The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Zi La La" makes the toothy and scorching sound of the fleshy sound again, accompanied by the smell of barbecue.

The words "Valley of the Valley" on the torture frame could not be said, and I could only stop screaming and mourning.

Mrs. Murong looked at his miserable appearance, but she was in a good mood and laughed loudly: "Damly hybrids, are you not relying on this face to charm the wind? Now I ruin your face and look at you." What area does the person still use to confuse my son! Hahaha..."

The "Valley of the Valley" on the torture frame obviously heard the words of Mrs. Murong, and his face showed a shocked look.

He looked down at himself and frantically ran his hands, only to find that he couldn't move at all.

Whether it is the face or the lower body, there is pain in the heartbreaking lungs.

But the most painful and terrifying thing is that his mother stood in front of him but could not recognize him, but instead called him "Murong Flow"!

"Guliu Feng" Zhang Dazui, pulling the scorpion, "Mother, it is me, I am the wind, I am your son, help... help!"

However, because the face was burnt by the soldering iron and even the mouth was red and swollen, the words he said were vague, and Mrs. Murong could not hear what he was saying.

Seeing him shouting like this, full of fear, but feels very incomparable, and took off the hair on his head, and smashed his face. "Ha ha ha... little bastard, what are you, but a squat The mad woman’s rotten goods, even higher than my son, dare to seduce my son!”

"I am! You are just like your mother, you should be stepped on your feet for the rest of your life! Picking up goods, garbage, dog hybrids..."

This puncture of the next scorpion does not hurt the life of the warrior, but a face is quickly smeared by her, and the fear and pain are not comparable to ordinary punishment.

From the beginning, Murong Linfeng pleaded for mercy, and finally became dying, and even the voice could not be heard.

Mrs. Murong gasped and gnawed her teeth on the torture rack. She remembered the humiliation that the mother and son had brought to her in the early years, and she wanted to tear the little animal.

It is a pity that the people of Murong’s family have to live and keep this little beast and the monk, so that her bad breath can’t be solved.

Suddenly, like what I thought of, Mrs. Murong walked quickly to a corner of the torture chamber and then smirked and opened an organ above.

Soon, in which corner there was a wooden box that was only about half a person tall.

In which wooden box, a woman with a shawl is curled up.

I saw her covered in red fruit, the whole body was densely covered with scars everywhere, and the scars were stacked one on top of the other, and it was obvious that the torture she had suffered never stopped.

The most fascinating thing about Tunxi is that such a living person about one meter tall and six tall is locked in a box that is only one meter high in day and night, curling up and unable to stretch. What is this torture?

Upon seeing this person, Tunxi clearly felt that the wind around the valley was tight and his eyes became red and bloody.

If it wasn't for Tunxi, he would almost rush out.

Mrs. Murong grabbed the woman's hair, dragged her out, and dragged it to the front of the valley.

The guards next to him were embarrassed and horrified, and whispered to her side: "Mrs, the lord said, without his orders, you can't just let this person out. You do this..."