Strongest Guard

Before machine assembly line was popularized, any handicrafts were the existence of rotten streets.    

    

However, when the assembly line was able to mass-produce the items that were once pursued by others, the value of the artifacts that were almost eliminated increased exponentially.    

    

The most expensive watches, the most expensive bags, the most expensive clothes, even the most expensive cars, are all handmade.    

    

So were the shackles.    

    

This chain was made of mahogany and was handmade. There was a varnish on the surface and the water was smooth and oily. It was obvious that it was of great value.    

    

It was very heavy, more than ten kilograms in weight. Not long after it had been placed on a person's neck, it would become unbearable.    

    

Who knows, those masters who spent their entire life researching and developing their boudoir items, how they managed to choose this item.    

    

Lee Nanfang was very satisfied with the weight in his hands.    

    

If he twisted the upper switch, he would be able to split the shackle in half.    

    

In the middle of the shackles was a bowl-sized hole, and in front of it were two teacup shaped holes, which were used to lock hands.    

    

There was also a thin stainless steel chain on top of it. With just a slight shake, it would make a "hualala" sound.    

    

Lee Nanfang nodded and asked Helan Xiaoxin, "Yue Zitong, have you worn this before?"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin shook her head, but then nodded.    

    

"Oh, yes. "I knew it, if I were you, I would have impatiently put it on for her right after I got the goods."    

    

Lee Nanfang asked again, "What about you, have you ever worn it?"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin nodded, then shook her head.    

    

Twice in a row, she tried to lie.    

    

But he didn't dare to.    

    

"Surely you won't wear it. Because you're the male lead. "    

    

Lee Nanfang smiled and continued to ask, "Do you want to wear it? Let's have a real feeling."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin shook her head instinctively.    

    

She was not 'courteous', but she truly did not want to wear it.    

    

She hadn't forgotten how uncomfortable it was for the naked Yue Zitong to wear it.    

    

The smile on Lee Nanfang's face stiffened: "Really?"    

    

"Dai, Dai! I, I'll wear it! "    

    

When Helan Xiaoxin said the last word, she could no longer control the fear in her heart and burst into tears.    

    

Amidst her sorrowful wails, she thought of an allusion, inviting her to enter the grave.    

    

During Wu Zetian's reign, he had two cruel officials under him, one was Zhou Xing, and the other was a handsome official.    

    

These were two dogs owned by the Heavenly Queen, and they had killed a lot of people.    

    

Wu Zetian decided to kill one of them when they had done all the wrong things and would cause the world to be unhappy.    

    

He wanted the Junchen to get rid of Zhou Xing.    

    

Coincidentally, the secret edict had been delivered to Junchen's house. He was with Zhou Xing, drinking wine and discussing the case.    

    

After reading Wu Zetian's secret decree, the handsome official remained calm and collected as he placed the decree in his sleeve. He then turned around to talk to Zhou Xing, saying that he had recently captured a group of criminals and that most of them were unwilling to confess.    

    

Zhou Xing twirled his beard, smiling as he said, "Isn't this easy? We have recently come up with a new method to place a large urn over the fire." Anyone who refused to confess would be roasted in a large jar. Are you afraid that he won't confess?    

    

Upon hearing this, the Junchen immediately ordered a large urn and a brazier of charcoal to be brought into the hall and placed on top of the brazier. The fire in the brazier was so strong that the entire hall could not help but sweat.    

    

As Zhou Xing was puzzled, the handsome official stood up and said with a long face, My brother has just received Her Majesty's secret decree that you are being accused of conspiring against us. If you don't confess, you'll have to enter this urn.    

    

Zhou Xing was scared out of his wits when he heard this. He begged for mercy in all sorts of ways, but it was all rejected.    

    

According to wild records, when Zhou Xing was being barbequed in a large jar, he had even dictated his personal feelings to the Junchen, making it convenient for future generations to study them.    

    

Helan Xiaoxin bought the shackles that tortured Yue Zitong, but in the end, they were given to her by Lee Nanfang.    

    

But who could they blame?    

    

When Lee Nanfang followed the instructions printed on the chain and used the entire set of tools on her, Helan Xiaoxin's crying sound became even louder.    

    

Lee Nanfang was unmoved. He asked slowly, "When you were putting this on her, did she cry?"    

    

At that time, did Yue Zitong cry?    

    

Helan Xiaoxin said she had forgotten.    

    

Even if Yue Zitong cried, so what?    

    

Only when someone cried would someone laugh.    

    

Just like now, while Helan Xiaoxin's tears flowed profusely, Lee Nanfang was smiling.    

    

Lee Nanfang asked her to sit down after he let her walk in a circle with a hunched back and heavy shackles on her body.    

    

He didn't know how to punish Helan Xiaoxin.    

    

However, Helan Xiaoxin seemed to have already counted this day, which was why she had placed so many props in the room in advance.    

    

The whips, the candles, even the tiger stool, they were all nothing new and troublesome to play with.    

    

As the woman sobbed softly, Lee Nanfang wandered around the room looking for something new.    

    

A hard worker pays a heavy price.    

    

He did find it. It was in the small drawer of the dressing table.    

    

It was a piece of Xuan paper.    

    

On the paper, there were a few lines of calligraphy that were exquisite enough to go to the Consul's calligraphy competition. They summarized Helan Xiaoxin's experience these days, which was how to play with her in order to gain a greater sense of accomplishment.    

    

Chains, of course, had to be on the leaderboard.    

    

In addition, there are whips, brushes, and -- the electric tattoo machine used for tattooing.    

    

There were still a lot of paintings in the small drawer.    

    

On one of the tattooed papers, there was a black cobra. It coiled its body, raised its flat head, widened its blood-red eyes, and stretched out its long, scarlet tongue.    

    

Helan Xiaoxin wrote in her heart that if she stabbed Tongtong with this cobra, it would definitely make her more attractive.    

    

"Did you write this?"    

    

Lee Nanfang asked Helan Xiaoxin as he shook his head.    

    

Helan Xiaoxin nodded and replied while crying, "I deserve to die. Lee Nanfang, I just think this way and haven't done it yet -- this, this is just my wish. Please let me go. I swear, I will never betray you again. "    

    

Lee Nanfang ignored her pleas and asked: "Then do you want to fulfill your wish?"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin's wailing stopped.    

    

She didn't know why Lee Nanfang asked.    

    

His mind raced.    

    

Could it be that he wants to join hands with me to torture Tongtong?    

    

Actually, he also liked to mess with such a snake on Tongtong's butt?    

    

Ha, the idea of a stinking man is perverted!    

    

But I like it.    

    

Thinking about it, Lee Nanfang became excited, there was a cobra wrapped around her delicate body, while I — Helan Xiaoxin thought about this, Lee Nanfang found a razor from the props.    

    

The razor is very sharp, and can cut the skin by mistake.    

    

"What, what are you going to do with the knife?"    

    

Seeing Lee Nanfang walk over after gesturing with the knife in his hand, Helan Xiaoxin finally realized that something was wrong.    

    

If she was calm, Sister Xin would never have had the ridiculous thought that he was going to fulfill her wish, which she hadn't had the time to do, and stab Yue Zitong's butt with a cobra.    

    

She was truly frightened by Lee Nanfang's "considerate" words, even her mind was not normal.    

    

The most terrifying thing was not the storm, but the eve of the storm.    

    

It was finally raining down from Helan Xiaoxin's storm.    

    

Lee Nanfang made her realize how ridiculous her thoughts were. He asked her if she wanted to fulfill her wish, but the truth was, she wanted to fulfill his wish on her body!    

    

"Don't come over! "Bastard, don't come over."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin, frightened, jumped up from the bed and ran to the door.    

    

However, she had heavy shackles around her neck and her feet were tied with a thin stainless steel chain. She could only move a few centimeters at most.    

    

She wasn't a bird, so how could she run fast if she couldn't fly?    

    

The only thing that could be heard was a terrified thud as he fell to the ground.    

    

Lee Nanfang finally stopped laughing.    

    

When he saw himself smiling like a gentleman in the mirror on the dressing table, he also felt extremely disgusted.    

    

Was it necessary to be a gentleman?    

    

He grabbed the shackles and lifted Helan Xiaoxin up with a little force. He did not care that she was choked by the shackles and could not breathe. A cold light flashed across his right hand one after another.    

    

Ultraman's shiny leather was not much tougher than tofu under the razor. Very quickly, it was cut open, revealing Helan Xiaoxin's back, which was even smoother than leather.    

    

Such a fast knife, such a crude action, Lee Nanfang actually couldn't even injure a single hair on her back when he cut her back.    

    

Although he really wanted to cut the big artery in the woman's neck with a knife.    

    

Jinghong Ming's words rang in his ears. Don't hurt Helan Xiaoxin.    

    

Only then did Lee Nanfang understand why Jinghong Ming asked him to do this.    

    

It seemed that he already knew how Helan Xiaoxin had tortured Yue Zitong, but he didn't interfere.    

    

Jinghong Ming couldn't care less.    

    

He was an elder, and in a practical sense Yue Zitong and Helan Xiaoxin were Jack's women.    

    

When two of his nieces were playing a game, Jinghong Ming, who was an elder, would act like a dog holding a mouse, wouldn't he?    

    

This sort of thing was a household matter, Lee Nanfang had to deal with it personally.    

    

At most, Jinghong Ming solemnly instructed Lee Nanfang not to hurt Helan Xiaoxin.    

    

As for why he couldn't kill Helan Xiaoxin, it should have something to do with her being Heran's daughter, right?    

    

Besides, Helan Xiaoxin had committed so many heinous crimes and Jinghong Ming hadn't even touched her. Playing with Aunt Yue was nothing …    

    

It was all thanks to his instructions that Lee Nanfang was able to suppress his anger and not kill him.    

    

"Don't you like to play? "Then I'll play with you and help you realize your dreams."    

    

Lee Nanfang sneered. He raised his right foot and kicked Helan Xiaoxin's stomach heavily.    

    

This woman's shrill cries were simply too ear-piercing.    

    

After kicking her, she became much more obedient. She hugged her stomach and bent into a big shrimp shape, making it very convenient for Lee Nanfang to tattoo on her.    

    

The plastic sheet with the cobra painted on it was special. It could be stuck onto a person's body and was transparent.    

    

This way, the tattoo artist would be able to minimize mistakes that shouldn't be made in his work.    

    

Weng! *    

    

After pressing the switch on the tattoo machine, the sharp needle immediately began to shine with a cold light.    

    

The long needle on the tattoo machine was hollow, and could contain the pigment used for tattoos.    

    

Lee Nanfang chose pure black without thinking.    

    

The cobra that Helan Xiaoxin prepared for Yue Zitong was dark green, okay?    

    

Lee Nanfang, on the other hand, only used black -- he felt that this color was most suitable for Helan Xiaoxin.    

    

"Ah!    

    

When the sharp needle pierced into Helan Xiaoxin's skin, she let out a blood-curdling scream.    

    

Actually, the tattoo didn't hurt too much.    

    

Helan Xiaoxin, who had always been proud of her tender skin, hoped that Lee Nanfang would break her legs and not "sully" her skin.    

    

Why would Lee Nanfang care about that?    

    

She was forced to kneel on the bed, her right foot on her feet, her left hand on her hair, pressing her head against the bed, the tattoo machine in her right hand following the line of the sticker.    

    

Helan Xiaoxin's blood-curdling screeches followed the half-closed door out, wandering in the hall outside.    

    

It was like ghosts crying.