Chinese The man shouted, roaring and kicking, "Dead boy, let go!" Relent! ”

Several other men kicked and punched Mu Yichen, and reached out to pull his hair.

Mu Yichen didn't let go of his mouth no matter what, and bit his hand so hard that he wanted to bite his bones.

The man was in pain and his limbs trembled.

In the warehouse, the howls of killing pigs are endless.

On the side, the other subordinates were in a hurry, picked up the whip on the side and whipped him on the back.

"Bang Bang—"

"Loosen up! /yes! Lao Tzu told you to loosen your mouth, but you still don't let go! ……”

Mu Yichen snorted, and the cold sweat that hurt so much that it was the size of a bean oozed from his forehead, but he was hard bones, even if he was stiff in pain, he didn't let go.

A pair of eyes were like blood, red and red, staring at the few men in front of him, his eyes were like sharp swords, sharp and cold!

Gurgling blood poured from the corners of his lips.

Apparently bit his hand through.

The sound of whipping and the roar of men and the cries of pain were mixed together, and the scene was chaotic.

In the iron prison, Yun Shishi was shocked by the sound and woke up faintly.

She slowly opened her eyes, following the voice, but in the hazy vision, what she could see was a blur.

She gritted her teeth and shook her head, forcing herself to be more sober, until the images gradually overlapped and became clearer, and then she suddenly saw a child suspended in the air, and several men surrounded him punching and kicking, whipping hard!

Yun Shishi twisted her eyebrows until she saw the child's blood-stained handsome features clearly, straightened up nervously, and rushed forward.

There was a sharp pain in her wrist, and she realized that she was still trapped in an iron prison, her hands chained and unable to move.

"Xiao Yichen?!"

Yun Shishi recognized it at once, and when she saw this scene, her eyes were broken, and she screamed in horror: "Yichen! Yichen!? ”

How could he be here?!

Xiao Yichen, why are you here?

Yun Shishi's eyes were red in a hurry, she struggled violently, and shouted frantically: "Don't fight!" Stop it! Don't fight! Stop—"

Mu Yichen was startled when he heard this, suddenly loosened his mouth, and turned his head, only to see that Yun Shishi was awake in the iron prison, her hands were constantly struggling, and her face was worried and afraid.

"Mommy—"

He screamed, but before the words fell, a whip struck him and hit his shoulder, accompanied by the sharp pain of tearing the flesh, he snorted again, and the cold sweat of the bean slipped into the corners of his eyes, astringent and itchy.

The man who had been bitten by him before was finally freed, and the whole person fell to the ground, holding a bloody gurgling hand, but he saw that the originally intact hand was bitten into a bloody blur, the skin and flesh were rolled, a pair of eyes widened angrily, cursed angrily, stood up, snatched the whip from the hands of the people on the side, and whipped it at him!

Mu Yichen snorted, holding back, his face tense.

Yun Shishi looked at this scene, but her heart seemed to be torn to pieces, and she was drenched in blood.

The whip, although it did not hit her, was more painful than it fell on her!

"Stop fighting, stop fighting! Hit me, don't hit him! Stop it! ”

"Yo, what a mother-son relationship!"

The man chuckled lowly, his eyes falling on Yun Shishi, looking a little ill-intentioned.

He lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and threw the whip on the ground.

"Smack-" sound.

Resounding throughout the warehouse.

Loud sound, creepy. Cat flutter Chinese