The hairpin left the shoulder blades, and a blooming red lotus bloomed on the shoulder blades. The gentle and calm voice of the man was heard in the boy's ears: "Shh. Xiao Dongliu knew that I didn't like to hear this scream, why did he forget the rules? Should I hit it? Huh?"

Dongliu was trembling in pain and trembling in fear. He bit his lips tightly, and all the blood was faded on his pale face.

His consciousness became blurred, but when the man's voice sounded in his ears, he immediately realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

The blood was almost cold for an instant. He tried his best to restrain the severe pain and torture everywhere in his body. He gritted his teeth and trembled in a low voice: "It's time to hit me. Master, Master, I really know I was wrong..."

The torture in the middle of the night was enough to make him understand the consequences of any word of resistance.

Admitting a mistake may not necessarily terminate the punishment immediately, but if you do not cooperate, the punishment that will make him extremely painful will continue endlessly.

Men's methods are too cruel and they never know what pity is.

Dongliu did not have the courage to resist him.

"Tsk." The man gently stroked the swollen red marks on his shoulders and back. Wherever his fingertips brushed, even if he didn't use any strength, the original scars and pain could intensify. "Xiao Dongliu is so afraid of pain, why do he have the courage to escape from home? I really can't figure it out..."

He laughed softly and said, "Isn't it a quarrel?"

Dongliu's forehead was pressed against the pillow, and large amounts of sweat slid down the forehead between the pillow, and his slender neck and fair face, the cold sweat was pouring out continuously.

"Master..." The boy spoke, and the sound of the overflowing throat seemed to be a cry of a small beast, with obvious signs of weakness and a little panic, "I was wrong, Master... punished me hard..."

The man chuckled again when he heard this.

The beautiful and slender palm was raised lightly, and a whip fell into his hand like a serpent. He casually used the tip of the whip to cross the young man's beautiful back: "Tell me, why do you want to escape from home?"

This question...

Dongliu buried his head in the pillow, making people unable to see the expression on his face, but his side face showed a hint of unfashion.

Um?

Not tamed?

The man's eyes were slight, his hands were whipped, but it stopped in the teenager's sob: "I'm jealous..."

envy?

After the whip slashed through the air, it did not fall down, but was easily taken back by the man, with a little more playful voice: "Who are you jealous of?"

"Master is nice to them..." Dongliu turned his head and looked at the wall inside the bed. His voice suppressed his loneliness and gloom, "I'm afraid, I can't help but kill them."

The man seemed a little surprised, but he didn't do anything again and said lightly: "Come on his face."

Dongliu's body stiffened, slowly turned his pale face as pale as paper, and lay on the pillow. His bright eyes had lost their former glory, his eyelashes were wet with sweat, and his forehead was covered with a few messy hair.

His eyes were slightly red, as if he had suffered great grievances, pale and helpless.

"I'm good to them?"

Dongliu pursed her lips and nodded slightly: "It's... better than me."

"Don't forget whose surname you took." The man snorted coldly, "As the only entry-level disciple of me, should I compete for favor with several other inexperienced things?"

Dongliu pouted aggrievedly: "I...I just can't help it..."
Chapter completed!