Chapter 1171

The man shouted, shouting and kicking: "let go, dead boy! Let go! "

Several other men kicked and beat Mu Yichen and reached for his hair.

Muyichen never let go of his mouth. He bit his hand to death. He tried so hard to break his bones.

The man was so hurt that he was electrocuted and his limbs were shaking.

In the warehouse, the howls of killing pigs are endless.

On one side, other men were in a hurry. They picked up the whip and beat it on his back.

"Pa Pa Pa --"

"let go! Mom! I told you to let go, but not yet! "

Mu Yichen snorts, and the cold sweat oozes from his forehead. However, he is hard. Even though he is stiff with pain, he is still hard on his scalp.

A pair of eyes, like bloodstained and full of red, stare at the men in front of them, eyes like sharp swords, fierce and cold!

Gurgling blood was pouring out of the corner of his lips.

It was obvious that he had bitten his hand.

Whips, and men roar, pain mixed with the voice, the scene of chaos.

In the iron prison, the cloud poetry is awakened by the sound.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and followed the prestige. In the dim vision, what she saw was a blur.

She bit the root of her teeth, shook her head, and forced herself to be more conscious. Until the picture gradually overlapped clearly, she suddenly saw that a child was suspended in the middle of the air, and several men were beating and kicking around him, lashing with whips!

Yunshishi twisted her eyebrows until she could see the beautiful features stained with the blood of the child. She rose up nervously and rushed forward.

There was a sharp pain in her wrist, and she realized that she was still trapped in the iron prison. Her hands were chained and unable to move.

"Little Yi Chen?!"

Cloud poetry recognized at once. Seeing this scene, his eyes were red and he wanted to split. He shouted with fear: "Yi Chen! Yi Chen! "

How could he be here?!

Little Yi Chen, how can he be here?

Yunshishi's eyes are red with anxiety, struggling violently, and shouting madly: "stop fighting! Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Stop - "

Mu Yichen hears the sound and suddenly looses his mouth and turns his head. However, he sees that Yun Shishi is awake in the iron prison, his hands are struggling and his face is worried and scared.

"Mommy --"

he cried, but his voice didn't fall. He whipped it up and pulled it on his shoulder. With the sharp pain of skin and flesh tearing, he snorted again. The cold sweat of pea slipped into the corner of his eyes, which was astringent and itchy.

The man who had been bitten to death before was finally relieved. The whole man fell on the ground, holding the blood gurgling hand, but saw that the original intact hand had been bitten to blood and flesh blur, the flesh and skin turned over, eyes were angry and glared, angry curse, stood up, grabbed the whip in the hand of one of the others, and severely whipped at him!

Moyichen hums a muffled voice, holding back, his face is tense.

Cloud poetry looked at this scene, but the heart seemed to be torn into pieces, blood dripping.

That whip, though not whipped on her, was more painful than falling on her!

"Stop fighting, stop fighting! You hit me, don't hit him! Stop! "

"Oh, what a mother and son!"

The man chuckled low, and his eyes fell on the cloud poem, which seemed to have some bad intentions.

He lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and flung the whip to the ground.

"Pa --" one.

All over the warehouse.

The loud voice is creepy.