Demon King's Repayment - chapter 263

Perhaps he still had some guilt in his heart when he first beat his wife. The wife was submissive and unable to resist, and he gradually discovered the pleasure of wanton venting. Having achieved nothing, he seemed to have recovered his confidence as a man from the raging violence.

Anyway, he didn’t need to bear any consequences to vent his emotions, and the other party couldn’t escape his palm.

“It’s really bad luck.” He said, looking at the leaky roof, “I don’t know who got this bad luck.”

He walked a few steps and saw his wife sitting calmly in front of the dressing table, dressing in the mirror.

“Stinky lady, your husband is awake. You don’t know how to serve me, and are still sitting here with a grin?” He stepped forward, raising his palm to give Lin Shi a slap.

The wrist was caught in the air.

The person who grabbed his wrist was actually his always gentle and virtuous wife.

His wife’s skin was very white, and her fingers were on his wrists, and the delicate whiteness was particularly conspicuous. But at that moment, the fingers that should have been soft were tied tightly around his wrist like iron tongs.

“What’s the matter? You… let go, let go first,” Zhang Dalang’s wrist hurt, his momentum became weak, and he shouted with a guilty conscience.

Lin Shi just held his wrist and looked at him with a smile.

His wife had always been sturdy, but far inferior to the charming little ladies in the brothel. Zhang Dalang had never seen her with such a delicate and tender look, and his heart was itchy again.

He softened his voice, “Miss, let go first, I won’t hit you. Let’s go back to bed together and do something happy.”

Lin Shi’s smile became brighter. She took Zhang Dalang’s wrist and slowly pulled him toward herself, and suddenly pressed him to the ground with her backhand.

“You won’t hit me? But I promised her to give you a meal.”

“Let it… let go first. You hurt me. Let’s go back to bed. I’ll leave it up to you how you want to adjust. Hey!”

Lin Shu reached out and picked up a wooden ruler for cutting clothes on the dressing table, and put it in his hand, “That’s what you said.”

With the strong wind, the thick ruler slammed on Zhang Dalang’s back.

Zhang Dalang made a howl like a pig.

But his wife, who was always gentle, picked up the filthy coat that had been thrown away on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth to muffle his voice.

“Don’t start yelling so quickly, husband. When you beat me usually, I never yell.”

The flexible wooden ruler, placed in this woman’s hand, turned out to be as tough as an iron bar. One after another, she hit Zhang Dalang’s back and legs fiercely, completely making the scene bloody.

Zhang Dalang was lazy all his life. He didn’t know any martial arts. He had never suffered such a grace. The pain made him cry. He wanted to resist, but the strength of the woman pressing him was so great that he had no room for struggle. He wanted to ask for mercy, but he couldn’t help but let out a sorrowful sound.

At that moment, he suddenly knew what it was like to be bullied by someone.

The woman next to him looked like an emotionless creature. With a cold face, the wooden ruler in her hand rained down. The pain caused him to die countless times, and the pain seemed to be endless.

Zhang Dalang cried and used his eyes to beg for mercy.

It wasn’t until the wooden ruler snapped into two pieces that Lin Shi stopped and stood up.

Zhang Dalang’s face was full of tears, and he looked at the woman in front of him tremblingly, begging her to extinguish her anger as soon as possible.

As long as he could pass that level, he would give up this mad woman, he thought hard in his heart.

“It’s so boring, what’s the point of such a man?”

Zhang Dalang heard a strange sound in the air, but the sound from his wife’s mouth was like another person.

The man stooped to lift him up, twisted him regardless of his request, dragged him all the way across the rubble ground and pushed him onto the bed.

“Don’t you want to do something happy with me?”

The familiar and unfamiliar face bent down to look at him, with red lips, like drinking blood,

“I will send you to paradise now, okay?” A man’s voice rang in the air.

Zhang Dalang felt a strong force pulling him forward, as if he had left his body, drifting forward in a daze, and was sucked into a dark bottomless abyss.