Lin Zixiang saw it himself, widened his eyes, let go of his hand and turned to ask Lin Ziyan, "My face, what's wrong with my face?"

Lin Ziyan frowned in disgust when she saw the wound that had broken her flesh.

Lin Zixiang's face changed and he stood up and ran towards Jia Ying like crazy, "I'm fighting with you!"

The man ran a step and was hit in the knee by a whip.

The latter suddenly felt weak and fell to the ground.

A series of whip shadows fell on Lin Zixiang.

Lin Zixiang, who could still curse a few words at the beginning, was left with a scream of begging for mercy and crying for help.

The young man was beaten like a dog who fell into the water. The person who hit someone looked indifferent, without any cruelty of abuse, but instead exuded a powerful aura that made people ashamed of himself.

The guests who found this looked different and were even more worried. They only knew what they thought.

"Stop!"

Lin Ziyan ran over.

"Ga Ying, if you are unhappy, you can...ah!"

Lin Ziyan, who thought that Jia Ying would not hit him, was whipped to her arm, and the screams he immediately made were sharper than Lin Zixiang.

Everyone present showed discomfort.

Lin Ziyan, who was beaten, opened her eyes wide in surprise, then retreated without hesitation, and did not continue to block Lin Zixiang.

After reaching a safe distance, she covered her arms.

A whip mark broke the skin red and bleeding in a short time.

When she thought that it wasn't that she was running fast, the whip was not hitting her, but actually hitting her, and the arm would probably leave scars. Lin Ziyan was both afraid and glad.

The pain from the whip mark on her arm also reminded her of everything she had just experienced in the room. After recovering from her consciousness, she became the deepest resentment towards Jia Ying.

"Jia Ying, Zixiang is your cousin. Do you really want to kill him?"

Jia Ying glanced at her.

Everyone couldn't understand how the girl did it, but her movements looked so beautiful that they couldn't tell. The whip that scared everyone's scalp was numb and turned around in a circle with a spiritual sense and was taken back into Jia Ying's hand.

Lin Ziyan thought that her words had worked, so she showed off her cousin's posture, "Give me the phone back, I'll take Zixiang to the hospital. I won't bother with you today."

As for the future?

A ruthless look flashed in Lin Ziyan's eyes.

Today, after suffering such a big loss at Jia Ying for some reason, how could she swallow this?

Wait!

She will definitely get it back.

But Jia Ying was crazy and wanted to die, so it was more important to leave here first.

...

"Who did you just say he is mine?"

A question from the girl in front of me.

Her tone was gentle, her tone was clear and pleasant.

This is a voice that makes people feel more favorable when they hear it and is easily fascinated by it.

Lin Ziyan was so jealous that she scolded such a disgusting person in her heart, but she had the best of everything.

This jealousy and resentment made her expression froze, "I said Zixiang is your cousin."

The whip is like a snake.

The whip-tip snake licked Lin Ziyan's lips like a nod, leaving a bloody kiss.

The speed was so fast that my eyes couldn't see clearly, let alone avoid it.

Lin Ziyan's mouth tasted the bloody smell before she felt the severe pain.

"I have no other siblings except one older brother."

She stared at the girl who said this in disbelief. A relaxed smile could be seen on the other party's face, which highlighted the agility and beauty of delicate facial features.

This kind of beauty can already be called beauty, which makes people feel beauty. Especially the pair of light eyes as shallow as amber, clear and magnificent, and the look is shining.

"Tell me again, who is he mine?" Jia Ying asked with a smile.

Lin Ziyan opened her mouth and closed her mouth, covering her mouth, and the look of looking at Jia Ying could not hide her crazy hatred.

Another whip shadow.

In the middle, Lin Ziyan covered the back of her hand, which was covering her mouth.

The severe pain of being cut by a knife made her hands numb and she slid from her mouth.

"I'm asking you."

Lin Ziyan looked up and faced the shallow eyes that looked at her.

A sense of strangeness that made her heart scattered naturally.

Not so.

That shouldn't be the case.

These eyes cannot see the familiar crazy and irritableness. The mania is like a layer of sticky haze, and the dark yellow color of these eyes is as vulgar as a failure.

Why has it changed!

Lin Ziyan was indignant.

Until she saw the cold and sharp light that shook through her eyes.

There was a dark look in front of me.

"ah--!"

The guests in the hall were shocked, and some even retreated quickly and accidentally fell to the ground.

They looked at Lin Ziyan, who was rolling on the ground and bleeding from her eyes.

Even if you don’t have to guess with your brain, you will know that Lin Ziyan’s eye cannot be saved.

Who said that Jia Ying changed and her mental illness was cured?

This is becoming more cruel and the mental illness is more serious!

One of the Lin siblings lay on the ground without any movement. Others thought he was unconscious, but in fact, Lin Zixiang, who buried his face in his arms, looked outside through the gap. When he saw his sister's miserable condition, his body trembled and tightened even tighter.

A wailing continues to be like a devil.

...

He handed the whip in his hand to Nan Chu beside him, and the latter continued with a cautious expression.

Jia Ying walked forward.

As soon as she moved, the guests were tight.

Jia Ying seemed to have not noticed it, and walked to a single sofa without anyone, sat down, turned around and said to Li Muqing and others who came with him, "Look for a place to sit."

Without seeing what their expressions were, Jia Ying turned back to the guests in front of him and asked, "Is anyone else going to recognize their relatives?"

No one speaks.

Jia Ying smiled, "Very good, then we can now talk about the important matter of inviting you to visit this time."

The guests looked at you and looked at you, and finally focused their attention on a middle-aged man in his forties.

This person is the highest and most powerful among them.

The middle-aged man, who was given high expectations by everyone, looked calm and said, "Your hospitality is the only way I see you in my life."

Jia Ying smiled and said, "I hope so."

The middle-aged man's face became even colder.

His voice suddenly increased, "Tell me, what do you want to do!" He pointed to the Lin brothers and sisters on the ground, and his stern expressions were combined with reprimand, which easily brought great pressure to people. "Your behavior is already a crime, and even a minor must be responsible for your behavior. What if you get angry for a moment today? Can you still lock us up for the rest of your life?"

"Look at these people around you."

"They will all be implicated by your actions, and even if they do nothing, they will be regarded as your accomplices."

Every time the middle-aged man said something, he would observe the reactions of Jia Ying and others on the scene.

The expression of Jia Ying sitting in front of him is the best to observe, but the most difficult to understand. Even after looking at each other for a long time, he feels uncomfortable being seen through by the other party.

I thought I could see something I wanted on Qin He and the others, but the result was backfired again.

Qin He and the middle-aged man looked at each other, stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, suddenly raised their hands and shouted, "Boss."

Jia Ying looked at him, "Hmm?"

Qin He said: "I think he is sowing discord."
To be continued...