Changping Village.

"Your father is making trouble every day. He has come here a hundred and eighty times in the past few days, all asking your father to find Yongxian. Especially these days, the government has closed the case and said that Sanwu was alone in the house.

I accidentally lit a candle on fire and set the house on fire. It had nothing to do with anyone else, and your father just screamed for Yongxian's injustice."

Sun sighed and told Yang Ruoqing about the various troubles of Old Yangtou, all of which were inseparable from Yang Yongxian.

"Dad, how did you deal with my father?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

When Yang Huazhong was full, he put down his chopsticks and said: "What else can I say? Of course I'm trying to evade it by saying that I don't know Yongxian's whereabouts and can't find him. If he wants to come back, he will come back. If he doesn't want to come back, we can't even use a rope to trap him."

.”

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Well, indeed, he went to Changhuaizhou to take the exam, and there was no news for several months after he left. He can indeed do such a thing."

But this time, Yang Yongxian didn't run away on his own, but was controlled by her.

Yang Huazhong and Sun also knew about this.

Sun asked Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "Qing'er, what's going on with your cousin right now?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'm going crazy because of the things in the jar."

"Ah?" Sun couldn't react for a moment and couldn't help but look at Yang Huazhong, who had a solemn expression on his face.

Yang Ruoqing didn't plan to tell Ms. Sun in detail, for fear of scaring her.

"Qing'er, you can't keep him locked up like this, right? When are you going to let him out? Let him fend for himself!" Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "It's almost time."

…

In the dark and humid cave, Yang Yongxian took off his clothes and knelt on the ground, twisting his body into a strange posture, pushing his head between his legs, and trying to stick out his tongue towards the anus...

Once doesn’t work, twice, twice doesn’t work, three times…

A posture of not giving up until he licks his buttocks.

After a lot of trouble, he was so tired that he lay on the ground like a dead dog, panting and begging for mercy.

"I really can't reach it, please, please spare me..."

There was obviously no one else in the cave except him, but there was a fierce voice roaring in his head.

"No, lick, lick, quack quack..."

Yang Yongxian struggled to lick it a few more times, but still couldn't lick it. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely. It was better to let him die after such dark torture!

"Can't lick it? Let me help you!"

The voice rang again, and Yang Yongxian suddenly felt full of strength. He stood up from the ground and strode out.

"Where to go? We can't go any further. There are cliffs outside the cave!" he shouted.

His powerful hands and feet didn't obey him at all. When he stepped out, an invisible force seemed to block the entrance of the cave and bounced him back.

Yang Yongxian breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, fortunately.

But the voice in my head became even more angry.

"hateful!"

Yang Yongxian suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself on the face.

Snapped!

Snap, snap!

Snap, snap, snap!

There was burning pain on my face. As the slaps got bigger and more numerous, my face became numb and I couldn't feel the pain.

Finally, blood began to spurt from his mouth and nose, and his slaps became faster and faster. Yang Yongxian didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy.

After the slap, a pair of hands began to make fists and stab them in the chest, lower abdomen, and crotch...
Chapter completed!