In order to appease Yan mama, Mrs. Yan indiscriminately punished the "eldest young lady" to go to the small Buddhist hall for confinement.

Xie Liuyi came to the top of the Buddhist hall, moved the tile to a very narrow gap, and looked down with bated breath.

In the dark Buddhist hall, the "eldest young lady" curled up on the futon, hugged her shoulders tightly, and breathed in a big mouth, the cold sweat wet the broken hair on her forehead.

This "grandma" is afraid of the dark.

Xie Liuyi found this, lifted the tile in his hand, and lifted a few pieces sporadically in other places, and then looked down.

There was light in the Buddhist hall, the "eldest young lady" no longer trembled, she collapsed on the futon, and accurately met Xie Liuyi's eyes.

The eyes were clear and calm, which was out of tune with the current state of the "eldest young lady", as if another person looked at Xie Liuyi through her body.

In the main hall below, Mrs. and Mama Yan were gossiping and gossip. In this topic, there are no seven "night training" magic doctors.

This time, there seems to be no seven players in the Yan Mansion in the world.

The sky gradually brightened, the people who got up early had already got up and started to work, the door of the west wing was opened with a creak, and the eldest young master in a moon-white gown walked out of the west wing slowly to the door of the main room.

The next process Xie Liuyi is very familiar with, the eldest young master rescued the "eldest young lady" from the dark room, and proposed to move back to his yard.

On the way back, the eldest young master also said those soothing words in a gentle tone.

The difference is that this "eldest young lady" looks at the young master with gratitude and admiration, just like someone who is about to fall into hell, looking at a spider silk hanging down from heaven.

Then the housekeeper came to invite the "big young lady", Xie Liuyi hid her figure and followed.

Master Yan asked questions like investigation of household registration.

Back in the yard, Yan Dashao didn't know where to find a set of young woman's clothes for the "eldest young lady", and asked her to change the jacket and skirt that obviously did not fit her body.

Since she changed her clothes, time seemed to be fast-forwarding, Xie Liuyi only felt that the sunset was about to go down. The eldest young master's courtyard was completely dressed up, with red silk and 囍 characters on it. Compared with last night, this meeting was more like a candle night in a bridal chamber.

Xie Liuyi was still her gentleman on the beam, lying on the roof and lifting the tiles to look inside.

The "big young lady" sat on the bed wearing a red hijab, her slender pale fingers twisting the hem of her clothes nervously. Yan Dashao raised the red hijab with a scale rod, admiring it obsessively.

Because of the makeup, the face of "Big Young Mistress" looked much healthier and rosier. She mustered up the courage to look up at Young Master Yan, with a shy smile on her lips.

Suddenly, Yan Dashao stretched out his hand and grabbed the thin neck of the "big young lady", with a crazy look in his eyes.

Although he is always sick and weak, he is an adult man after all, and his strength is far better than the "big young lady".

Stab—Yan Dashao pinched her neck with one hand and ripped open the new clothes she just put on with the other.

"You are my wife and only mine! I am your husband and I am!"

The shyness in the eyes of "Big Young Mistress" turned into panic, she waved her hands indiscriminately, without the slightest strength, she opened her mouth wide, but couldn't breathe, her eyes gradually became loose.

Xie Liuyi was startled, and his fingertips were about to emit spiritual energy. Suddenly, the bell rang, and the whole world seemed to be stagnant. After two beeps, the surrounding environment did not change, but the people in the house disappeared.

Some shouted, "Alian, where are you?"

The world disappears, and in today's Yan residence, Xie Liuyi is the eldest young mistress.

Xie Liuyi who was caught off guard: "…"

Dad is on the roof.

Xie Liuyi vaguely remembered that Yan Dashao did mention in a lot of nonsense in the morning that he had to rearrange the flower candles in the wedding room. As a result, in the afternoon, the inner world appeared again, and when the inner world ended, it was already night.

The bridal chamber has been arranged, and the eldest young lady who was supposed to be sitting on the bed is now lying on the roof.

What to do? Want to go down?

Yan Dashao looked around the house and saw no one, shouted "come", but after shouting, he seemed to have reacted, rubbed his eyebrows, and walked out.

Only then did Xie Liuyi notice that there was no one in the yard except Yan Dashao.

Where did the next man go?

Thinking of what happened to the "big young lady" in the world just now, Xie Liuyi suddenly understood: the servant was dismissed by Yan Dashao.

Yan Dashao was sick all the year round, and was shrouded in the shadow of an excellent and healthy younger brother. Not only did he lose his right of inheritance, but even the major life events such as worshipping the church were almost done by the second youngest.

Several years of repression, negative emotions have long been rotten and fermented in his heart, and under that seemingly gentle and kind mask, the true nature of tyranny and perversion is covered up.

He hated his father and younger brother, but his weak body made him not dare to resist, he only dared to show his fangs to the weak.

Seeing the green bamboo gown and the bloodstains in the dark room in the back room, Xie Liuyi suspected that he had abused weak beings who could not resist, such as cats and dogs, in the dark room.

Even the original servant of Fengheyuan may have disappeared because of him.

The wife picked him up, not only to recover, but to prevent him from abusing the weak. When he proposed to go back to his yard, his wife was hesitant to say anything, worrying maybe not about his physical disease, but about his psychology.

Later in the inner world, when he saw that he was violent to the "eldest young lady", Xie Liuyi became more and more sure of his guess.

This man who was extremely depressed and depressed to the point of being psychopathic dismissed the servants in the hospital today, probably because he wanted to be violent to his new wife.

In other words, Yan Dashao wanted to hit her.

Xie Liuyi didn't know whether to hate his pervert or laugh at his self-confidence.

She jumped from the roof, like a nimble bird, and landed behind Yan Dashao.

Yan Dashao didn't realize anything, and stood in the yard calling "Alian".

"I'm here." Xie Liuyi reminded.

Yan Dashao was taken aback, turned around suddenly, caressed his chest for a long time before he could breathe, and blamed: "Alian, tonight is your wedding night, where did you go? went?"

Xie Liuyi didn't answer, turned around and walked into the main room, all the way to the inner room, and sat down on the bed.

After a long time, Yan Dashao walked in slowly, the expression on his face had been adjusted, and he put on a gentle mask.

"You make me look good," he went to the hanger by the bed and tore off a translucent red gauze veil.

"Agreed to give you a wedding night, come and cover the hipa."

Speaking, he walked to the bed with the hijab to cover Xie Liuyi.

Xie Liuyi leaned back, glanced at him with a half-smile, reached over his hijab, played with his hand, and asked casually, "You want to hit me?"

Yan Dashao was stunned, the corners of his mouth twitched, he laughed, shook his head and said, "What did Alian say? How could I hit you."

"Oh," Xie Liuyi shook his hijab and tossed it aside, staring at Yan Dashao blankly, "You can try."

Yan Dashao picked up the red gauze and said helplessly: "Don't talk nonsense, Alian, come and cover the hi-pa. I will pick up your hi-pa with my own hands, so that you can truly become my wife. ."

Xie Liuyi didn't speak any more this time, and pulled the red gauze over his head.

Across the translucent red gauze, she saw Yan Dashao walk slowly to the table, took a scale rod, and then slowly returned to the bed, holding the scale rod to pick out the happy handkerchief.

I don't know if it was because of excitement or because of weakness, his hands were shaking all the time, Xie Liuyi felt that the scale rod was about to poke her in the face.

Xipa was finally picked up, and a slightly distorted smile appeared on Yan Dashao's pale face, "You are my wife, my wife alone."

Xie Liuyi sat on the bed with arms crossed, too lazy to correct his statement.

Yan Dashao seemed to fall into his own emotions, his pupils dilated due to excitement, his nose fluttered, his breathing was short, and his face flushed, which made him look a lot healthier.

"Alian, I'm your husband, remember, I'm your husband," his expression gradually became hideous, his voice full of madness, "You have to obey me, you will do everything Listen to me!"

He suddenly raised the scale rod in his hand and drew it towards Xie Liuyi.

Xie Liuyi is not the weak white lotus in the world.

She leaned back, raised her right leg, and pointed her toes on Yan Dashao's wrist.

Yan Dashao cried out in pain and changed his face. The excitement faded, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and he hugged his wrist in pain.

The fingers let loose and the scale rod fell.

Xie Liuyi stretched out his feet to catch the scale rod that was about to fall, picked it up, and took the scale rod firmly in his right hand.

She stood up, tapped the scale in her left hand, and walked towards Yan Dashao step by step.

Yan Dashao stepped back holding his wrist, "Alian, put down the scale."

The time has come, and he is still trying to order Xie Liuyi.

"Be obedient!" He intensified his tone, "Obviously put down the scale, I won't hold you accountable for hurting me."

Xie Liuyi felt amused, and the scale rod in his hand was drawn on his upper arm with lightning speed.

Yan Dashao jumped up when he was drawn, his face was pale, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth.

Perhaps he realized that Xie Liuyi would not be obedient at all, so he accepted it.

"Alian, I know I'm wrong, I shouldn't have done anything to you. Put down the scale, I'm your husband, you have to listen to me."

While speaking sternly, he stumbled back out, exiting the inner room, he suddenly turned and ran out the door.

Just after running two steps, he suffered a sharp pain in his legs, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Xie Liuyi walked slowly to his side, picked up the scale he threw just now, and slapped it again on Yan Dashao's hip.

Yan Dashao let out a groan and straightened his body, his face flushed with pain and shame.

Xie Liuyi looked at him condescendingly, the scale pointed at his face from a distance.

As a weak chicken like you, who gave you the courage to do it with me?

This sentence was too long to say, so she changed the word, opened her mouth and spit out two words, "Weak chicken."

It is true that Yan Dashao has been sick all the year round. At this moment, Xie Liuyi gave him a few strokes. Under the severe pain, he only felt a buzzing in his ears and blackness in front of his eyes.

"Alian, Alian, I was wrong, I will never dare." Yan Dashao completely tore off his face and kept begging for mercy, like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy.

A person like him bullies the soft and fears the hard, and in the face of the strong, he is quicker than anyone else.

"Forgive me, I will never dare, I will never hit you again, I will treat you well."

"Really? I don't believe it." Xie Liuyi's voice was cold.

She knew in her heart that Yan Dashao was definitely not admitting his mistake, he was just scared. If it was the "big young lady" in the inner world, who was powerless to resist and could only let him abuse, he would never say the words "I was wrong".

On the surface, she looks gentle and kind, giving the "eldest young grandmother" warmth and hope, but she personally beats her to hell.

He enjoyed the pleasure.

Build their happiness on the pain of the weak, torture and kill animals, go to the bull pit hell, be trampled by the hooves of the bison, and be bumped by the horns of the bison.

Since Yan Dashao is such a dead person, how can someone be a good person.

"It's true, it's true," Yan Dashao was still begging for mercy, panting rapidly, so weak that he could only let out an angry voice, "Don't fight, I beg you."

Xie Liuyi squatted down, lifted Yan Dashao's chin with a scale, and looked into his eyes. Yan Dashao's dilated pupils became slightly clearer.

"What about the servants of Fengheyuan?"

Xie Liuyi coldly spit out three words, "Before."

As soon as the voice fell, Yan Dashao's pupils trembled violently, with fear, anger ... mixed emotions, for a long time, he pulled out a perverted laugh.

"Dead...dead."

"How did you die?"

"Family law...disposition."

"Why?"

"Because...they saw me...kill."

The next man saw him kill, so he was killed? What is the logic?

Maybe the power of the scale is too great, and Yan Dashao is like pouring beans in a bamboo tube, and he will say everything.

Over the years, Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan knew about his torture and killing of cats, dogs, and domestic animals, but they didn't care and didn't care.

Afterwards, the torture of livestock gradually could not satisfy him. Not long ago, he tortured and killed the maid in his room.

The servants of Fengheyuan witnessed this scene.

Murdering livestock and killing people are different after all. The Yan family is a big family. Although Mr. Yan is the head of the family, there are clan elders on top and side branches who are eyeing tigers. This kind of scandal is absolutely not dared to be spread.

So Mrs. Yan took Yan Dashao to her hospital for strict supervision in the name of recuperating. Mr. Yan asked the housekeeper to release rumors that the servants of Fenghe Court murdered the master, causing Dashao Yan's life to be in danger. Luo Zhi made some trumped-up charges and dealt with the servants in the entire courtyard.

Mother Yan felt sorry for Dashao Yan, saying that he was still a child, and he would be better if he married a wife.

Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Yan were afraid that he would not be able to change his tyranny after marrying his wife. An orphan girl who looks like Zhou Zheng came back to choose.

The reason why people have to volunteer is to make things better after the incident.

At this point, a mystery haunting Xie Liuyi's heart is finally clear.

Xie Liuyi raised Yan Dashao's face again with a scale, "Where are they?"

"Who?"

"The orphan who was bought in."

"I don't know, I don't know..." Yan Dashao was beaten, and after talking for a long time, his body was very weak. After the cold sweat, his cheeks were flushed with fever. After answering this After the question, he passed out.

She frowned and touched the other wrist again.

The pulse is thin and deep, and the kidney is deficient.

She separated a trace of spiritual power and probed into Yan Dashao's body. After checking around, she came to a definite conclusion.

Yan Dashao did not do anything.

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