She had been shot and slashed with a knife, but she had not felt the pain of the whip.
On the shelf on the side, the closest thing to Yan Tingting was an ordinary whip, but she chose this.
If she was angry for a while and just hit her casually, it would be really unconvincing.
Yan Yanqi's eyes were fierce, full of anger: "Today, you let me shed a drop of blood."
On his day, I will let your feet bleed like a river" Yan Tingting had already been frightened and hid behind Yan Ge, and the other masters were a little dazed.
Master Bo was standing in front of Yan Yanqi, and he could naturally feel the breath and aura on his body when she said this.
Much like a person.
Didn't Qiao Yan just say the same thing before she died?
Exactly the same tone, exactly the same eyes.
Suddenly, Master Bo's pupils shrank, and his face changed suddenly Qiao Yan, the last official lady of the Yan family.
It was in the position where Yan Yan Qi was standing that he died "Untie it for her" Master Bo took two steps back, pressed his eyebrows with one hand, and hurriedly asked the man in black to let go of Yan Yanqi.
Anyway, it may just be a coincidence, but he had a shadow back then, and Yan Yanqi couldn't stand here and be punished no matter whether he stole Yan Tingting's things or not.
That look is too similar to Qiao Yan The chains in his hands and the shackles under his feet were loosened, and Yan Yanqi's body shook slightly, and then he hurriedly stabilized his body. also secretly scolded himself in his heart: Yan Yan Seven, Yan Yan Seven, just one whip, it will not break you, stand up straight, and your waist should be hard Raising her hand, Yan Yanqi pulled into the collar to cover the exposed skin, and stood there, she endured it, so she didn't pick up the whip on the ground and whipped it on Yan Tingting's body.
"Master Bo, although I am not a child from a wealthy family, it is impossible to steal things" Of course, except for touqg newspapers and the like, but those are two different things.
The body has long been soaked, the flesh and blood under the collarbone and the neck have long been blurred, and Yan Yanqi is now twisting his neck is a heart-rending pain.
But I can only endure it.
The rain soaked the wound inside, and it hurt even more Clenched his fists, Yan Yanqi was just about to say something, but the door outside was kicked open.
Yan Yanqi was stunned and looked over with several other people.
In fact, Master Bo doesn't need to look at it at all, and he knows who it is.
The air conditioner suddenly filled the entire room, and the low air pressure hit and made people breathless.
Bo Qichen's eyes swept away, and finally settled on Yan Yanqi's body.
The two were separated by a long distance, wearing the same clothes that could not be distinguished at first glance.
The flaxen hair and the grandmother's gray hair were lifted by the wind, and the two of them stood there, looking at each other a little stunned.
The slightly long bangs are almost dry.
When Yan Yanqi came back to his senses, Bo Qichen had already strode towards him, looking a little anxious.
"My people, if you ask my opinion, bring it here" His wrist was grabbed tightly, Yan Yanqi was protected by his tall body, and an inexplicable sense of security hit him again
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