"What... do you want to do?"
Zhao Tianxiang was indescribably excited when he saw the panic flashing across her face.
The hand holding the candle was trembling.
Then he said with a jerky smile, "What are you doing? Of course it's doing something that will make you happy, little beauty."
As he spoke, he suddenly poured the candle in his hand towards Haitang.
The next moment, hot candle oil was seen dripping down, flowing on the wound drawn out by the whip.
hiss!
The burning pain caused Haitang to gasp, her whole body convulsed.
How delicate is the wound from the whip, how can it withstand the hot candle oil.
Seeing her reaction, Zhao Tianxiang laughed more and more freely, and stretched out his hand to tear off the clothes on her body, while burning the candle to Haitang's skin.
"Zizi!" It was the sound of the flesh scorched by the candle flame.
Haitang couldn't bear it any longer, and let out a miserable scream.
But Zhao Tianxiang was really excited when he heard her screams, he tore off his clothes, and rushed up, "Little beauty, scream, scream, the more you scream, the more excited I am in this world!" , the happier I am, hahaha..."
However, before Zhao Tianxiang climbed onto Haitang.
Suddenly felt a sharp pain in the waist, and then the whole person was thrown out like a sack.
"Who... who dared to break in... ah!! Help!! Help!!"
Before Zhao Tianxiang could question and speak out, a violent storm-like attack had already fallen on him.
Caracalla sounds kept coming from his ears, it was the sound of bones in his hands and feet being trampled and broken.
Zhao Tianxiang rolled his eyes from the pain, and finally couldn't take it anymore, and passed out.
Yan Haotian's eyes were red, staring at the unconscious person on the ground, with murderous intent like a wild beast in his eyes.
However, before he could kill Zhao Tianxiang, there was a low sobbing sound from behind him.
Yan Haotian froze all over, quickly turned around and rushed back to the bed, and helped Feng Haitang, whose clothes were disheveled, to stand up.
Seeing the scars all over Feng Haitang's white body, Yan Haotian could hardly breathe.
With shaking hands, he took out the mysterious medicine that Muyan gave to cure all poisons from his bosom, and let Haitang take it.
The effect of the medicine quickly restored Feng Haitang's mobility.
But her body was icy cold, curled up in Yan Haotian's arms, clutching his skirt tightly, her body trembling constantly.
Tears overflowed his eyes uncontrollably.
Just now, she really thought that she had fallen into hell, and there was no hope for her life ever since.
At that moment, the despair and humiliation in her heart could not be described in words.
She couldn't even bite her tongue and commit suicide.
But at that time, she didn't cry, even though she was in hell and hopeless, she didn't shed a single tear.
But now, being held in Yan Haotian's arms, he smells the man's familiar breath.
Haitang couldn't bear it anymore, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Ah... ah..."
Yan Haotian wanted to speak to comfort the crying girl in his arms, but he couldn't make a sound.
Looking at Feng Haitang's frightened, sad, and scarred appearance.
He really wanted to stab himself to death with a knife!
If he hadn't listened to Fang Yicheng's words, he would have broken with Haitang.
How could Haitang leave sadly, and how could there be such encounters.
Obviously he wanted to make Haitang happy, so he left her cruelly, but he didn't expect to let her be hurt like this.
Slap!
A hot tear fell on Feng Haitang's temple, slowly flowing down her cheek, blending with her tears.