The little girl who accompanied him through many ups and downs, through life and death, is no more. He will never see her little face with tears in her eyes but forced a smile, and he will never see the girl who once heard that he wanted to marry her as his wife.

The little girl will blush with embarrassment...

Everything in the past is still so real in front of my eyes, but as soon as I close my eyes and open my eyes, that person has passed away far away and will never be seen again.

Jia Cong's heart is getting colder and harder, as cold as a lump of ice and as hard as a rock that has not been eroded by the wind for thousands of years.

His eyes became sharper and sharper, and his hatred grew stronger.

When I wake up from the Dream of Red Mansions, there are no flowers, no more than red willows and green warblers, no warblers and swallows, no flowers in front of me and me under the moon, not to mention sweet dreams that I don’t wake up from. All I have is a fight between life and death.

Those who see through it and are cruel will survive; those who cannot see through it and are soft-hearted will lose their lives.

The little girl Biluo was still in shock, so she quietly lit candles one after another. Countless candle flames danced endlessly, and the room was quietly filled with aura of wealth. The exquisite and luxurious ornaments were like treasures, shining brightly, making people ecstasy at a glance.

I am fascinated, but who can see through the thick murderous intention that cannot be concealed by this aura of wealth?

Even the dishes and cups used to serve food on the table are made of the finest porcelain, as warm and moist as jade.

Jia Cong casually picked up a disk and threw it to the ground. After a crisp sound, the valuable plate fell into pieces and the soup splashed everywhere. The little girl trembled with fright, and she only looked at Jia Cong with a pair of beautiful big eyes.

One glance and he was so frightened that he moved away hastily.

"Tie him up securely for me!"

Jia Cong said coldly.

"okay……"

The poor little girl walked forward tremblingly with a thick rope and began to tie up the still unconscious Cai'er.

Has this girl ever done something like this before, and has she ever seen such a terrifying scene? She was terrified, but she was even more afraid of Jia Cong's eyes that were sharper than knives.

As a last resort, the little girl wept and squatted down and began to tie them up.

The evil man in front of him was severely scalded by the large bowl of boiling oil soup. The blisters on his face fell off piece by piece as soon as he touched his skin slightly. The little girl was so frightened that she almost cried.

However, the evil slave who was in a coma could still feel the pain, and moaned and screamed from time to time, which scared her to the point where she burst into tears. Her arms were as soft as noodles and she couldn't exert any strength.

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"Hurry up, if you dare to linger any longer, he will clean you up after I finish cleaning it up!"

Jia Cong was impatient and scolded him coldly.

The little girl Bi Luo was even more frightened, her tears flowed more violently, and her hands shook violently.

"Is this what the old lady sent you? You don't have the guts to do something like this? If you dare to shed another tear, I will kill you first and then him!"

Jia Cong scolded.

Now his heart is filled with hatred, hatred for Wang Xifeng, hatred for Cai'er, and hatred for Jia Mu!

This old lady knew that Wang Xifeng wanted to harm her girl but did not help her at all. She was no different from an accomplice!

Since she dared to put people in her room, don't blame yourself for being ruthless!

Hearing Jia Cong's scolding, Biluo quickly raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears, gritted her teeth and began to tie up the evil slave on the ground.

The rope was wound around and around, and the little girl spent a lot of effort to finally tie up the people on the ground as tightly as a crab.

"Young...Young Master...Okay...Okay..."

The little girl Bi Luo quickly replied in a low voice, her voice trembling badly.

Jia Cong snorted coldly, bent down and tied the rope again, then picked up a sharp piece of porcelain and scratched the enemy in front of him deeply.

"ah……"

Under the severe pain, the enemy who had been arrogant just now suddenly woke up from the pain again.

Seeing the blood gushing out instantly and the bone-deep incision, Biluo almost fainted.

"Tell me, where is Jinque? Did you kill her?"

Jia Cong kicked him hard and asked fiercely.

"ah……"

Cai'er just cried and howled without saying a word. His whole body hurt so much that it felt like he was in hell.

Suddenly he understood the meaning of his master's look just now: You are not allowed to say a word even if you die!

As long as you can bear it, I will definitely save you!

Cai'er finally realized that he had made a damn mistake, he had underestimated Jia Cong!

Since he underestimated Jia Cong, he will die.

But who knows that Jia Cong will not allow him to die, he will make his life worse than death!

"Go to the kitchen and get salt, a knife, and a piece of cloth. I don't want to hear him scream when I chop off his hand!"

Jia Cong suddenly raised his head and gave orders. Bi Luo was almost scared to death. In front of her was a young master from a concubine of the Jia family. He was simply a devil!

Facing such a devilish young master, Biluo no longer dared to slack off, turned around with tears in her eyes and ran out to get her things.

But Jia Cong bent down and whispered in Cai'er's ear: "Don't worry, I will never ask you to die, I will make your life worse than death! Your master is right, even to the sky you are just a slave.

Just die, what's the pity?"

Cai'er tried his best to scream for help, like a ghost howling. His voice tore through the dark night and hovered over Jia's house. It was unknown how many people heard it.

"Scream, scream well, let your master hear it, let her know, if you push me hard, I can do anything!"

Jia Cong's voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder to Cai'er, which shook him out of his mind. His face and body were in great pain, but his eyes were filled with darkness, and he was probably blind. He didn't even dare to open his eyes at all.

The slightest movement caused pain to penetrate into my bones.

"You should think about it yourself. If you are willing to respond to me obediently, I will no longer torture you. I will neither sprinkle salt into your wounds nor chop off your hands and feet..."

Jia Cong said coldly.

Cai'er knew that Jia Cong wasn't trying to scare him. This little bastard would definitely do it if he could tell it.

He suddenly felt so regretful. On weekdays, Wang'er kept urging him not to listen to his second mistress and be merciful, but instead of listening, he laughed at Wang'er for being timid and afraid of getting into trouble!

What are you afraid of? The second mistress is above us. With her protecting us, who dares to touch us?

Now it seems that the second mistress cannot protect him for the rest of his life, and there are many people who dare to touch him.

Just as he was thinking about regrets, another sharp pain suddenly spread from his calf. The pain intensified little by little, and he could even hear the harsh sound of porcelain scratching on the bones.

"ah……"

He didn't have time to speak, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't. Under the severe pain, there was nothing he could do except yell.

"Master...Young...Master...I brought the good salt, the knife and the cloth..."

"Sprinkle salt into the wound, cover his mouth with a cloth, and give me the knife. I'll chop off two of his fingers first..."

Cai'er was so frightened that he endured the severe pain and shouted: "Master, Master Jia Cong, I, I, I said, I said, please stop torturing me, I said, I said..."

Cai'er begged for mercy heartbreakingly.

"No need, I know everything I want to know..."

Jia Cong said with a sneer.
Chapter completed!