2. Perversion
Hua Yi was hanging on the tree to blow the cool wind, under the tree often people pass by, except for a glance, and then no other expression. Clothes can not withstand her weight, the sound of rupture when Hua Yi hastily use both hands to grab the spear above her head, and so Teng Feng far away after half an hour, she thought she could come down.
Took a lot of effort to touch the spear to climb to the tree trunk, Hua Yi along the trunk of the tree slowly sliding down, but unfortunately the effect of the soft tendon powder on her body has not completely retreated, her hands and feet are still a little weak, “pop” sound, she finally fell down.
Four feet to the sky, the whole body pain.
Hua Yi simply do not get up, anyway, she got up also do not know where to go.
Instead, someone came over and looked down at her, “Miss 18, since you’ve come down, go to the house and wash up, Your Lord will be seeing you later.”
None of Teng Feng Yuan’s concubines had an official name, they weren’t concubines or maids, so the people in the sect still called them girls, and in chronological order, Hua Yi was the eighteenth, so she was known as the eighteenth girl.
Hua Yi didn’t move, lying on the ground pretending to be dead. But this is not at all in the way, the people directly carry her up, don’t look at the other side is not tall maid, strength is not small, all the way to carry the person around and around, and finally bring the person into a small two-story building, thrown into a large bathtub, and then no longer care about her.
Look at the side of the clean clothes, Hua Yi simply took a bath, clothes changed after she walked out of the cubicle, outside the room is extremely spacious, hundreds of candles reflecting bright lights, the house furnishings are not much, in the middle of a sandalwood bed, hanging light-colored tents, next to the clothes rack, candlestick. East of a dining table set a few small dishes, is emitting a faint fragrance.
Hua Yi has long been hungry, know that this meal is prepared for her, not polite, pick up the rice bowl to eat, devouring without image.
When the meal is full, still no one cares about her. Terrace wind blew in, candle flames flickering, the gauze tent gently dance, Hua Yi saw the moonlight outside, they went over. Looking up, the moon was in the sky; looking down, Hua Yi instantly turned pale.
Two lanterns hanging at the eaves of the corridor, through the lantern’s light can be seen below the terrace is more than ten feet of stone pits, pits hundreds of snakes coiled and intertwined, some shaking and swimming body, some high head spitting core, Hua Yi scared face white as paper, almost just eaten the rice spit out.
She turned around and walked towards the house, closing the door of the terrace with a bang, her whole body still had goosebumps, her knees were weak, and she thought to herself, “This perverted sect master, is it possible that he wants to follow the example of King Zhou of Shang Dynasty?
“Scared?” A voice resounded abruptly in the room.
Looking up, he saw Teng Feng Yuan appearing in the room at some point, he was tall, the silver mask on his face depicted a sinister and horrifying pattern in black and white, matched with his black robes, the whole person seemed like a hellish ghost messenger.
Hua Yi covered his heart and stared straight at him.
He walked over, elegantly and slowly, like a lion approaching its prey step by step. Before Hua Yi could make any moves, he picked her up and threw her directly onto the large bed in the center.