However, no one knew.
Lanshan bit her lips so hard that they were about to rot, and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.
A mocking smile flashed past her eyes.
He let the raindrops hit him continuously.
What's this pain?
It was nothing at all. The pain she had suffered before was a thousand times more intense than this.
She had already endured that kind of pain, so what more these twenty whips?
But ... Why did she have to go through all this?
All of this was because of Lan Xiao.
Lan Xiao, was Yingluo really dead?
Chai jiatu felt a little uncomfortable. He stood not far away and watched as the whips struck Lanshan's back.
He clenched his fists and turned his head slightly, unable to bear to look.
What chaijiatu didn't notice was that in a corner not too far away from him, there were two people dressed in black.
One of them was tall and well-built, while the other was petite and had an exquisite figure.
