Chapter 701 Mommy

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With a "pop" sound, Xuan Ying slapped Feng Lingxue on the face.

The sudden pain was accompanied by fierce force and she was slapped directly. Feng Lingxue's exquisite body fell back heavily and fell to the carpet.

A bright red slap mark immediately appeared on her delicate little face, and blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

The golden hairpin also fell at her feet.

At this moment, a cold and gloomy voice sounded in my ears, "Are you awake?"

Feng Lingxue's out-of-control pupils slowly regained their focus and color. She raised her eyes and saw Yu Yu nestled in the man's arms petitely and pitifully, showing her a contemptuous and provocative sneer.

The other concubines covered their mouths and snickered, laughing at her being slapped.

She didn't know when he would come back.

The door was opened, and A Zhou stood aside. Xuan Ying was wearing a long gray leather coat with a caramel-colored sweater underneath. Half of his handsome face was as perfect as a god.

No one dared to speak, he was the Lord here, the king here.

Feng Lingxue raised her eyes to look at Xuan Ying. He stood condescendingly, his dark glazed eyes fell solemnly on her little face, and his shuddering gaze seemed to cut her alive.

She attacked Yuyu and he slapped her.

Everyone can bully her here, she is as humble as dust.

Feng Lingxue woke up, really woke up. Yu Jie trembled like a small fan, and her eyes turned red when she looked at Xuan Ying.

Her shadow brother is really dead.

Goodbye, brother shadow.

Seeing the smile on her face, Xuan Ying quickly pulled the big palm hanging by his side into a fist. He used this hand to hit her. He hit her hard and she was slapped to the ground. He also numbed the palm of his hand with pain. .

Now a layer of crystal mist slowly condensed in her red eyes, as if she was about to cry.

A girl's silver voice sounded in my ears---Brother Ying, please don't make me cry in the future.

---Men should not make women cry.

---If I cry, it means I start to dislike you.

Xuan Ying's tall and straight body gradually stiffened. He raised his thin lips and ordered, "Take her down here and lock her in the room. Don't allow her to come out!"

"yes."

Two men in black stepped forward and wanted to pull Fenglingxue away.

Feng Lingxue avoided anyone for a moment and said, "I'll go by myself."

She struggled to stand up, and then climbed up the stairs step by step.

Xuan Ying watched her pretty figure disappear from sight. At this moment, Yu Yu pulled his sleeves and said coquettishly, "Master, hurry up and drive that Feng Lingxue out. She was like this when she wanted to kill someone just now. She has changed into a different person. I suspect she is mentally ill. For everyone’s safety, please get rid of her quickly.”

Xuan Ying lowered his dark eyelids and looked at Yu Yu in his arms. His face was expressionless, and his expression was too indifferent and revealed a bit of casual coldness, "Do you know why I didn't hit you?"

Yuyu stiffened, she left the man's arms and looked up at him.

Xuan Ying slowly raised her lips, "I'm afraid I'll get my hands dirty when I hit you."

Yuyu's legs went weak and he collapsed directly on the carpet.

"Ah Zhou, throw her into the military camp. This is a chick. The brothers have worked hard these past three days. Let her reward the brothers tonight and comfort them." Xuan Ying said in a low voice.

"Yes." Ah Zhou nodded, and the two men in black dragged Yu Yu directly down.

The atmosphere in the living room was as cold as ice. The concubines and maids had cold hands and feet and were trembling all over.

This man was well-known for his iron-blooded and cruel methods. He was even more simple and rude in his treatment of disobedient women, throwing them directly into the military camp to work as prostitutes.

This was how Yu Yu was dealt with.

But what shocked them even more was that Yuyu was still a... young?

That night, he didn't even touch Yuyu.

Some of these beautiful concubines entered Hanshan Garden three years ago, but none of them have been touched.

They are all still young.

In the past three years, Xuan Ying has been away from home and rarely comes back. Even when he comes back, he doesn't bother to look at them.

So that night Yu Yu was called to serve, and they all regarded Yu Yu as the hostess here.

Unexpectedly, he didn't touch it.

Xuan Ying glanced at these beautiful concubines with cold eyes, then spread his palms and said, "Bring them here."

A beautiful concubine stepped forward, trembling all over, and handed the small stone in her hand to Xuan Ying.

"You all do your duty to me, and if I make this place a mess, becoming a prostitute is the best ending for you."

After saying that, Xuan Ying walked upstairs.

Those beautiful concubines all collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

…

in the room.

A pungent smell of disinfectant spread, and Xuan Ying sat beside the bed. A military doctor took a red-hot knife and reopened his healed wound, draining out the pus and blood.

For ten minutes, Xuan Ying bit a piece of white cloth in his mouth, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

He didn't cry out in pain at all.

I have become accustomed to these injuries, big and small, in the past three years.

"Silver-faced King, I've already treated your wounds. Don't touch the water these days." The military doctor warned.

Xuan Ying sat on the edge of the bed with his head lowered. The bangs on his forehead were wet with sweat, and his whole person was dark and unclear.

Ah Zhou sent the general doctor out.

Xuan Ying glanced sideways, looking at the small stone lying quietly beside his bed, then stretched out his palm and picked up the small stone in his palm.

He rubbed this ordinary little stone with his rough fingertips. He didn't know why she regarded it as a treasure.

"Master." At this moment, Ah Zhou came back and stood respectfully by the door.

Xuan Ying didn't raise her eyes, but said indifferently, "Let the doctor take a look at her to see if she was hurt by me."

Ah Zhou hesitated for two seconds. He had followed his master for three years, and for the first time he saw his master falling in love with a woman.

That slap hurt him too.

"yes…"

"Forget it, there's no need to go and see it," Xuan Ying changed his mind again, "She is so stubborn and would kill someone just for a piece of stone. She should suffer a lot."

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In the lower room, Feng Lingxue curled up on the cold wooden bed and fell asleep.

She is dreaming.

In the dream, a little girl ran over. This little girl was just over a year old. She was stumbling when she walked. She had a pretty face, and her grandma’s white face was inlaid with a pair of big eyes, which were as bright as those of the best. Liuli.

The little girl ran over and gave her a small stone, "Mommy, this is my gift to you."

She knelt down and kissed the little girl's face lovingly.

Suddenly the scene changed, and several men in black took the little girl away. The little girl was so frightened that she cried, "Mommy, Mommy..."

"What's the fuss about? Shut up!"

A man in black grabbed the little girl's hair and slapped her across the face.

The little girl's little face was swollen very high, and the bright red slap marks on it looked extremely ferocious. She didn't dare to cry. Her big glazed eyes were filled with tears, which were timid and pitiful and could not be shed. Lose.