Chapter 487: Beating people is a wonderful thing

Yan Qingsi made a wink at the cotton season, she nodded, and held Yue Pengcheng and Ding Fu alone, nailing them firmly to the ground.
Yan Qingsi walked in front of Mrs. Yue and whispered, "Auntie, go, now is the time for you to hit the dog. With the stick in your hand, hit it. Don't be polite, don't be afraid, you should hit you decades ago That share is down. "
Mrs. Yue: "I ... afraid ..."
"What are you afraid of? Something terrible, that's not human, that's a pair of dogs and men, what are you polite to two beasts?"
"Don't you hate them and don't hate them?"
Mrs. Yue nodded: "Disgusting, hate!"
The has disgusted her for 30 years, and when she thinks about it, she feels like a pile of is on the dining table, and she always vomits.
Yan Qingsi whispered: "Hit then, don't hold your strength."
Mrs. Yue went to Yue Pingcheng Dingfu, raised her stick, and dared not fall.
Yan Qingsi saw anxious, grabbed Mrs. Yue's hand, and took her down, hitting him with a stick and hitting him firmly.
Yue Pengcheng screamed, and Yan Qingsi held Madam Yue's hand and hit dozens of sticks in a row.
Feeling fun while hitting Mrs. Yue, I just felt that the backlog of hatred and the backlog of grievance and anger that had been in my heart for so many years were leaked out, especially when I heard Yue Pengcheng's scream.
For the first time, Mrs. Yue felt that the beating could still be used—wonderful, to describe it.
Yes, it's wonderful, it's wonderful, the more you hit, the more vigorous you feel, as if you were beaten with chicken blood, your hands are not sour, your back hurts, and your body is full of energy.
Yan Qingsi let go of Mrs. Yue's hand and watched her get better and smoother, catching the corners of her lips.
That's right, beating people is also addictive, especially when people who listen to you hate scream at your feet, when you cry, that sour.
Yan Qingsi felt almost, and then she was afraid of killing her.
She took Mrs. Yue's hand and said in her ear: "It was just a warm-up, it was a contact. Now you take this fake and talk to her ..."
After some exercise, Mrs. Yue's cheeks glowed with healthy redness, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her eyes lighted, and her sleeves were folded.
Yan Qingsi saw that Mrs. Yue had realized the sourness of beating people, and took a step back, "Auntie, don't be polite, dry
her!"
Mrs. Yue nodded, her sleeves slumped, she lifted the stick, and hit it against Ding Fu's chest first.
Yan Qingsi raised her eyebrows, yes, I know where it hurts! This hand is quite black!
For many years, Ding Fu lived like a lady. She lived in a mansion abroad. Someone waited for it. Jinyiyushi. It was not the same year that the poor girl who came to work as a helper at Yue's house came down. She hurt her body Sweating cold.
Mrs. Yue crackled, hitting a few sticks in a row, avoiding Ding Fu's head, and beating like a punching bag. Ding Fu got up and curled up into a ball, crying and screaming.
Ding Fu can't keep it anymore. He is usually elegant and calm, and does not eat like fireworks on earth.
She shouted, "Peng Cheng, help me, please ... help me ... I hurt, it hurts ..."
Yue Pengcheng was already in pain and couldn't move. Even if Ji Mianmian no longer suppressed him, he couldn't move.
He heard Ding Fu's scream and said angrily: "Little Fu ... Little Fu ... you beasts, let go ..."
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