Her identity that she had been hiding for two years would be completely revealed.

Ye Junling couldn't not know.

But he said he didn't know and was not lying.

what does that mean.

Does it mean that something happened to him after she died?

Nan Si's heart is a rare mess.

It wasn't that I really wanted to destroy his dignity that I let him kneel down. Nan Si just didn't let him follow her. She wanted to go alone to find the truth.

There is no hidden truth.

The carriage took about half an hour to reach Langya Street. At this time, the night was deep and most of the things in the world were falling asleep.

Only Tianranju's mansion is still brightly lit.

Dongliu just took a shower and changed his clothes.

In the spacious but brightly lit bedroom, a man in a snow-white robe sat leaning against the couch, looking at the slender young man in front of him, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with natural nobility, and his evil and coldness from the bottom of his bones.

Dongliu was naked, wearing a white middle-clothed dress, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes could not help but show fear and anxiety. After taking medicine, his face was pale but had not yet completely swelled.

"Little Dongliu." It was a low and pleasant voice, but it had a bit of a cold breath of hell and death. "I thought about what kind of explanation should I give you?"

Dongliu shook slightly, slowly bent his knees and knelt at his feet, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes and apologized: "Dongliu knew his mistake, please punish him."

"Since you know your mistake, you know what to do." The man spoke, his voice cold and ruthless, "I need this help?"

Dongliu shook again, responded softly, got up and walked towards the inner room.

Donghua's deep eyes fell on him.

The young man had a slender figure, a well-proportioned skeleton, and smooth lines on his back. He could not find a single flaw in his body, and he was as perfect as a handicraft carefully carved by God.

The hard and stable solid wood bed is embedded with two black iron shackles as thick as a child's arms each.

Opening the lock of the black iron shackles, Dongliu locked the heavy shackles on his thin white ankles, then slowly lay on the bed, pulled the chain on the left with his right hand, and locked his left hand.

I pulled the iron chain, but the length was not enough, and my left hand couldn't reach the shackles on the right.

He pursed his lips, turned his head, and whispered timidly, "Master."

The man stood up, tall and tall, wearing a snow robe, pouring out a suffocating noble temperament, covering layers of pressure, making Dongliu shudder uncontrollably.

Step by step, he walked to the bed, gently tucked the chain on his slender and white hand, and gently locked the boy's right wrist.

The lengths of the four chains are fixed, as if tailored for the height of a boy. When the wrists and ankles are locked, the body is firmly fixed to the bed and can no longer move.

At the slaughter of others.

The chains made by Xuanbinghan Iron are extremely difficult to break by people with ordinary internal strength, and there is no room for struggle to escape.

The man stood in front of the bed, his eyes patrolling the boy's whole body like a cold sword, as if he could freeze him with his eyes, and only saw that the blood flowed backwards.

Dongliu's face turned pale and pale. He used all his strength to restrain himself, so he did not let himself shake like a sieve.

"Scared?" The man seemed to be happy with Dongliu's fear, and reached out to caress his pretty face even though he was swollen. "Since you know how to be afraid, why dare you escape from home without permission? I think you are brave and not afraid of death."

Dongliu couldn't help biting his lip, but he didn't dare to use force, for fear of biting the scars and angering the man in front of him: "Master, I know I'm wrong. Please ask Master for your rudeness and blame me..."
Chapter completed!