Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

"Oh?" Gong Qiang\'s smile is stronger. He looks at Gong Zhengyu, who kneels in front of him and is very obedient. He slightly raises his hands stained with blood, raises Gong\'s low head, his smiling eyes, and ignores Gong\'s beautiful and warm face. "Yu\'er, you have collected many things for your father these years. It\'s hard to go around, isn\'t it?"

"My life is given by my father. Whatever I do for my father should be done." Gong Zhengyu\'s voice did not fluctuate at all. His eyes were calm and waveless to those of Shanggong Qiang.

Gong Qiang chuckled, "you are so sensible, and it\'s not thanks to your father who loves you the most among your many brothers and sisters."

Gong Zhengyu lowered his eyes.

Gong Qiang holds Gong Zhengyu\'s finger on his chin and suddenly exerts force. "But it\'s hard to be a father. You should be clear about the rules of the star picking tower. Although you are loved most by your father, today you fail to live up to your father\'s expectations. If you don\'t punish me, I\'m afraid that your younger brothers and sisters will be dissatisfied with me and feel that I\'m too partial to you."

Gong Zhengyu said without expression: "it\'s the child who is not good at things. He should be punished by himself."

Gong Qiang smiled contentedly. "You know how hard it is to be a father."

Then he released his hand, and in the lower jaw of Gong Xuyu, there was a red and purple fingerprint.

"Then go and take the punishment yourself. Being a father doesn\'t mean to see you punished. After all, it hurts you and hurts me." Gong Qiang stood up and looked at Gong Zhengyu with a smile. The tone of regret was full of helplessness.

But

Gong Zhengyu didn\'t feel the slightest emotion. He just stood up numbly, saluted Gong Qiang, and walked away from the room. At the last moment of leaving the room, his eyes caught a glimpse of the girl lying on the table, who was as desperate as death, and almost as mad as a cry.

However, at that moment, Gong Zhengyu took back his sight and quietly retreated from the room.

At the moment when the door closed, Gong Qiang\'s voice sounded again, "call me your third brother."

Gong Zhengyu\'s hand shuddered a little, then took a deep breath, pressed down the bottom of his heart, and left the bloody hell.

After passing through the main building of the star picking tower, Gong Zhengyu walked along a house behind the main building. A downward extending ladder and darkness appeared in front of him. He walked down the ladder. In the darkness, the smell of blood in the air was more and more heavy. With a slight foot step sound, if there was a whine like nothing, it gradually reverberated in the gloom.

At the end of the stairs, a huge underground prison appeared in front of Gong Zhengyu. Under the flicker of fire, on the mottled wall, there were all kinds of torture tools, naked and big men, wearing human skin sewn headgear to shuttle in the dungeon. When Gong Zhengyu appeared in the dungeon, the big men immediately stopped their movements and walked respectfully to Gong Zheng In front of feather.

"Young master, are you here?"

Gong Zhengyu nodded slightly, glancing over those who were bound to the instruments of torture. "Where is Huiyu?"

"Three young masters? He is executing the prisoner. " Said a big man toward the dungeon of the deep point.