Chapter 693 From Now on I Am Your Master and You Are My Slave

There were two beauties around him. One of the beauties peeled the grape skins and handed the grapes with large pulp to him to eat. The other beauties stood behind him and squeezed his shoulders.

"Silver King, you seem to have bad luck today, you lost money again."

Sitting on the main seat, surrounded by beauties, Xuan Ying dropped the cards and cursed with a gloomy handsome face, "Damn it, it's really bad luck!"

"Everyone, look who I brought here!" The boss shouted excitedly at this time.

Hearing the voice, Xuan Ying raised his dark eyelids, and his glazed eyes swept over and fell on her stunning cold face.

When their eyes met, Feng Lingxue hesitated, but she didn't expect to bump into him here.

She subconsciously clenched the small pearl bag in her hand, and the small card Gu Mohan gave her was still in her bag.

She is going to have surgery tomorrow.

Xuan Ying put the cigar between his fingers to his thin lips and took a sip, then slowly exhaled it. In a cloud of smoke, his sharp eyes like a falcon looked down and landed on the bag in her hand.

He smoked a cigarette nonchalantly, looking at her little movements with a condescending attitude.

---Wow, isn't this Feng Lingxue from Gillian's room?

---Last time at President Zhu's engagement party, we watched Miss Feng's pole dance, which was really amazing.

---Miss Feng, let's make friends.

A boss couldn't wait to walk over.

Feng Lingxue did not avoid it, her seductive cold eyes fell directly on the fat boss's face, she raised her red lips and said, "There are so many men who want to be friends with me, who do you think you are? "

The boss froze and his face immediately turned ugly.

---Haha, Mr. Zhang, you are overestimating your abilities. Feng Lingxue is the number one in Gillian's house, and her acquaintances are all extraordinary dignitaries. How could she be friends with you?

Mr. Zhang's face became very ferocious, and he cursed in an unpleasant tone, "Bah, why are you pretending to be arrogant?"

Several other men laughed "Haha", "Mr. Zhang, are you angry? Don't be angry. Feng Lingxue is arrogant."

"But it's a pity that Feng Lingxue doesn't like Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang will have no luck in this life."

These men kept using aggressive tactics to irritate Mr. Zhang. Sure enough, Mr. Zhang's neck turned red. He picked up his sleeves and rushed over, "I don't believe I can't deal with you today!"

Mr. Zhang grabbed Feng Lingxue and swung Feng Lingxue hard, throwing Feng Lingxue onto the card table. The cards on the table fell to the ground one after another.

Feng Lingxue was lying on the card table. She slowly raised her eyes. Sitting directly in front of her was a tall and muscular body, Xuan Ying.

Xuan Ying remained silent, smoking a cigar lazily and watching her being humiliated by these men.

He had nothing to do with himself, more like he was watching a show.

The beautiful woman beside him handed a grape to his thin lips and said coquettishly, "Silver-faced King, this Feng Lingxue is so pitiful. How about you save her?"

Xuan Ying looked sideways and ate a grape. He smiled softly, "Why should I save her?"

"I think she looks pretty."

Xuan Ying squinted his dark glazed eyes and ate a grape in his mouth, "It's not bad."

"Silver-faced King, do you want to come first?" Several bosses asked cautiously to please.

Xuan Ying took a puff of his cigar and said nothing.

Feng Lingxue calmly withdrew her gaze, and her green-white hands crawled forward and touched his ashtray.

She turned around suddenly and hit Mr. Zhang on the head with the ashtray in her hand.

"ah!"

Mr. Zhang screamed, and a large amount of blood flowed from his head.

The air was filled with a sweet smell of blood.

Mr. Zhang slumped down on the carpet and pointed at Feng Lingxue, "You dare to hit me?"

Several other men looked at each other and stepped forward with malicious intent, "Miss Feng, this is your fault. How can you hit someone?"

Feng Lingxue glanced sideways at the man and said, "Get out!"

She raised her hand and smashed the bloody ashtray onto it.

Those men were already prepared. Several of them stepped forward, grabbed the ashtray, and kicked it.

Feng Lingxue felt a sharp pain in her knees and knelt down with a "plop" sound.

In her lowered gaze was a pair of black boots, and she knelt beside Xuan Ying's legs.

The bloody ashtray fell, and a drop of blood splattered on his boot.

"Ah, why did you dirty the Silver Mask King's shoes?" a beautiful woman exclaimed.

"Silver-faced King, I'm sorry, we will wipe it for you now."

A man flattered and lowered himself to clean Xuan Ying's shoes, and said with a careful smile, "Silver-faced King, you are not interested in Feng Lingxue, then we will teach her a lesson."

The cigar in Xuan Ying's fingertips was almost burned out. A beautiful woman brought a new ashtray. His slender index finger touched the cigar, and the ash fell into the ashtray.

He is the king of this luxury box, deciding everyone's life and death.

"Hurry up and pull this Feng Lingxue down."

Feng Lingxue knew that if she was dragged away, the consequences would be disastrous.

She slowly stretched out her little hand and pulled on Xuan Ying's trousers.

Pulling the fine trousers fabric tightly into her hands, she lowered her head and kowtowed to him.

"help me!"

He has been watching the show.

Watch her being humiliated by other men.

She knew in her heart that he would not save her.

Indeed, now he has no reason to save her.

Yu Jie, like a small fan, trembled slightly. She kowtowed to him with cold hands and feet, and her head touched the cold carpet. Her white eyes quietly turned red.

There was no moment more clearly than now that made her know that her brother Ying was really dead.

--- Save me.

If he wanted her to beg for mercy, if he wanted revenge, then he should have done it now.

She was in a mess.

She was not the daughter of a good family, and her life was not good.

Everyone can be bullied.

When she said "save me", her voice was slightly hoarse. Xuan Ying went to smoke a cigar, but found that the last puff of the cigar had been smoked.

With one cigar, he watched a good show.

Throwing the burnt cigar into the ashtray, his tall body leaned back lazily, and his two long legs turned in a direction, facing her, and stretched forward leisurely and wantonly.

"Raise your head." He said.

Feng Lingxue raised her head.

Xuanying glanced at his confidant, who stepped forward and threw a contract on the ground.

"Look carefully, I have redeemed you, and you will no longer belong to A Jiao Fang."

The men took a breath of cold air, and they dared not breathe out of fear.

It turned out that... the Silver-faced King had long set his eyes on Feng Lingxue.

This time they are dead.

Feng Lingxue looked at the contract at hand with Yu Jie hanging down. There were two contracts in total, one of which was a redemption contract, and the other one...

"The other contract is your contract to sell yourself. From now on, you will no longer belong to A Jiao Fang, because you are mine. From now on, I will be your master, and you will be my... slave."

Xuanying slowly raised his thin lips. He looked at her stunning cold face. Even half of the small curve of her face was beautiful and seductive. "If there is no problem, just sign the word, or not sign it. Then you can follow these men, as you like."

He did not force her.

But he forced her to the fullest.

Does she have a second choice now?

Although Gillian's room was her prison, it was also her umbrella of protection. Now that the umbrella was gone, she didn't know which man would fall into her hands.

Feng Lingxue looked up, her charming cold eyes looked at him, "I'll sign, why wouldn't I sign?"

"I've always wanted to be with a man with power, status and money. The Silver-faced King meets all my requirements, so of course I'll sign."

Xuanying praised without any expression, "You've always been so smart."

The confidant handed over a pen, Feng Lingxue took it, and then signed her name on the contract of selling her body.

"Call me now, who am I to you?"

Feng Lingxue said, "Master."

Xuanying raised his eyebrows with satisfaction.

"Silver-faced King, you are really biased. You forget your old love when you have a new love." A beautiful woman rubbed against Xuanying coquettishly.

Xuanying side-eyed and looked at the beautiful woman faintly.

The beautiful woman's scalp was numb, and her whole face turned completely white.

She was unsure of this man's thoughts. He seemed to be surrounded by beautiful women. He would not refuse the most beautiful women, but he seemed to keep a vague distance from these women.

He didn't seem to let any woman get close to him.

Feng Lingxue got up from the carpet and hugged his neck with her two small hands.

Xuanying stretched out his big palm and shuttled into her hair on her cheek.

Feng Lingxue dodged for a moment.

Xuanying's breath was cold.

"Master, I am already yours. Now the most urgent thing is to deal with those people." Feng Lingxue raised her cold eyebrows and looked at those men and Mr. Zhang with a cold look.

The people she saw had their legs softened.

Xuanying glanced at those men, "Oh?"

"Master, if there are men bullying your slaves, don't you care?"

Xuanying curled his lips.

The men screamed, "Feng Lingxue, you are so mean and vicious. You want to mess with us just by getting close to the Silver-faced King."

Feng Lingxue had a blank expression. She was not a good person. She was not like the girls she had just met, Tang Moer, Lin Shiyu, Jun Xiqing... They all had their own abilities and charms, but she could do nothing.

"Silver-faced King, don't be fooled by this Feng Lingxue. She doesn't love you. She just uses you!"

Xuan Ying had no expression. He glanced at his confidant.

The confidant took an iron rod and hit the men's stomachs with it.

Poof.

The carpet was splattered with blood.

It was said outside that the Silver-faced King was cruel and vicious. This was true, even worse than that.

The men didn't even have time to scream. They fell down one by one.

Feng Lingxue watched them fall down. A drop of blood splashed on her little face. It was very hot.

She felt that her delicate skin was burned.

Her cold eyes slowly turned pale, blank, and numb…

At this moment, a big hand reached out and pinched her little face to force her to turn around. He wiped the drop of blood on her face with his rough thumb, "Are you scared?"

Feng Lingxue shook her head.

Xuan Ying hugged her in his arms.

"Master, I'm having my period."

Xuan Ying frowned, staring at her darkly, as if he wanted to see through her like an X-ray, "Really?"

"Yes." She nodded.