"Continue." Lingli whispered.

The blade swung down and a bloodstained, dyeing the floor red, and seeping into the ground through the wood.

Ling Xi suddenly felt breathless and turned his head away and stopped looking.

Hongjing landed on the ground not far away, letting the two of them get down. He Ciyan was also trembling with anger, pointing at Ling Li and said, "Catch Ling Li! Take him down and execute him!"

He was speechless and did not justify himself, and allowed the soldiers around him to arrest him.

Ling Xi lowered his head and did not look at the scene. He spoke to He without any help: "Enough, enough people have been killed, so stop looking for scapegoats."

"Okay, then listen to Ling Xi! Death crime can be avoided, but the crime of living cannot be escaped. If you drag it down, you will suck two thousand whips!" He Ci agreed without hesitation.

"yes!"

In the calm Ling Mansion, several servants rushed in with bloody and bloody sharp eyes: "No! The eldest young master is almost dying!"

Ling Yucheng walked into the room with Ling Yuhong on a crutch to see Ling Li. Ling Li was covered in blood, and there was no good meat on her body. In some places, bones were visible, and dozens of towels were dyed red to wipe her body.

Several relatives were crying on the side. When they saw Ling Yucheng coming, they quickly stopped crying.

Ling Yucheng felt uncomfortable. Ling Yuhong couldn't speak even more. His own son was beaten like this, and no father would be able to have a good time.

"You've suffered, Ling Li." Ling Yucheng limped to Ling Li and held his hand. Now the Ling Mansion is supported by Ling Li alone to maintain the status quo. How miserable it is.
Chapter completed!