The smell of blood

Soon, one side of the iron cage was opened, and two people dragged the maid out!

The temperature in the basement was low, but the guards would not only let her suffer, but also prevent her from freezing to death. Moreover, she was given food every day from the leftovers of the Philipine servants in the old mansion.

Not torturing her didn't mean that she would have a good life. In short, she just needed to let young master ya remember her and torture her!

The maid was lying on the cold ground, her hair tangled up in a knot because she had not washed it for many days!

When she looked up and saw Liancheng Yazhi, her desperate eyes were suddenly filled with death. She kowtowed and begged for mercy."Young master ya, young master ya urged me to be possessed. I shouldn't have drugged you. I was wrong. Please forgive me, Yingluo!"

Liancheng Yazhi looked at him indifferently, not even giving him a look of disdain! He was looking at her as if she was a dead person.