In such a chaotic world, for a girl like Feng Lingxue to be born with such a beautiful face, it was inevitable that she would meet a tragic end.
The sharp knife landed on her delicate skin, Feng Lingxue broke out in cold sweat from the pain.
Her long hair was still in Xuan Mu's grasp, she could clearly feel the sharp knife cutting through her skin, carving stroke by stroke.
Xuan Mu purposely slowed down his strength, making the pain even more intense.
Feng Lingxue's vision darkened and she felt a little dizzy.
At this moment, Xuan Mu tugged on her long hair again. "Lowly slave, you still have a chance to beg for mercy. Hurry up and beg Silver Mask King for mercy!"
Beg for mercy …
Feng Lingxue's black pupils slowly turned, landing on Xuan Ying's handsome face.
His face darkened in her vision, she couldn't see clearly.
She didn't beg for mercy either.
There was no point in begging for mercy.
Now, every minute and second of her life was so long, it was like a death by a thousand cuts and torture for her.
It was good that her face was ruined.
Once she became ugly, those men wouldn't fight over her anymore, they wouldn't treat her like a tool to please them.
But why did they carve the word 'slave' on her face?
She wasn't a slave.
She really wasn't.
She really wanted to be a person, an upright person who had the opportunity to study and the opportunity to be respected by others.
Her Weibo username was' Little Sister Ling Ling ', and her writings were loved by many people. She loved designing clothes, and Big Sister Mo' er and Qingqing both encouraged her. She was very smart, and she learned things very quickly. If she was given a chance to live a good life, she would definitely work hard thousands of times harder. She would become a good person.
But … she was dreaming again.
She only had … Mu Mu.
Mu Mu was her only motivation to live on. For Mu Mu, she wouldn't die.
"Done!" At this moment, Xuan Mu finished his work. He let go of Feng Lingxue's long hair and she fell onto the carpet like a kite with its string cut.
Xuan Mu smiled at Xuan Ying. "Brother Ying, are you satisfied with my carving?"
Xuan Ying looked at the woman on the carpet. There was a small, crooked word carved on the right side of her face — -Slave. It looked extremely ugly and a few streams of blood flowed down her delicate skin and into her delicate neck.
After being ravaged, she was lifeless, as if she was dead.
She did not beg him.
She rarely looked at him anymore. Occasionally, when her eyes fell on his face, her gaze was empty and lifeless.
Xuan Ying pursed his thin lips, forming an eerie arch.
"Brother Ying, are you still not satisfied? Oh, I know, today is your engagement banquet, this lowly slave actually wore a dispirited black dress. Don't be angry, I will strip her naked right now! "
Xuan Mu walked forward, his hands going to Feng Lingxue's collar, ripping it open.
Feng Lingxue felt a chill run down her spine, her beautiful back was exposed.
She wanted to protect herself, but her little hand moved. She couldn't feel anything.
Forget it, just leave it at that.
Everyone could humiliate her and belittle her.
Hiss.
Everyone gasped. Their gazes landed on Feng Lingxue's exposed back. Her delicate skin was like the finest lamb fat, crystal clear. The ribs on both sides were protruding and exquisite. She was indeed a ravishing beauty.
But there was a large patch of marks on her skin. Whip marks, slash marks, pinch marks … the many marks were intertwined, it was a ghastly sight.
Such a weak and helpless woman should have received a lot of sympathy, but no one pitied her.
All the men present stared at her. In their eyes, the marks on her body were more like SM. They were even looking forward to Xuan Mu stripping her naked.
Ah Jiao's Room's top hostess, Feng Lingxue. How many men couldn't even get their hands on her, it was such a great opportunity.
All the men glared at Feng Lingxue, the socialites dug their nails into their palms. Feng Lingxue was a vixen, she only knew how to seduce men. Why wasn't she dead yet?
"Brother Ying, this lowly slave is too evil. How dare she come here in black. Don't worry, I'll strip her naked now!"
Xuan Mu smiled malevolently, reaching for Feng Lingxue's collar and forcefully pulling down her clothes.
She had no clothes left on her body after being stripped.
In fact, the black dress today was to cover up the wounds all over her body. She was covered in wounds.
Xuan Mu's hand was already reaching over. Feng Lingxue moved, wanting to resist.
She wasn't without dignity.
It was just that her dignity was smashed to pieces.
But she used all her strength and didn't even move a single finger.
She heard Xuan Mu's malevolent laughter. All the men and women were pointing at her, waiting for her to be humiliated.
Feng Lingxue's lashes quivered. Her eyes reddened and two crystal hot tears fell from the corner of her eyes.
She was crying.
Xuan Ying lowered his eyes to look at her. He kept looking at her until he saw her tears rolling down her cheeks.
Now she was sprawled on the carpet, humiliated in front of everyone. She didn't even cry when she was being tattooed, but now that she was being stripped naked, she was crying.
But even so, she didn't beg for mercy.
She didn't even look at him.
"Everyone watch carefully, I'm going to start …" Xuan Mu pretended to be mysterious as he slowed down his movements.
The lace turtleneck was pulled down from her delicate neck, revealing her beautiful butterfly ribs. Her black dress was still being pulled down …
Feng Lingxue closed her eyes.
Xuan Ying moved when he saw this. He wanted to go forward.
But Shi Xiaoxiao held onto his strong arm tightly. "Elder Young Master, it's my and Ying's engagement banquet today. Don't make things so ugly. Let's forget it."
Shi Xiaoxiao was very smart, she spoke first.
Xuan Mu quickly stopped. "Since Sister-in-law has said so, I'll let this lowly slave off for now."
Feng Lingxue slowly opened her eyes, looking at Shi Xiaoxiao in front of her. Shi Xiaoxiao was wearing a long dress, holding onto Xuan Ying's strong arm elegantly. The two of them were really a match made in heaven.
"Ying, the engagement banquet has already started. Put the ring on me now." Shi Xiaoxiao handed her slender hand over to Xuan Ying.
Xuan Ying's handsome face remained impassive. He turned sideways, taking out a ring and slowly putting it on Shi Xiaoxiao's ring finger.
He lowered his head, kissing the back of Shi Xiaoxiao's hand.
— -Wow, congratulations to Silver Mask King and Miss Shi.
— -You must have a child soon.
Feng Lingxue's tears fell like a broken necklace. She thought that she wasn't in pain anymore, but it was still so painful.
The pain was excruciating.
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