C22 He Was a Demon(2)

"Wuwuwu..." Lo Wenqi once again struggled with all her might, but it did not have any effect at all.

The black clothed person walked into the luxurious villa in front of her and passed through the hall before entering a guest room. He threw her onto the wide bed without any politeness and pulled down the black cloth covering her eyes with a "Hua" sound.

Lo Wenqi felt that her eyes were glaring and slightly narrowed her eyes. After she got used to it, the two black clothed people had already left the room and slammed the door shut heavily.

She raised her eyes and looked around. The decoration in the room was exquisite and beautiful. It was spacious and bright. Where was this place? She wanted to stand up, but her hands and feet were tied tightly by a hemp rope. Unable to move at all, she shouted loudly, "Is there anyone? Is there anyone?" No matter how many times she shouted, her voice was a little hoarse when it reached her throat. No one responded to her. The surroundings were silent. Moreover, the curtains in the room were all pulled up.

She felt tired and her eyelids were heavy. She lay on the bed and curled up like a kitten, sleeping.

After sleeping for an unknown period of time, she faintly heard the sound of the door opening. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked vigilantly at the person who had come. She saw a woman wearing white clothes and black pants with some spots on her face. She looked to be around 25 years old.

Lo Wenqi wanted to sit up but because her hands and feet were tied, she struggled to support her body. When the woman saw this, she quickly went forward to help her up.

"Wu Wu Wu..." She raised her eyes and looked at the woman vigilantly. There was a trace of fear and panic hidden in her eyes. For such a woman to suddenly appear, she really did not know what she would do to her.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?" When the woman gently tore open the tape that sealed her mouth, Lo Wenqi immediately asked her.

" Hello, Miss. My name is Youli. I am the servant that Master sent to take care of your future life. " Youli smiled and told Lo Wenqi her identity, removing the wariness in her heart. Then, she untied the hemp rope that was tied to her hands and feet.

Lo Wenqi held her wrist that was tied up in pain. There was a red mark of a rope on it. After loosening the rope, her first thought was to escape. She got off the bed barefooted and quickly walked out of the guest room and ran down the corridor. Behind her was Youli shouting, "Miss, where are you going?"

She found that this place was very spacious and she almost could not find the direction. In front of her was the turn of the stairs. She held the handrail of the stairs and ran downstairs step by step. She looked around and was overjoyed to see an exit that she could escape from. She ran over with the curtain covering her body in her hand.

She thought she could escape from this damn place, but she never thought that... At this moment, the door opened and a magnificent figure appeared at the door. It made her heart shiver, and she looked at him in panic. She could not help but take a step back.

"Master!" Youli chased after him and was stunned to see Huo Tianqing suddenly come back. She slightly bent her waist, lowered her head, and respectfully called out.

Huo Tianqing's pair of deep and dark eyes looked coldly at the woman in front of him. He walked in front of her and raised her beautiful chin with his slender index finger. He looked at her black and white eyes and said coldly, "You want to run? Do you think you can escape from my palm? "

It turned out that the master that Youli spoke of was him, the demon that was worse than a beast.

Lo Wenqi did not feel fear and panic because of his words. Instead, she glared at him angrily and then turned her face away. She gritted her teeth and cursed him in her heart.

Heh, interesting! Huo Tianqing saw her like this and a faint coldness appeared on the corner of his pretty lips. He put away his hand and walked in front of Youli, who had her head lowered. Back! He said to Lo Wenqi, "If you dare to run again, I will shoot her to death."

Youli suddenly knelt on the ground with a face full of fear. Tears flowed out of her eyes and she kept begging, "No, Master!"

Hearing such threatening words, Lo Wenqi suddenly turned around. Looking at Youli kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, she looked at herself with a pleading look. She was innocent. Why did he do this? Why did he use someone else's life to threaten her? She then looked at the resolute Huo Tianqing with a frown. She did not know what to say, but she hated him to the core.

"What are you kneeling for? Take the young lady to wash up and change her clothes!" Huo Tianqing felt irritated when he heard the maid crying. He frowned slightly and ordered coldly.

She had not bathed for many days. Her hair was messy like a bunch of dry grass, and her body was surrounded by tattered curtains. She gave off an unpleasant smell.

"Yes..." Youli quickly wiped away the tears on her face and stood up. She walked in front of Lo Wenqi and carefully helped her up to the second floor.

When she passed by Huo Tianqing, Lo Wenqi subconsciously clenched her fists. She swore that she would one day escape from this terrible place.

After returning to the room, Lo Wenqi sat quietly on the bed. At this time, her mind was in chaos. What kind of place is this? Why did he bring her here? What's his name? Who was he? Why did Youli call him master? These questions kept spinning above her head like a whirlpool.

"Miss, the water is ready. You can go in and take a bath." Youli walked out of the bathroom and put her hands in front of her. She walked in front of her and said with her head slightly lowered.

Lo Wenqi gently moved her eyes and looked at Youli. If she insisted on running just now, she was afraid that she would die under her master's gun. She died and blood flowed like a river as she laid on the ground. She knew that a cold, ruthless, and terrifying person like him... He would do it as soon as he said it. To him, her life was lowly and lowly. Death was not to be regretted.