The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

The dungeon was dark and damp, airtight, surrounded by hard walls, empty, and without a bed.

Dongtang slowly fell on the cold ground, his body curled up with pain, unable to exert any strength.

When groggy.

A guard held a bowl and threw it in front of him. The food inside was spilled on the ground, emitting an unpleasant smell, and gray-green mold spots had grown on it.

Dongtang glanced at it slowly, and quickly looked away.

The guard sneered and said, "Do you dislike it? Then don't eat, just starve to death!"

After speaking, he left the dungeon.

Dongtang closed his eyes quietly, and a small face appeared in front of him.

He can't die...

After a while, Dong Tang Chi You opened his eyes, propped his arms, resisting the pain all over his body, grabbed the dirty and smelly food on the ground, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

The next day, Mu Chenbi came to the dungeon.

Dongtang lay quietly on the cold ground all night, the blood on his body dried up, and his thin lips were slightly purple from the cold. He was half staring, his breathing was weak, but the sharp breath was not reduced by half.

Several guards dragged him up.

Mu Chenbi sat on a chair, leaned over, looking at him coldly: "What do you want to play today?"

Dongtang slowly raised his head, and the corners of his lips were addicted to a jealous smile: "Whatever I want to play, I will... stay with me to the end!"

"Okay! I still have a stiff mouth now!" Mu Chenbi glanced back, "Hurry up!"

The guard behind him came with a needle, and the long slender needle glowed with a silver sharp under the light and shadow.

Several guards pressed Dongtang Chiyou to the ground, grabbed one of his hands, and pierced the needle into his nail fiercely.

Suddenly, Dongtang Chiyou's face was pale, he bit his teeth and bleeds, but did not say a word, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, dripping down his chin.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

The pain that goes deep into the bone marrow...

When I closed my eyes and thought of A Ci, it seemed that even the pain was nothing.

One by one, until all ten fingers were pierced with needles, the nails were bruised and there were blood beads coming out.

Mu Chenbi kicked the chair over with anger.

I thought I could see Dongtang crying and crying bitterly, and seeing him begging for mercy.

As a result, from beginning to end, he didn't shout a word.

Mu Chenbi left the dungeon.

Dongtang Chiyou was thrown on the ground. On a cold winter night, he was still wearing thin clothes, mixed with blood sticking to his body.

A Ci squatted in front of him, hugged him tightly, and gave him a moment of warmth.

He woke up from a coma, and his eyes were completely dark.

It turned out to be a dream...

Dongtang tremblingly stretched out his hand, covering his heart, beating at the same time as Ah Ci.

He muttered: "Aci...Aci..."

A Ci...

Yunci on the bed opened his eyes, sat up suddenly, and rushed out of the room.

Mother was awakened by her and asked: "What's the matter? Aci?"

Yunci was a little at a loss: "Mom... I heard someone calling me..."

"Silly boy, are you dreaming? Who will call you in the middle of the night? Go to bed." Mom pulled her back to the room.

The weather is gloomy.

Dongtang Chiyou was taken outside.

Sitting on the top of the steps, Mu Chenbi raised his hand slightly: "Go ahead."

Several guards walked over, kicked Dongtang Chi You to the ground, and slammed the whip on him.

The whip has fine thorns, and when the whip goes down, it will not only open the flesh, but also hook his flesh and tear it off.

The cold air froze his wound inch by inch, and got into his bones, making the pain worse.

Dongtang's chest was suffocated and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.