Chapter 639: Flame's Death Trap: Death Is Not Scary
Looking at Li Qian approaching me step by step, I could only stiffen my body and push back as much as possible. But with my hands cuffed to the iron pole, I could only circle in one step at most.
"Shout! The Yan Ye who called you will come to save you, bitch." Li Qian put the cold blade against my cheek.
My burning cheeks seemed to be frozen by the coldness. I held my breath and did not dare to move. I was afraid that my skin would break if I moved it.
At that time, Li Qian felt the same way. In fact, underneath her unafraid appearance, her heart almost ached due to the intense frequency.
I was really scared of how painful it would be if I cut it with a knife. Looking at Li Qian’s sarcastic face and her terrible scar, my heart suddenly calmed down.
"Since it's me who has caused so much trouble, then just give it all back to me no matter how much it hurts you."
My heart is cold, there is no way to avoid disaster. Instead of being frightened, you might as well give me a quick blow. After all, I am the one who disturbed their world.
"Hurry up and don't torture my mind with hesitation."
"I know I'm not a good person either. You do it for love, and so do I." I looked at Li Qian in a daze, and I touched her without any hurry and started to move.
Death is not scary, but waiting for death is scary. Is this how Li Qian wants to take revenge on me? I will go crazy if she continues to hesitate.
"Aren't you afraid?" Li Qian grabbed my hair, as if her scalp was about to be torn, and my expression was distorted in pain.
"What can I do if I'm afraid? It's just grudges. Now that I'm in your hands, you'd better beat me to death."
I raised my head and stared at Li Qian without fear. My loud voice echoed in the dark space. Li Qian was silent for a while and let go of her hand holding my hair.
"Han Qing, you are so narcissistic, do you think I will let you go?" Li Qian said, raising her hand and slapped me again
I tilted my head, a stream of blood surged out of my throat, and I vomited out a large mouthful of red blood.
Blood flowed from the corner of my mouth to my neck, making my already embarrassed appearance even more miserable.
"Bah, sister, you'd better not let me live."
Holding back the pain, I spat blood-colored saliva on Li Qian's face. With my hands tied, I struggled with all my strength. Even though my wrists were broken by the handcuffs, I wanted to rush forward and kill this woman like crazy.