The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Fanxing Film and Television, the underground dark layer.

The Blood Sacrifice Pavilion has always been like ghosts and charms. They have never had a specific stronghold. Instead, they used the buildings of Fanxing Film and Television and its industries as a cover.

It is impossible to find out, but also unexpected.

"Young Master, people have been brought here."

Ives folded his arms on his chest, bending over respectfully and handing over the task to the priest.

The priest was sitting on the burgundy soft chair. He lay languidly, flipping through Mu Wanqing's materials casually, raising his eyelids and curling his lips with a coquettish smile, "Uh-huh."

Ives straightened up immediately.

He took a step to the side, patted his palm twice, and smiled triumphantly, "Bring people in."

The men of Jixue Pavilion immediately carried Mu Wanqin who was unconscious and walked in and put her on the ground.

At the same time, there was Ling Feng who was hurt all over.

"Young Master!" After they saluted, they stepped back.

The priest's red lips twitched lightly, his slender fingers twisted the pile of information about the girl, and he suddenly waved his hand.

The white paper fell sprawling, scattered all over his body, lying scattered on the ground without rules.

"I'm almost impatient when I wait..."

The priest snorted, and his long legs lifted up to the ground neatly. He moved his shoulders slowly, stepping on a pair of shiny leather shoes, and approaching Mu Wanqing step by step.

He glanced down, his eyes were cold, "dead?"

"No, Young Master." Ives explained immediately, "Mu Wanqing had a heart attack. I ordered her to be injected with nitroglycerin and tranquilizers."

Hearing this, the priest raised his eyebrows lightly.

His eyes moved slightly, and then he looked at the man who was leaning against Mu Wan, "Which distinguished guest is this?"

"Mu Wanqing's guard is from Ye Yuchen." Ives reported truthfully, "Another guard escaped."

The priest made a playful smile, he looked at Ling Feng with interest, and quickly strangled his neck with his hand.

With a violent effort, Ling Feng's cheeks were flushed red because of the lack of breathing, but he still stared at him stubbornly.

"Hang him up." The priest sneered coldly. "I want him to witness the pain of his two masters."

A smile on Ives' lips raised, "Yes."

He immediately ordered people to take the iron chain, hung the top of the chain to the ceiling, and hung the person in the air.

"Do you need to wake up Mu Wanqin?" Ives asked for instructions.

Without a word from the priest, he slowly squatted down and looked down at the girl lying unconscious on the cold ground.

Mu Wanqing had already been untied at this time. She was lying on her side, her legs slightly bent and half-curled, her black hair was scattered in a mess, covering half of her pale ceramic face.

There was cold sweat on the tip of her nose, her bloodless lips were slightly open, and she could vaguely see the white teeth and pink tongue.

The exquisite features are really charming.

"No need." The priest's red lips curled up, the corners of his eyes were squishy, ​​and the girl's eyes were secretive.

He stretched out his hand and raised her chin with his slender and white fingers, and the seaweed-like hair slid down to the sides, revealing a charming and beautiful face.

"Ye Yuchen has a good vision."

He raised the corner of his eyes, and was about to move his palm up to touch her cheek, but the girl seemed to be awake, and she unconsciously shrank her neck.

"No..." Mu Wanqing screamed.

She frowned slightly, only feeling that her brain was still a little stunned, but the severe pain in her heart eased a lot.