Ji Li can't rember how many slaps he received. His brain has been reeling. What's more, the two servants standing beside him who tried to stop his self abuse several tis were slapped on the back by him.
In other people's eyes, Ji Li is crazy at all. Even though he is abusive, he doesn't let others stop him.
The two servants who were slapped by Ji Li dare not go forward any more. They can only cover their swollen face and retreat timidly to one side, but they are very sad.
The chief executive's strength is not small. He is worthy of being a physical training professional. These two slaps almost didn't knock down their teeth.
The servant was only slapped twice by Ji Li, and he was already grinning. It can be imagined that Ji Li, who had been slapped hundreds of tis by himself, wanted to die at the mont.
He deeply realized that the kind of quick by their own blood, but can not stop the pain.
Monsoon smoke talked several tis, and saw that Ji Li was still "not ready to stop", so he turned to the instructors of the martial arts arena innocently, and reluctantly spread out his hands, saying that he had tried his best.
There are several bolder ntors trying to stop Ji Li's self abuse, without exception
They were all pulled back by Ji Li.
In the end, no one dared to stop Ji Li's self abuse, only to watch Ji Li draw his blood alive!
I don't know how long it took. Ji Li couldn't resist the crazy dizziness. He fell to the ground with a thump. His sunken cheek is now swollen higher than the stead bread. His hands and palms have been torn open. He fell to the ground with uncontrollable convulsions.
"Co on! Help the housekeeper up! " The tutors on one side ca back to their senses and hurriedly raised Ji Li, who had passed out, to rest in his room.
And monsoon smoke is in chaos, removing the prison of those kneeling teenagers outside the martial arts arena. When everyone is busy checking Ji Li and those teenagers, they take Bai Ze back from the martial arts arena.
Outside the martial arts arena, fengfengyan returns to her shabby yard at a steady pace. Bai Ze follows her at her feet and lies down beside her legs in her room with fengfengyan.
Monsoon smoke, with one hand on his chin, caresses Bai Ze's fur carelessly, but the bottom of his eyes is beating, but it's a bad fire.
……
The story of Ji Li's self abuse outside the martial arts arena spread quickly at Ji's ho.
Until the next morning, the monsoon smoke just woke up from sleep, a sharp knock on the door.
The monsoon smoke answered casually. Before they got up to open the door, the people outside had already opened it.
"Miss nine, Mr. Ji asked you to go to the front hall. He has sothing to tell you."
Mr. Ji?
The monsoon smoke slightly raises eyebrows.
Master Ji of Ji family is not the eldest son of the master Ji Ru and the father of Ji mubai?
"What can I do for you, uncle?" Monsoon flue.
The man outside the door was cold and impatient. "Mr. Ji asked you to co over. Naturally, I have sothing to ask you. Please don't delay Miss nine. I'm already in the front hall. Miss nine should be ready soon. Follow your subordinates."
The corner of the monsoon cigarette holder slightly raised a smile, patted Bai Ze's small head, and said softly, "Xiao Bai, I'll take you to a good play, OK?"
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