C932 How Can I Punish You
C932 How Can I Punish You
Avril's heart broke when she saw Lee Nanfang being kicked out of the room by Yang Xiao as if he had gone mad.
She wanted to scream, "Stop, please stop hitting him!"
He didn't shout.
First of all, it was useless to shout, Yang Xiao would definitely not listen to her.
Secondly, she was afraid that her shouts would distract Lee Nanfang and make the already terrible situation worse.
The only thing she could do was to stretch out her right hand towards that direction as much as possible and let her tears flow. When her heart ached so much that it was hard to breathe, she didn't delay her prayers with God, asking him to show his presence and come to take Yang Xiao away.
Seeing her naked butt being hung upside down from a coconut tree like a sausage was very moving, God had reluctantly agreed to stop Yang Xiao from continuing his tyrannical abuse of Lee Nanfang.
However, God did not take Yang Xiao away — alas, the monster was not a Westerner, he did not listen to God's orders at all.
If Ye Zichen wanted to take him away, he would have to go to the Hua Xia Divine State in the east and ask Old Lord Taishang to do it himself.
Fortunately, Yang Xiao's humanity flashed again. When Hamm and his son were about to enjoy their happiness, he suddenly made a move and transformed into a super midwife. Avril had never seen this before, no, it was an unheard-of way of delivering a baby.
The process was simply too exciting.
Avril had already forgotten that she was suffering from severe pain from having her arm broken.
Especially when the child wailed loudly, Avril almost clapped her hands to cheer him on.
It was only when Hamm walked slowly with his arms behind his back, hugging his child happily in Lee Nanfang's arms, with a faint smile on his face, that Avril suddenly came to her senses. She realized that her crisis had yet to be resolved.
The indescribable fear towards Yang Xiao immediately surrounded her, causing the pain in her arm to become many times more intense. It was so painful that Avril could no longer bear it and could only moan.
"Does it hurt?"
Yang Xiao walked over, bent down to pick up the grass whip on the ground, and used the tip of the whip to lightly sweep over her body.
Avril didn't utter a word. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.
She accepted it.
No matter how Yang Xiao tortured her.
She did not feel that Yang Xiao could circumvent her crime of 'betrayal' after saving the mother and son from Hamm with great kindness.
"Open your eyes."
Yang Xiao said indifferently and sat cross-legged in front of her.
Avril didn't want to listen to him.
No.
Yang Xiao's voice seemed to have some kind of irresistible magic, which made her slowly open her eyes.
Yang Xiao raised his hand and pushed away her hair, revealing a pale and charming face. He gently caressed her smooth and tender face as if he enjoyed it a lot.
Logically speaking, Avril should be disgusted by Yang Xiao touching her like that.
Because it was frivolous.
She was a proud woman again.
But the truth was, Avril didn't feel frivolous at all.
Just like when Yang Xiao caressed her smooth and tender face, he didn't have any impure thoughts. He just simply felt that her skin was good, just like how girls that see flowers would pull it over to sniff it.
"Let me ask you a question."
Yang Xiao's left shoulder sunk. When he shook his body, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.
As he sat down, he touched the wound on his buttocks.
He did not unbutton his pants to look — he did not need to look to know that there was a circle on his buttocks, a bloody bite mark that was oozing blood.
When Lee Nanfang had bitten his butt like a mad dog, he had used all his strength. King Xuanyuan had already protected him from tearing off a piece of meat on the spot.
Alas, what would he think when he became the incomparably beautiful Yang Guanguan, bathing by himself in the bathroom and seeing the scar on her buttocks?
White jade has a flaw.
Sighing in embarrassment, Yang Xiao suddenly thought of a way to make up for it.
If it was tattooed on the butt and the wound was tattooed into a bright peony flower or something, it should be able to cover the blemish.
"In the future, what will that bastard think when he sees that flower? Why should I let him see it? "
Yang Xiao thought of Lee Nanfang's disgusted look when he stared at his butt for some reason. His heart skipped a beat and then he woke up.
His face felt hot.
Her face was extremely red.
Fortunately, they were in the coconut grove. The light was dim and Avril's arm was in pain, so she shouldn't be able to see them.
"If she sees it, then kill her."
While Yang Xiao was thinking darkly, Avril said in a trembling voice, "You, you speak."
"How do you think I should punish you?"
As Yang Xiao said that, he used his right hand to caress Avril's face.
His five fingers were slender and white. Such a pair of hands should have been able to play a moving song on the piano and use a paintbrush to create a wonderful scenery. However, it was the hand of a devil.
Now, Avril already knew that before Yang Xiao sneaked onto Lord Fei's cruise, he had killed 47 elite members of the London Black Dragon Group in one go.
Most of them had their throats crushed by this artistic pair of hands.
Therefore, Avril's view of Yang Xiao's hand as the hand of evil was very reasonable.
The feeling of a demonic hand crushing the throat of an unknown number of people, gently stroking his face, was simply terrible.
Even the pain of losing her arm was unable to suppress Avril's nausea.
However, before she could even open her mouth and spit it out, Yang Xiao quickly pointed at her back.
After that, Avril's desire to vomit completely disappeared.
Yang Xiao retracted his hand, frowned and said, "I don't like to be spat all over when talking to people."
After a pause, he added, "If you have to vomit, that's fine too. "But, I will make you eat back what you spit out."
"I, I don't know how you will punish me."
Avril was disgusted once again, but she didn't dare to show it, so she quickly changed the topic.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to guess."
Yang Xiao smiled proudly. He lowered his head and picked up a shell. He started to draw on the ground that was illuminated by the moonlight.
Avril, who was looking down at him from above, was curious as to what he was going to draw, and her eyes were wide open as she stared at him.
Yang Xiao was drawing a person.
Women.
His drawing speed was extremely fast and was done in one go. Without the slightest pause, a person quickly appeared in Avril's line of sight.
Avril stared blankly at the painting for a long time before praising it from the bottom of her heart, "Sigh, if you were to paint, you would be the most outstanding painter in the world."
The woman that Yang Xiao had painted was Avril.
The idiom of being vivid was no longer enough to describe how much Yang Xiao had painted her.
Especially those eyes, as if they were alive.
Don't forget, this is the desert.
If it was on the drawing board, she would probably directly walk down from the drawing board after he gave Avril's portrait a final look.
It was secondary to the fact that he had made a perfect picture of her.
The key is that when Yang Xiao was painting, he used quite a clever stereoscopic technique -- the Avril in the painting, is also hanging upside down on the tree.
The tip of Avril's hair, which had been scattered all over the place, was now connected to the end of her hair.
It was as if the sand was not sand, but water.
The painting on the sand was her own reflection.
"Is that so? "Hur hur, I think so too."
To Yang Xiao, being praised from the bottom of his heart was the greatest enjoyment. With a chuckle, the Evil Qi on his body decreased by a lot.
Avril, who had great observation skills, immediately caught on. "Last fall, I attended the World Painting Fair in London. At the exhibition, the top artists from thirty-seven countries were gathered. One of the portraits was awarded the special prize for the exhibition. It was the work of a painter from France, and we were all struck by his work and felt that the person in the picture was a living person. It's just that the sorcerer cast a spell on it and stuck it to the canvas. "
Yang Xiao did not interrupt and only frowned slightly.
When Avril saw this, she was even more certain that she was not mistaken and immediately began praising the French painter again.
Under her description, the French painter was absolutely the number one person in the world. No one else in the world could match him.
Avril said as she secretly observed the change in Yang Xiao's expression.
Even though the light in the coconut grove was poor, she could still see the look in his eyes, and she became more and more benevolent.
Especially the Evil Qi s, they were obvious.
His right hand unknowingly picked up the grass whip.
When the veins on the back of Yang Xiao's right hand were bulging, Avril changed the subject. "But after I finished looking at your painting, I found out that the work of that French painter was pure trash."
She wanted to say, It's just a child's graffiti.
However, when the words were just spoken, they were immediately replaced with trash.
First, he praised the French painter and used him to complement Yang Xiao's painting skills. This was a fairly advanced comparison.
It was also a high level of flattery.
Sure enough, after Avril finished speaking, the Evil Qi that caused her to tremble in fear disappeared.
The grass whip also casually landed on the ground.
"So it turns out that I have the talent to flatter others."
The woman despised herself for a moment and then felt relieved.
If flattering Yang Xiao could save her from the cruel punishment, then Avril would rather become a shameless person.
Yang Xiao laughed, "Hur hur, aren't you trying to make me happy? "I feel that as long as you make me happy, I won't punish you anymore."
That's what it means.
Avril silently said in her heart, but in her mouth she said, "I am not as naive as you say. What kind of person are you? I heard from Lee Nanfang that in a few minutes, you sent all forty-seven evil Black Dragon Group members to hell. A great hero like you, why would you care about the flattery of a little girl like me? "
"Mm, you're right."
Yang Xiao obviously seemed to have drifted away as he impatiently asked: "Then tell me, how did you see through my painting skills? What kind of national painter was more superb than the one you guys praised?"
"France."
Avril gave a hint first, then she said sincerely, "It took us a long time and a lot of effort to show every single one of them to us. Unlike you, who seemed to be able to revive me with a few casual strokes on the ground. If you had a month or even longer to draw me — Gee, I'd be scared. "I'm afraid that from now on, there will be another Avril in the world."
"It's not as exaggerated as you say. No matter how lifelike a painting is, it is still just a painting."
Yang Xiao wanted to keep his face straight, so he pretended to be indifferent.
However, after hearing the praises from others that were shameless, he could not help but laugh heartily.