"Is it a torture room?" Zheng Zhifeng was afraid when she saw this scene, but she might not be afraid. If the pirate who licked blood on the knife was frightened by such a scene, would she still be considered a pirate? Zheng Zhifeng didn't know how many bloody scenes she had seen. What is a mere torture room? And she could indicate her identity at any time and was not worried that she would be treated the same way.

However, her eyes swept into the room and suddenly became messy in the wind...

I saw a girl huddled in the left corner of the wall. She was not wearing clothes, her whole body was covered with signs of punching and kicking. She was locked in a small cage. A small plate was placed in front of the cage, with some food inside, and it looked like a puppy kept in a cage.

Looking at the opposite side, there was a girl locked by the wall, half kneeling on the ground, so she looked half short. Yi Yun was standing in front of the girl, holding the girl's hair with both hands, and her waist was facing her face... Since Yi Yun was facing away from Zheng Zhifeng, his back blocked Zheng Zhifeng's vision, and he couldn't see clearly what he was doing to this half kneeling girl, but Zheng Zhifeng could guess... this action... besides that kind of thing, what else could it be?

Yi Yun's waist seemed to thrust a few times, then he slowly buttoned it and turned around... At this time, Zheng Zhifeng finally saw the face of the girl kneeling on the ground. She seemed to have been slapped many times, her cheeks were red, her eyes were full of tears, her mouth was slightly open, and a white liquid flowed from the corners of her mouth...

Well, that thing is actually milk, but in Zheng Zhifeng's eyes, he was shocked to death.

Yi Yun turned around and before he could speak, the girl in the corner cage moaned in a low voice: "Prince... I want it too... I want it too... I want it too... I will never dare to be a spy again... Please... Come and have it with me..."

As soon as she spoke, a moan suddenly sounded in the room. It turned out that girls were locked in every corner of the room, and they were all in disheveled clothes and were covered in bruises, with a total of thirty or forty. They all had one thing in common, that is, they all asked Yi Yun to be intimate with them like dreams.

Zheng Zhifeng was so scared that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. This room was not a physical room? It was... a place to train sex slaves? Oh my God! What Zheng Zhifeng was most afraid of was sex slaves. When she saw that she was taken to such a place, she was so scared that she couldn't even say anything. Actually, there was a cloth stuffed in her mouth. She couldn't say it at all.

Yi Yun ignored the pitiful girls who begged, but smiled at Lu Xi and said, "Has the spy brought it?"

"Yeah!" Lu Xi nodded.

"Very good!" Yi Yun snorted coldly: "I dare to forge a contract for selling my body and pretend to be a maid by me. Uncle can tolerate it, but aunt can't bear it. I'll hang her there first, and I'll train it slowly."

"Um! Um! Um!" Zheng Zhifeng was frightened and shook her head desperately, blinking her eyes. If there was no cloth in her mouth, she had already started shouting: "I am Zheng Zhifeng, I am your fiancée, not a spy, don't treat me like this..."

The poor child, I don’t know that he deliberately did not take the cloth from her mouth, and what he wanted was that she couldn’t say it.

Lu Xi hung Zheng Zhifeng on an iron ring and locked her hands, feet and limbs with iron chains, and spread them in a large shape.

Zheng Zhifeng was so scared that she burst into tears, but she couldn't speak, so she was so pitiful.

Yi Yun said to herself: "This woman seems to be a Fusang female ninja. I heard that ninjas have very strong endurance. From what angle will it be more effective to start with training? It shouldn't be possible to beat me first like an ordinary woman, right?"

Lu Xi nodded beside him and said seriously: "It is definitely not possible to beat him. Fusang ninjas are not afraid of being beaten at all. Even knife cutting is useless. I heard that these ninjas have been trained since childhood and are not afraid of severe punishment from the enemy."

"What should I do?" Yi Yun pretended to ask.

Lu Xi picked up a red-hot soldering iron from the side and handed it to Yi Yun's hand: "Put the mark first..."

"Oh, yes, my sex slaves need to be branded with a mark for easy identification." Yi Yun smiled and said, "Just like horses need to be branded with a mark, so that they won't make mistakes with other people's horses."

"Um!" Zheng Zhifeng was shocked as the burnt soldering iron approached.

I saw that the red-hot iron was actually the word "slave". If you were branded on the body by this thing, it would be a shame that you would never wash away in your life... How could you bear such treatment when you taste the pirates? Zheng Zhifeng's tears burst out, "Mmmmm" (Listen to me, I am Zheng Zhifeng, and I am Zheng Zhifeng!).

"Where is the best place to brand it?" Yi Yun's eyes turned maliciously on Zheng Zhifeng's body, looking at her face first. Zheng Zhifeng was frightened and blinked desperately... Yi Yun's eyes fell on her arm again. Zheng Zhifeng quickly shook her hands and feet, and locked her chains made a clattering sound... As a result, Yi Yun's evil eyes finally fell on her chest: "Tsk tsk, just put the seal on her chest. There are two large balls of soft flesh on her chest, and it looks good to put a seal on her."

"Well!" Zheng Zhifeng was really angry. Part of her proud figure came from her firm breasts. If she was stamped on it, it would be completely finished.

Yi Yun snorted at Lu Xi: "Relax her clothes and reveal her chest, I'm so imprinted."

Lu Xi leaned over to Yi Yun's ear and bit her ear and said, "I really want to lift it? Just a spoof. There is no need to lift someone else's clothes, it's not good to make the other party unable to get off the stage."

"Tsk, it will be lifted, then it will be lifted, what's the matter?" Yi Yun replied: "There are all women except me. I am her fiancé anyway. Zheng Zhilong promised her to me. The wedding letter is in my hands. I can see her breasts at a glance, so I'll go and lift it up."

Lu Xi nodded, walked to Zheng Zhifeng, and reached out to unbutton her chest...

"Um... Woo..." Zheng Zhifeng was so anxious that she begged me to speak!

The clothes were lifted up and the proud breasts jumped out. Zheng Zhifeng's skin was not white, because she was exposed to the wind and sun on the sea for many years. Her skin color could only be said to be healthy, but her breasts were still very beautiful because they were elastic and had a good shape. Such a beautiful breast, even a man couldn't bear to take ruthlessness, but Yi Yun was like a heartless person, clamping the red soldering iron with iron pliers and printing it straight towards Zheng Zhifeng's breasts!

Yi Yun's hand was actually a little shaking. He didn't want to really brand it. He just made a fake move. This move must be measured. If it really burns the girl's chest, it would be a serious crime, so he moved carefully and little by little. And Yi Yun was also ready. When he was about to touch Zheng Zhifeng's chest, he stopped and found some excuses such as bad mood and bad weather, and said he would not brand it.

In fact, if he really needs to brand it quickly, maybe Zheng Zhifeng just hurts for a while and endures it, but moving over so slowly puts great pressure on her psychology... If she has changed to a normal person, who can calm down when she sees the red iron blocks covering her chest?

"Um! Um! Um!" Just as the soldering iron was about to touch Zheng Zhifeng's chest, she hunched a few times in a hurry, her eyes rolled... and fainted from fear.

"Tsk, you'll be dizzy like this, it's really not fun!" Yi Yun hummed.

Chen Yuanyuan flashed out from the side and said with a wicked smile: "It's good to be dizzy, it's just right to make her bad..." She took out a set of cosmetic powder and paint and became busy on Zheng Zhifeng's chest. After a while, a scalded scar was forged on Zheng Zhifeng's chest... the shape of a "slave"!

Creating scars with makeup is a must-have technique for later film make-up artists. Those scar faces in movies, including knife wounds on the chest, are all masterpieces of makeup artists. Chen Yuanyuan, an ancient woman, could do this, that's really amazing. The scars she forged on Zheng Zhifeng's chest are really vivid, just like the real one.

"Done! Let's continue playing with her later!" Chen Yuanyuan finished putting on makeup, clapped her hands, and disappeared without a trace.

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I don’t know how long it took, Zheng Zhifeng woke up. The first thing she did when she woke up was to look down at her breasts. When she saw that she suddenly felt sad from her heart. She saw that there was really a big mark on her chest. Slave, the word "shamed" was already on her breasts and could not be washed off.

"Woo...bad guy, it's so hateful...Woo...I don't want such scars..." Zheng Zhifeng felt really miserable: Where is that hateful prince? I'll bite him to death!

Zheng Zhifeng turned around and saw Yi Yun pressing a female slave to the ground in the corner. Because it was too dark, Zheng Zhifeng could not see the details clearly. He only heard the "slap" sound in the room, and he knew what he was doing without saying.

"Damn it! Bastard!" Zheng Zhifeng cursed in her heart.

In fact, Yi Yun and that girl were just clapping their hands. You patted one, I patted one, a child was on the plane, you patted two, I patted two, two children were consuming their handkerchiefs...

After the filming, Yi Yun walked out of the corner of the house with a smirk again, pretending to be buckled in his clothes: "Oh, spy, you are awake! Look at the seal on your chest, is it good? I have specially applied the best injury medicine to ensure that you will not hurt at all, hahahaha."

"Well!" Zheng Zhifeng scolded Yi Yun with the only sound she could make.

"Okay, here comes the new stage of training!" Yi Yun waved to Lu Xi: "Stupid Assassin, do you have any props available?"

Lu Xi handed over a cucumber from the side!

Yi Yun held it in his hand and gestured twice. Zheng Zhifeng sweated: Cucumber? What is this thing to be used for? It won’t be used for...ah...no, it’s my first time, don’t hand it over to cucumber! Please let me speak, let me say I am Zheng Zhifeng, please...
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