's head.

All the wounds on Maureen's body were soaked in salt water, which made her twitch. The blood on her body was washed away by salt water and gathered into a pool of reddish water at her feet. Fresh blood soon came out from the wounds that had not yet solidified, infecting the clothes. The patient's clothes had turned into blood clothes and were wet on her body.

She hung her head, almost unconscious.

Pan Jinru threw away the steel basin with a bang, clapped her hands in disgust and said coldly, "it's almost time to play. Take her to that place. I'll let her go to the underworld to accompany mu Nianchen!"

I don't know when, Ouyang Ba has walked into the blood smell of the secret room, one hand around pan Jinru's shoulder, one hand casually waved, ordered his men to do according to pan Jinru said.

Two men untied the rope on Maureen's hands and feet, and found that her wrists and wrists had been worn out and blood oozed out. They carried Maureen left and right, just like a dead pig, carrying her to the black car last night.

Ouyang Ba patted pan Jinru on the shoulder, "do you want to follow him to have a look?"

Pan Jinru looked up at the dark sky and said with a smile, "of course, I finally came out of the Mu family to see the play." Only when she saw that bitch being sent to the yellow spring road with her own eyes could she feel at ease.

It was early in the morning, before daybreak, and the air was foggy. Two cars, one in front of the other on the suburban road, were speeding towards the more and more remote areas. Their destination is Mu's mausoleum.

The cemetery is located in a remote suburb. Tombs are neatly set on the grass, surrounded by pines and cypresses. The fog is heavy. At first glance, it is frighteningly open.

Someone removed the blindfold from Maureen's eyes and pulled her off the car. She was scarred and bloodstained. It was like walking on the tip of a knife. Every step made her legs tremble with pain.

The man dragged her forward, shuttling between the tombs. The cold sweat dripping from her forehead. She was biting her teeth. No matter how painful it was, she had to endure not to faint or fall down. Until the last moment of her life, she had to protect her children.

Finally, the man dragged her to stay in front of a tomb. Mo Ling was so angry that he didn't even have the strength to look up at the tombstone.

"Open your eyes and see, this is what you killed, my son!"

Pan Jinru suddenly reaches out her hand and grabs her hair. Mo Ling shivers with pain. She is forced to lift her head and look at the tombstone with her eyes blank.

Mu Nianchen's name is engraved on the tombstone, and his photos are also pasted on it. Even in black and white photos, his smile is still very charming. His warm smile is like the sunshine that dispels the clouds, shooting straight into Mo Ling's heart.

She scratched the corner of her lips and wept. When she was beaten, she didn't shed any tears. However, when she saw mu Nianchen's picture, all the pain and grievances in her heart surged in, and her chest was about to burst.

Mo Ling is crying and laughing. Mu Nianchen, if I die in front of you, I have nothing to regret. I just hope that in the underworld, you don't look down on me, don't look down on my baby.

"Cheap woman, my son is only twenty-seven years old. You have killed him in his prime. Only by letting you pay for his life can I get rid of my hatred!" Pan Jinru Yanks her hair again, and then disgustedly throws away the thick tuft of hair pulled off.

Mo Ling wiped the tears from his face and said in a hoarse voice, "OK, I'll pay for his life. You can do it."

Pan Jinru sneered, "don't think it's so easy to end. Aren't you still pregnant with children in your stomach? I'll give you a special gift before you die."

Mo Ling subconsciously protect the abdomen, heart bursts of panic, "what do you want to do?"

Pan Jinru took a few steps forward, stopped in front of Mu Nianchen's tombstone, bent down and gently stroked mu Nianchen's photo, with a cruel and cold smile on her lips. "Of course, dig out the wild seeds in your stomach to commemorate the spirit of Nianchen. How about I let your mother and son see one last time before they die

"Pan Jinru, you are so cruel. You are not human!" The unprecedented fear is like a big hand, which strangles Maureen's throat. She struggles in horror, pushes away the killer who guards her, and turns to run away.

With a bang, the grass in front of her feet was shot out of a pit.

Pan Jinru looked at Mo Ling's back and sneered, "you can't escape. If you don't want to suffer more, you can get back to me quickly!"