"Roar..." The fragrant boudoir is soft and fallen. It should be a clear and holy place. But at this time, there is a thin figure lying on it. He is tied up with limbs and roars like a wild animal. Obviously, he has lost his mind.

"This... This is Song Ji. What have you done to him? Rao Shichen could not help sympathizing with the informer.

"Nothing, this Song Ji almost killed Feng Zhu, I naturally can not spare him, I want to let him suffer from me day and night, in order to redeem his own guilt!" Muer could not help blushing.

"Oh? How do you torture him? Eve,...