dislike……

The three words were spoken and imprinted in Ling Che's mind, causing his pupils to shrink slightly, and an extremely strong and deep anger welled up in them.

Who do you like?

Is that Yang Wei?

"You'd better not mess with me, Yun Jiao." He said coldly, trying his best to suppress his emotions.

Yun Jiao frowned tightly, "I don't want to provoke you either. I'm drawing a clear line between us now. We'll be strangers when we meet again in the future... Yeah!"

As soon as she stood up, he pushed her back:

"Once you enter the Ling Mansion, don't even think about leaving!" His eyes were extremely sinister. "I always keep my word. When I fulfill the promise I made ten years ago, I will give you freedom wherever you want to go."

Yun Jiao looked at him in astonishment:

"What do you mean?"

He wants to lock her up?

"Are you sick?"

"Then just treat me as sick. Anyway, I just want you." He raised his hand and pushed her down.

She hurriedly sat up, but was pushed down by him again. She was so angry that she was about to use force, but he grabbed her wrists.

"Let me go!"

"Sir, this is not good..." At this time, a guard ran to the door and saw a woman on the bed. He reported as usual, "The traitor has been caught."

"Oh?" Ling Che raised his eyebrows, and suddenly thought of something fun, "I'll take you to do something fun."

He grabbed her wrist and led her outside.

backyard.

A row of guards dressed in black and with stern faces stood in unison, with their hands behind their backs and their eyes looking forward. The atmosphere was solemn. When Ling Che came, they all bowed their heads and called out respectfully:

"Young Master!"

The guards brought a throne and served tea.

Ling Che sat down lazily. Yun Jiao didn't understand what was going on. A few seconds later, he saw two guards coming in with a bloody, dying man and throwing him to the ground.

The man was tortured and beaten beyond recognition. When he saw the man sitting upright, he knelt on the ground in fear:

"My lord, my lord! Please forgive me, I know I was wrong! I will never dare to betray you again!"

He supported himself on the ground with both hands, kowtowed desperately to beg for mercy, his head banged loudly, and the ground was covered with blood.

"I dare not do it anymore! Sir, please spare my life, spare my life!"

Ling Che casually crossed his legs, leaned back in the armchair like a master, picked up the teacup, and sneered:

"I'm not a herdsman, why should I let you go?"

The man was so frightened that he was shaking all over. He begged for mercy even more panickedly and kowtowed even louder: "Master, spare my life!"

"I know I was wrong, and I will never make the same mistake again! Please, for the sake of my six years of following you, please give me a quick death!"

Stop torturing him!

Life is worse than death and more terrible than death.

Ling Che stretched out his lips, and that ferocious smile was like a beast lurking in the darkness, cruel and bloodthirsty.

"Jiaojiao, what I hate most in my life is betrayal. Do you know how I deal with traitors?" he asked with a smile.

That smile was cold and chilling.

Yun Jiao saw this and felt panic for no reason...

He just coldly threw down the teacup and raised his hand to high-five. The guards pushed over a huge iron cage, in which was a Tibetan mastiff weighing more than 200 pounds, with long and thick hair, which was ferociously scratching the cage.

The guards picked up the traitor, opened the cage, and threw him in mercilessly.

"Master, please spare me! No! No...ah!"

As soon as he entered the cage, the Tibetan Mastiff, which had been hungry for many days, pounced on him ferociously, opened its sharp and bloody mouth, bit his leg and tore off a piece of bloody meat.

“Ah! Ahhh!”

The man desperately clung to the cage, with nowhere to hide or escape, and screamed in despair.

Hands, feet, legs, waist...

The body was torn off piece by piece... bloody and cruel. I'm afraid that a living person would become food for a Tibetan mastiff like a beast.

When Yun Jiao saw this scene, her face turned extremely pale. She couldn't bear it anymore and turned around to vomit, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

He pinched her chin, forced her to look, and whispered coldly in her ear:

"If you want to betray me, I don't mind letting you have a taste of it too!"