Renqi knew it, grabbed Jing Mo's collar, slapped it on his face, and his lips, which had been swollen into a slit, suddenly vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and there were two broken teeth mixed in the blood.

Then there were punches and kicks falling like raindrops, never stopping.

Jing Mo was already unable to move, and he threw himself into the dust, wailing in deep and painful times, his body occasionally twitched and struggling, as if he was dying.

Qu Lian was anxious. She knew Juan Bai's methods well. Once she became suspicious, she would never stop without asking about the fact that she was Chou Yin and Mao. She kept kowtowing, and blood mixed with dust winded down from her forehead, looking particularly sad.

People can always inspire the greatest instinct in despair. Qu Lian’s spiritual platform flew around and blurted out anxiously: “Young master, young master, Jing Mo, Jing Mo doesn’t know what tonight, how he, how to betray the young master.”

There was a moment of silence, and only the sound of Renqi punching and kicking, and the sound of Qu Lian's constant kowtowing, Jing Mo's wailing and moaning lowered a little, obviously he could no longer bear it.

Juan Bai slowly got up, walked slowly to Qu Lian, and grinned and pinched her jaw: "Can you have such a tight mouth that you have never revealed anything to him?"

Qu Lian's face turned pale and she was about to cry: "No, no, my subordinates are loyal to the young master, always keep their mouths tight, and never reveal anything."

Juan Bai's eyebrows hopped and looked at Jing Mo sideways. He was already beaten to death, so he waved his hand and told Renqi to stop. He knew that this man was low in cultivation, timid and cowardly, and he did not have such courage to betray anything. His current actions were just to kill a warning to Bai and make a raft for Qu Lian, so that she would not dare to betray her.

Thinking of this festival, Juan Bai moved his eyes and looked at Qu Lian. Although this woman was married, she was still as cute and tender as an unmarried little girl, gentle and gorgeous, and charming. Compared with the female disciples with special appearance in the sect, she really aroused his interest.

His hand slowly moved from Qu Lian's jaw to his face, and whispered thoughtfully: "This young master is not unreasonable, just let him go."

The hand was burned hot on the cheek. Qu Lian shuddered, straightened her spine hard, and said tremblingly: "Subordinate, thank you for your kindness."

Juan Bai smiled grimly: "I believe you this time, but you have to show some sincerity so that I can continue to believe you."

Qu Lian widened her eyes and looked at Juan Bai in an unknown way. She didn't understand what his words meant for a moment.

Juan Bai's hand slowly rubbed Qu Lian's face, and his breathing gradually became thicker. Looking at her fair neck, he twitched his tongue: "All these days, you should follow me and be a bed-warming maid, as for him." He pointed his backhand at Jing Mo and smiled gloomyly: "Just ask him to serve him."

Qu Lian collapsed to the ground in an instant, shook her head heavily and cried: "Subordinate, subordinate."

Juan Bai raised his jaw slightly at Ren Qi. Ren Qi clamped Jing Mo's neck knowingly and hung him in the air: "What, don't you?"

Qu Lian was extremely frightened. Seeing Jing Mo's struggle with his hands and feet gradually becoming soft and powerless, she slowly burst into tears and couldn't say it.

At this moment, Jing Mo used up his whole body

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Struggling from his throat, he said: "Answer, answer, promise him."

These words were like thunder, struck Qu Lian's heart, and her heart was ashamed. It turned out that the so-called love was as deep as the sea, which was her wishful thinking. In order to save his life, he could give up everything, give up love, give up her, and give up everyone's lives. Her heart was as haggard as she nodded in tears: "Subordinate, obey the order."

Juan Bai laughed proudly to the sky, waved his hand, Renqi let go, and Jing Mo fell heavily into the dust.

Qu Lian curled up in despair until this time she realized how humble and insignificant she, the so-called head of the Qu family, was. In Juan Bai's eyes, she and the dead men of the Qu family outside had the same fate. She suddenly thought of her father, and she felt a little respectful. She didn't know how he supported the huge Qu family by his own strength. I wonder if he had suffered such humiliation.

After despair for a while, a man in gray robe walked over quickly and bowed and said, "Young Master, the back hall is cleaned up, the young master can rest."

After hearing this, Qu Lian came to her senses and realized that this was true. She really had no way to escape. She shivered hard and curled up even more.

Juan Bo has always had a habit. The more the woman was panicked, the more interesting he felt. He glanced at Qu Lian with fun, then walked straight to the back hall, and coldly ordered at the man in gray robe: "Send her in."

The man in the gray robe should have claimed that, and he reached out to grab it. Regardless of Qu Lian's struggle, he hung her head upside down on her shoulders, and followed steadily behind Juan Bai.

Renqi sneered and dragged Jing Mo's back collar, followed him together, dragging the winding marks all over the floor.

There is only a corridor between the front hall and the back hall. The thin moonlight did not fall into this place. The entire corridor was pitch black and there was no sign of five fingers.

The night wind here is a little colder than elsewhere, and it is so cold that Qu Lian's thin apricot and yellow silk shirt cannot withstand the slightest wind, and the coolness is instantly penetrated.

This narrow corridor, only three or five steps away, seemed to have walked the bumpy road of Qu Lian's life. She hung upside down on the man in the gray robe, and tears fell into the darkness. It turned out that from the day she killed her father and sat on the position of the head of the Qu family, there was no way back.

The back hall is like the front hall and has been abandoned for a long time, but fortunately there is a bed that is still complete and the dust is cleaned up, which is enough to rest for a while.

The man in gray robe threw Qu Lian on the bed, while Renqi pressed Jing Mo's shoulder and forced him to kneel beside the bed.

Soon, Qu Lian's cry and screams were heard from the back hall, as well as Juan Bai's scolding and laughing wildly, shaking the night sky with a shrill sound like countless crows, making tragic wails.

This long night, in the quiet and deserted fields, the crying sounded for a long time before finally calming down.

The two of them were ragged and supported each other in a mess. They staggered out of the back hall and walked to the front hall, gathering the remaining warmth of the extinguished fire, warming the body and mind.

Qu Lian's clothes had already been torn into strips of cloth, and at this time they were wrapped in a jagged curtain. There was already a piece of good skin under the curtain, covered with blue and purple scars.

Her hair was scattered, and she curled up in the corner with tears,

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Desperate and without a word.

Jing Mo rushed over and hugged her shoulders, and kept coaxing her, "Qu Lian, Qu Lian, it's all my fault. It's my useless, it's me useless. You, don't hate me, don't hate me, Qu Lian, just say something to me, say something."

Qu Lian was speechless, but was filled with sadness. Why is it so difficult? Why is her father in charge of the Qu family and safe, but she has to suffer such humiliation? Why is she obviously better than her, more beautiful than her, more cultivating than her, more pampered than her, and more strong than her, but why is she unable to compete with her in everything?

She blinked slightly, her eyes turned slightly, and swept to Jing Mo's tears streaming face. She felt ridiculous and ridiculous. It was him who pushed herself out to save her life. Now that she was so sad that she would only make her hate her even more. She pushed Jing Mo away, her lips trembled violently, and she cried and shouted at the top of her lungs: "You go, you go, you abandon me first, you go away."

Jing Mo ignored Qu Lian's struggle and hugged her tightly, and tears slowly soaked her clothes: "Qu Lian, Qu Lian, listen to me, my heart hurts more than you, but, but we must live first. Only by living can we have a future."

Qu Lian suddenly felt weak, stopped struggling, slowly leaned on Jing Mo's body, and even swallowed: "Jing Mo, we, what should we do."

Jing Mo gently stroked her long and messy hair, carefully plucked the grass-roots cotton wool between her hair, and for the first time he had the intention of careful planning, and whispered softly: "Qu Lian, we can't beat you and run away now, we can only obey, Qu Lian, you and I must survive."

Although Qu Lian was the head of the Qu family and knew how to use her tricks and means, she was still the delicate lady in her bones. She had always been protected too well and had never experienced the ups and downs. Now that she had first entered the world, everything she had experienced was something she had never experienced before. She suddenly suffered, and she couldn't help panic, at a loss, not thought thoroughly enough, and not comprehensive enough. She nodded weakly, with tears hanging under the corners of her lips, and her face was filled with swallowing, "I, I, okay."

After finishing the aftermath of the Camellia Building and leading his disciples to the inn slowly, he happened to meet Jimo Qingqian at the entrance of the inn. At that time, his face was as white as paper and he was already in a drowsy state. Fortunately, Gan Song and Fang Zhiwan supported him and barely moved back to the inn.

"Uncle Jimo, uncle." Jiang Qi hurriedly supported Jimo Qingqian and exclaimed a few times, but saw that he had no reaction at all. He was immediately panicked and was about to find Jiang Miaojian in a hurry.

"Young Master, don't worry, Master has taken the poison avoidance pill and has protected his heart meridians. There is no need to invite the master." Gan Song hurriedly called Jiang Li and winked.

Jiang Li smiled knowingly and reached out to support Jimo Qingqian's hand that was placed on Fang Zhiwan's shoulder, "Miss Fang, I'm going to go upstairs later, I'll do it, let's take a break."

A clever disciple had long seen this miserable situation and rushed into Jimo's clear room, neatly lit the lamp and lit the incense, and made the bed and boiled water.

Several people placed Jimo Qingqian on the bed. Jiang Qi knocked all the disciples out, leaving only Gan Song to help. As for Fang Zhiwan, he turned around and went out. She knew that Jimo Qingqian was injured on her shoulder and wanted to take off her clothes to treat the wound. She was a girl, and it would be inconvenient to stay here.
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