Chapter 205 Red Rose

Speaking of this, Li Lei paused for a long time.

Unspeakable fear arose deep in Xia Ling's heart.

Li Lei took a deep breath and finally continued: "They told me that he took Su Xue back and announced that he would punish the woman who escaped and betrayed him. He summoned many of his men and said that they would be in his most luxurious banquet hall. A feast was held. However, when those people arrived, they found that there was nothing but wine and empty dishes.

“Then Su Xue was pushed up.

"She was tied up with five flowers and chained to the column in the center of the banquet hall. He ordered his men to strip her. She stripped off all her clothes and presented her naked in front of everyone.

"At that time, Su Xue was already unconscious. She just looked at him and smiled innocently. She said, Brother Feng, you are here to marry me, right? You called so many people to witness our wedding, Xue My son is very happy...

"The whole place was silent, and several teams of strong men came up carrying barbecue grills and iron pots, as well as a full set of kitchen utensils.

"He gave the order, and two executioners held red-hot iron brushes and brushed the flesh off her body one by one. Su Xue was frightened and couldn't stop screaming and struggling, crying and begging her brother Feng. Save her.

"But he just watched with enjoyment, while drinking, directing the executioners and chefs to process the meat, cutting the meat on the arms into dices, and thinning the meat on the thighs... Several chefs couldn't help but vomited. He was timid and collapsed on the ground crying begging him to let him go, but he tied up the disobedient chef, locked him on a pillar, and brushed the meat piece by piece, and replaced him with a new chef.

"The new chef also collapsed, crying and peeing his pants while cooking human flesh, mixed with the miserable screams of Su Xue and the executed chefs, and the uncontrollable vomiting sounds of the guests.

"My brother... no, that devil, he kept laughing, and kept instructing the executioners on how to carve out the meat, and on the chefs on how to fry, boil, fry, and bake. More than a dozen beauties were trembling while cooking the meat. The good human meat was distributed to the plates of the guests, and some of them fainted, and as usual, he ordered them to be tied to the execution pole...

"It was purgatory on earth, all night long, all night long. Su Xue was the last one to die. Her body was covered in blood, and her bones were exposed. Even her beating heart and lungs were clearly visible. The devil cut open her skull with his own hands, and she was alive. The ground dug out her brain, brought blood and heat, and put it into his mouth.

"At that time, Su Xue was still conscious and her eyes could move slightly. He took a mouthful of brains, kissed her with a smile, fed it into her mouth, and spoke to her gently - Su Xue, my little girl, do you like it? ?

“It was dawn and the banquet hall was in a mess.

"He dug out her heart with his fingers, including the blood and flesh, and ate it in one bite.

"Then, standing up and smiling at her remains, he said, 'Goodbye, my little girl,' he said, wiped his hands with a white silk handkerchief, and went out."

Xia Ling didn't know how she finished listening to this story. It was so bloody that her face turned pale. She shrank in Li Lei's arms for a long time, and then she said softly: "Is this...really?" It sounded like something that happened in a movie. She couldn't imagine that there were such ferocious beasts in real life.

She once called Pei Ziheng a beast, but compared to Li Feng, Pei Ziheng was simply a good person.

Li Lei hugged her and supported her body with his strong arms: "I won't let him hurt you. But, Xiao Ling, you must be careful, Li Feng can do anything, no matter what he says or does. Don’t believe anything.”

Xia Ling nodded vigorously.

Li Lei sent her back to the apartment and closed the door for her.

In the bedroom, Xia Ling tossed and turned. She had many nightmares that night, dreaming about the past when she was imprisoned, and dreaming that she was tied up in the banquet hall and had her body cut off piece by piece.

When she woke up, her face was filled with tears.

During the next Xingyun Song Recital, she was in a daze and made several mistakes in a row. She was almost tied with Xia Yu in points.

At the end, backstage, Weiwei came to her with a large bouquet of red roses: "Sister Xiaoling, your flowers."

Xia Ling took it. The bouquet was tied very elegantly. There were eight red roses in bud. The delicate petals were stained with crystal dew. They were layered with richness and had a refreshing fragrance. A strange feeling passed through my heart, and I pulled out the small card hidden among the flower branches. Sure enough, it was a dark pattern on a black background as deep as night, with a butterfly spreading its wings and about to fly outlined in gold powder, with familiar handwriting.

"What a special card." Weiwei saw it from the side and said enviously, "I don't know which fan sent it. It must have taken a lot of thought." During the concert, as long as the slightly popular singers will receive it from fans, Xia Ling also received a lot of the bouquets they sent, so Weiwei didn't take it to heart or had any other thoughts.

However, Xia Ling's heart trembled, fearing that someone would find out the clues, so she quickly put the card into her palm.

"What kind of card?" Xie Linlang passed by and poked her head curiously, "Xiao Ling is pretty good. I received such beautiful flowers. Is the card also beautiful? Bring it to my sister for appreciation."

Xia Ling forced a smile and said, "It's nothing. The air in here is a bit stuffy. I'll go out and get some fresh air first." After saying that, she quickly ran out with the card without waiting for Xie Linlang's reaction.

Faintly, I heard her regretful voice coming from behind: "Tsk, stingy..."

Deep in the corridor, there is silence.

Xia Ling stood alone in front of the glass window, lowered her head, and looked at the card in the dim light. Her fingertips unconsciously moved along the lines of the butterfly, tentacles, wings, tail... She remembered how a man taught her how to draw this butterfly many, many years ago. At that time, Pei Ziheng said, Xiao Ling, this butterfly is you, so beautiful and so fascinating.

What did she say at that time?

She asked him, what about you, Zi Heng, what are you?

His body was close to hers, his lips were close to my ear, his voice was low, I am your world.

Ha, world.

Why was she so stupid at that time that she didn't realize that it was just a huge cage?

The corners of her eyes were a little moist, so Xia Ling raised her fingers and wiped them quickly. She accidentally looked out the window, and there were scattered snowflakes under the hazy European street lights. There was a black extended version of Rolls-Royce parked on the roadside, not far from the corridor where she was standing, so that she saw it so clearly, that familiar feeling. It looked exactly like Pei Ziheng's car in his memory.

Is he coming tonight?

What to do?

As my mind wandered, I saw a thin figure walking towards the car along the gravel path. She was wrapped in a long soft pink coat, with soft and fine hair. Under the scarf, half of her delicate face was exposed. It was Xia Yu.

Xia Yu stopped in front of the car. The driver got out and opened the back seat door. She quickly got in.

It turned out that Pei Ziheng was here to pick up Xia Yu.

Xia Ling's mood was complicated. Once upon a time, he would often come to pick her up in this car. On rainy and snowy nights, under the dim and dreamy street lights, how many times did he open the back seat door for her and hold her gently in his arms? He walked into his arms and said, "Xiao Ling, are you tired? Lie on my shoulder and sleep for a while. You'll be home soon."

Now, there is someone else in his arms.

She lowered her head and looked at the small card with a gold-pink butterfly painted on it in her palm, smiled to herself, and threw it into the trash can.