Lu Ming was deep in thought when he heard a burst of angry curses from outside the door. Then, the door was suddenly kicked open by someone. The wooden door, which was not very solid to begin with, suddenly slammed heavily on the ground, making a loud noise and raising countless dust on the ground.
The girl's whole body stiffened, her calves trembling, and she stood up from the wooden bench tremblingly, looking towards the door in horror.
When she saw who was coming, the girl's face suddenly turned pale and her lips trembled. She was obviously frightened. She forced a smile and stammered to the person opposite: "Second Master, why are you here?"
Lu Ming also looked towards the door and saw three young men in ancient costumes, about 13 or 14 years old, standing in a row, looking at them with ill intentions. The leader was a round-faced young man in blue fancy clothes, who was now full of anger and smiled coldly in the direction of the two men, with an arrogant and disdainful look in his eyes.
The young man in fancy clothes walked up quickly, snatched the white steamed bun from Lu Ming's hand, threw it to the ground, kicked it hard a few times, and then said to the girl in a sinister tone: "Fushu, you are here to deliver food to this bastard again. I think you are tired of living today."
After saying that, the young man in gorgeous clothes waved his hand, and the two young men behind him quickly rushed out. In a flash, they came to the girl called Fushu, stretched out their hands and grabbed her hair and dragged her backwards.
Fu Shu was caught off guard and fell heavily to the ground in the tug of war. Her hair was also torn apart. The intense pain made her scream, tears streaming down her cheeks. She cried and begged for mercy, "Second Young Master, Fu Shu will never dare to do it again. Please let me go!"
The young man in fancy clothes sneered and said coldly: "This sickly guy has already become a useless person. It's a pity that you still think about him all day long. You are really infatuated with him."
Lu Ming's eyes turned cold, and he supported himself on the edge of the bed with one hand, wanting to get up and save the girl, but he was helpless and powerless. Although he managed to get up from the bed, his vision was black. The whip wounds all over his body were torn violently at this moment, and the pain came instantly, making Lu Ming groan, and an abnormal blush appeared on his cheeks.
Lu Ming held on to his shaky body, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Let her go."
A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young man in fancy clothes. After a long while, he sneered and said, "I have never seen you plead for this bitch on weekdays. It's strange today."
As soon as the young man in fancy clothes finished speaking, he immediately turned his head and ordered the two young men, "Drag her out and help her wake up."
The two boys nodded and dragged Fushu out, leaving a long mark on the ground. During her struggle, Fushu's forehead hit the ground and was scratched. Blood flowed down her cheeks and mixed with her tears, looking pitiful and terrifying.
But the young man in fancy clothes was not moved at all. Instead, he looked at her with disgust and said, "Go get a bucket of water."
Lu Ming's heart suddenly tightened, and a bad premonition suddenly came to his mind.
He hurriedly chased after her with weak steps, and just as he expected, the young man in fancy clothes ordered people to fetch water from the well, and then had them forcefully press Fushu's head into the water, ignoring her struggles and cries, and did not do so until she was about to die, and then he pulled her out of the bucket again by her hair, over and over again.
Lu Ming was anxious and angry at the cruel scene before him. He ran forward to stop everything, but his legs became weak, his vision went dark, and he could no longer support his weak body. He fell heavily to the ground in a mess.
Seeing this, the young man in fancy clothes raised his head and laughed loudly, saying mockingly: "Look, this is the genius weapon refiner that our He family rarely sees in a hundred years!"
A young man next to him said disdainfully: "What a genius weapon refiner, now his spiritual roots are destroyed, I'm afraid he can't even beat an ordinary person, let alone refine a magic weapon. This kind of trash is still alive and lingering in the world, it's simply a shame for our entire He family."
The young man in fancy clothes snorted coldly, walked forward, stepped hard on the back of his hand, squatted down, leaned close to Lu Ming's ear, and laughed softly. On his childish face was a cruelty that was totally inconsistent with his age.
He said viciously: "He Qingci, look at you now, you are worse than a dog. How does it feel to be a genius cultivator who was once high and mighty, but suddenly fall into the abyss overnight?"
Lu Ming was sweating all over because of the pain on the back of his hand. He had to bite his lips tightly to swallow the painful moans, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Lu Ming struggled to pull his hand free, but the boy stepped on him so hard that he couldn't move at all. He clenched his fist and turned his face to the side, and suddenly he saw a thin piece of iron on the ground not far from him.
Lu Ming made up his mind, stretched out his other hand, quickly grabbed the piece of iron, moved forward and bit the boy's ear with all his strength. While the boy was screaming in pain and struggling, he quickly climbed up and pressed the iron piece against the boy's carotid artery.
The young man in fancy clothes was shocked and angry. He covered his bleeding ear with his hand and screamed in pain, shouting, "He Qingci! You are so brave! Let me go!"
Lu Ming smiled coldly, gently scratched his neck with the iron sheet, and said, "Let her go, or this iron sheet will cut your throat soon."
The young man in fancy clothes gnashed his teeth and said, "Don't you want to live anymore? If my mother knew, she would never let you off easily!"
Lu Ming curled his lips, but his eyes were fierce and intimidating: "It doesn't matter, one life for another, if you are willing to give up your life, I am willing to accompany you."
Hearing this, the young man in fancy clothes could only glance at him angrily, then turned to the bewildered young men and said, "Let her go first."
Those people didn't dare to disobey and hurriedly let go of Fu Shu, who had been tortured to the point of fainting. They stood there looking at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Luming said, "Let them take off all their clothes, throw them all into the well, and get out."
The young man in fancy clothes was suppressed by Lu Ming, fearing that he would cut his throat in excitement, so he had to swallow his anger and obey Lu Ming's instructions, and ordered those people to take off their clothes and throw them into the well. Lu Ming said coldly to the young man: "Why are you still standing there? You too."
The young man in fancy clothes looked at Lu Ming in disbelief, his eyes filled with even more anger: "How dare you!"
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