The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

A bucket of cold water was poured from head to toe, and Mu Qianxi woke up from the freezing cold.

The insensitivity talisman should have lost its effect. The intense pain on my forehead became more and more obvious. I don't know where I hit my head when I rolled down the hill, and my head was bleeding.

She lifted her heavy eyelids and saw her surroundings clearly in a daze.

The bloody and rotten smell in the dark and damp basement rushed into the nose, making people feel sick.

I didn't know when I was put in that white princess dress. I was tied to a wooden frame, with red marks on my hands and feet.

Cold water mixed with blood dripped down her head. The cold and pain made her shiver uncontrollably, and she felt dizzy and her head was swollen. It seemed that all the strength in her body was drained away. She could only stand up with the rope tied around her.

Ling Baijin was standing in front of her, looking at her leisurely. The wound on his shoulder had been bandaged, and he was neat, dignified and meticulous again. But the vicious light in his eyes betrayed the fact that he was a hypocrite.

"Tell me! Where is the mother Gu hiding?" He stepped forward and pinched her jaw tightly.

Compared to the wound on my forehead, this little pain seems nothing.

She stared at him unmoved, her eyes full of mockery. After a moment's silence, she suddenly spat in his face.

"Don't even think about it! And don't even think about threatening me with the bloodthirsty insect again!"

"You!" With anger almost bursting out of his eyes, Ling Baijin took the tissue handed to him by the bodyguard to wipe the saliva off his face, then raised his hand and slapped her hard in the face.

Mu Qianxi was hit so hard that her face turned away. Her head buzzed as if she was in a state of unconsciousness. Red and swollen marks of the slap were left on her pale skin.

After a while, her scattered consciousness gradually came back to normal, and she gradually tasted the blood in her mouth.

With a splitting headache, she turned her head with difficulty like a malfunctioning puppet and looked up at him stubbornly.

After taking a few intermittent breaths, she seemed to have used up all her strength to spit out the broken teeth and blood in her mouth onto his face.

Ling Baijin was completely unprepared for this sudden situation. He couldn't help but curse under his breath and quickly took a tissue to wipe the blood off his face.

"You want to fucking die, don't you?" He was so angry that his face was ferocious. His hands were like iron pliers, tightly pinching her neck, and he squeezed out these murderous words from between his teeth.

Mu Qianxi met his fierce gaze straight ahead, no longer filled with fear, but full of contempt.

Her voice was already broken and hoarse, but her tone was particularly firm: "Kill me if you have the guts. Otherwise, I will release the bloodthirsty Gu sooner or later, and don't even think about threatening me again!"

"Do you think that apart from your two useless parents, who would care about your life? Even if I kill you today, they can't do anything to me!" Ling Baijin's teeth were clattering, "Where is the mother Gu? Tell me!"

Mu Qianxi's vision was already blurred, but she still refused to lower her head: "Don't even think about it!"

"You really won't cry until you see the coffin! I wonder how long you can endure this!" His eyes widened, his face twisted and ferocious. Then he shouted, "Untie her!"

The rope was untied, she lost her restraints and fell to the wet floor. Perhaps because she fell down the hillside, Mu Qianxi felt pain all over her body, dizzy, dry mouth, and even no strength to get up.

"How could you bear to take Xixi's life? I will only punish her slightly." Ling Bojin took out a whip covered with barbs from somewhere, and put on a fake smile on his face, "I will stop as long as Xixi figures it out."

Mu Qianxi looked up at him, her eyes filled with anger and hatred, but without the slightest trace of fear.

Seeing that she refused to give in, Ling Baijin became enraged again. A fierce light flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and swung the whip at her.

The whip landed on the back, the barbs hooked into the skin and then left, tearing the skin and flesh in an instant.

Mu Qianxi groaned in pain and curled up on the ground, trembling.

"You still don't want to say it?" Ling Baijin asked quietly.

Beads of sweat fell from her forehead. She gasped and gritted her teeth, "I, I'm going to kill you! Ling Baijin, I'm going to kill you!"

Ling Baijin's face turned pale and he whipped her hard again.

Every time the whip fell, it brought a sharp sound of wind. I don't know how many times it hit her. Soon she was bloody and her white princess dress was stained with blood. Mu Qianxi's face was pale and she seemed to have no strength to speak.

Ling Baijin seemed to be tired of whipping and stopped. However, even though the girl in front of him no longer had a patch of intact skin on her back, she never uttered a single cry of pain or shed a single tear from beginning to end.

Her eyes stared at him with hatred, as if she would not let him go even if she became a ghost. Ling Baijin was actually stared at so hard that his feet went cold.

"Someone come! Bring me the electric iron!" He shouted angrily.

Soon, a steaming, red-hot electric iron was handed to him. Ling Bojin took the hot iron and pressed it hard against her torn and bleeding back.

With a "sizzle" sound, a pungent smell of burning spread out. Unbearable burning pain spread from the back, and Mu Qianxi's thin body twitched violently. Then the whole person collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, and completely fainted.