Yang Ling walked out of the bedroom, picked up the clothes that the two of them had ripped off with passion last night from the sofa on the ground and put them on. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He couldn't wait.

As the saying goes, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but he thinks that he is not a gentleman, in his opinion, revenge should not be overnight, there is revenge and revenge, and it should be ended on the spot.

The kind that spends a lifetime with the enemy, who lives longer than the enemy, what's the point, maybe the enemy didn't die, but he hung up first, that's definitely a second force.

Yang Ling walked out of the gate of the villa, only to see a faint black and white light flash on his right wrist, and his body disappeared from the air in the blink of an eye.

The sky was not bright, it was the time for normal people to dream, and the huge city was silent in solitude, only a few lonely street lamps emitted a dim glow.

A few minutes later, inside a newly renovated residential building.

In the silence of the night, there was only a soft click, and the door of a room was gently pushed open, but then the door was closed again, as if nothing had happened.

The room is very large, much larger than the house where Han Xue lived at the beginning, more than one hundred and fifty square meters, with thick carpets on the floor, crystal chandeliers, curved large-screen TVs, large leather sofas, and huge floor-to-ceiling windows, all of which show the luxurious and luxurious life of the owner here.

The night shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the room is unusually peaceful.

"Smack~!"

A clear slapping sound came from the room on one side.

The door of the room was pushed open silently, and under the bright light, a large bed was messily thrown with leather whips, handcuffs, candles and other items, and a woman was tied to the bed with a rope, kneeling posture, and the dense rope was sunk under the skin, and the snow-white skin made shocking traces one after another.

A **** man was moving vigorously from behind, with a strange shout in his mouth, and his palm slapped hard on the woman's ass from time to time.

Suddenly, the man who was moving trembled, and then his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets, and then, he kept making a hoho sound from his mouth, and he tried to turn his head but fell on the bed without twisting.

"Boom~"

The rope tied to the woman's body broke slightly, and just as she was about to turn her head, she felt an irresistible force coming from her neck, and she fainted as soon as her head tilted.

Under the light, Yang Ling's figure appeared.

He looked at the unsightly scene in front of him with some confusion.

Although he had already seen the situation here through his divine thoughts, since he came, he would not return empty-handed like this, but with one more woman, it would be much more troublesome to deal with.

He grabbed one of the man's feet, dragged him to the living room, and snapped the light.

Under the illumination of the light, Yang Ling flicked his fingers, and the man lying on the ground shook his body, and then opened his eyes with great effort.

"Who are you?" the man looked at Yang Ling in horror.

"Is your name Xu Tao?

"Yes...... What are you looking for me...... What are you doing?" the man was so frightened by Yang Ling's cold gaze that he trembled all over, and he desperately moved back on the carpet.

"Very good!" Yang Ling nodded, "It seems that I didn't find the wrong person today!"

"You...... What the hell are you trying to do?" the man grew more and more frightened.

Yang Ling didn't speak, stretched out his hand, and in the fruit bowl on the coffee table, a fruit knife floated up and flew over slowly.

The man on the ground was suddenly shocked to find that he couldn't control his body.

He watched the knife slowly fall into his hand, and then his fingers seemed to be pinched with the help of someone's hand, holding the fruit knife tightly in his hand.

He looked at his hand in horror, and watched him hold the fruit knife and slowly stretch it out to his **** crotch.

Under the stimulation of the drug, the things under the crotch were still straight and tense.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't open his mouth, he could only make a whining sound, he struggled hard, but his whole body seemed to be imprisoned, he couldn't move at all, he could only watch in horror and helplessness as the knife stretched forward little by little to his crotch, and then cut down.

Yang Ling couldn't help frowning after looking at it, this thing dangled around, and the skin didn't break after cutting it a few times, it was just too unexpected for him, could it be that this guy's bird was so hard that it was invulnerable.

So under his control, the man on the ground also reached over with his other hand and grabbed his bird.

Then, there is the bloody and exciting self-palace activity.

Xu Tao was so frightened that he fainted, and he could only watch himself cut his own bird with a knife, and it was the kind of slow cutting, the fruit knife was almost a blunt weapon in the knife, and many people were familiar with the situation of cutting meat with a blunt knife...... Saw to ...... Saw to ......

After countless tug-of-wars, a piece of stuff was sawn off.

A large amount of blood spurted out from between his legs like a fountain, spraying all over his face.

However, this was not the end of it, he slowly raised one of his hands, took the object to his mouth, and then shoved it into his mouth, and by the way, he pushed his chin up a few times.

He really couldn't stand this kind of most terrifying self-cruel torture in the world, he looked at Yang Ling in horror, wanted to scream, wanted to pull that thing out of his mouth, but his whole body was uncontrollable, and finally he fainted with his eyes rolled.

"Hmph~!Do you think it's over when you faint?" Yang Ling sneered a few times, flicked his fingers, and Xu Tao, who had been unconscious, woke up slowly, and under his gaze, he held a fruit knife in his hand and began to cut everywhere on his body, face, and legs.

Fear and despair are no longer enough to describe Xu Tao's state of mind at this time, his face is distorted and deformed, and his eyes slowly begin to become gray, just like a person who is desperate to the extreme, slowly poking himself with a knife, and the dripping blood soaks the carpet under his body.

Yang Ling looked at all this coldly, without the slightest pity in his heart.

No matter how powerful the man in front of him is in his life, in his eyes, he is just a chicken-like existence.

Seeing that this man was bleeding from the knife that cut himself, and his face was also covered with messy wounds, and the breath of life was getting weaker and weaker, Yang Ling suddenly felt bored.

Han Xue was right, this kind of ant-like scum was indeed not worth doing it himself, he stretched out his finger and flicked it gently, and as soon as the man on the ground let go, the fruit knife fell to the ground and fell to the ground like a paralyzed mud, and his body was almost invisible.

A minute later, a woman jumped from the window.

This is the twelfth floor, and in the night, the woman roars and falls, and just as she is about to land, she suddenly changes direction, and a few flickering flickers disappear in the dark corner. (To be continued.) )