"Ah..." The middle-aged man suddenly screamed in fear, because Feng Yun crushed his right hand that made the move, and he even heard the sound of bones breaking. In an instant, he was sweating heavily on his forehead.
beads.
Feng Yun dropped his hand and stepped heavily on his stomach. Even if he wanted to die, she didn't want him to die immediately. Eight years ago, she dared to send so many people to kill her. She was only five years old at that time.
, these people are too cruel.
Since they are so cruel, she doesn't need mercy.
Seeing that he still kept his mouth tightly closed, as if he was resigned to his fate, Feng Yun curled up his lips and moved the dagger in his hand towards his finger. The next second, the middle-aged man screamed like a pig again, because
Feng Yun stabbed the dagger into his fingernail.
"You are a vicious person." The middle-aged man was so painful that he almost burst into tears. His fingernails were so sensitive, and his heart was twitching.[
A fierce light flashed in Fengyun's eyes, and he admitted generously, "I am not a good person to begin with. Do you need me to prick all ten of your fingers, or now, even if you want to die, I will not let you
You die so easily."
After saying that, she reached out and tapped his neck. She wanted to prevent him from committing suicide. That would not be fun.
"I'll give you five more seconds to think about it and write it on the ground with your hand. This way you won't betray your master, and you'll also suffer less pain." Feng Yun said, making the middle-aged man seem to have taken a big advantage. At this time,
The woman who was still on the bed screamed in horror, flew up and ran outside.
Feng Yun's eyes turned cold, and the dagger in his hand flew over and stabbed her in the back. The woman sighed and fell to the ground without moving.
"You..." The middle-aged man could only call out one word, and then he frowned tightly, with a look of extreme pain on his face. The other dagger in Fengyun's hand stabbed into the palm of his hand accurately.
, the blood slowly flowed downwards along his generous palm.
After gritting his teeth for a while, the middle-aged man begged Fengyun with his eyes not to torture him again. He knew that he could not escape death, but he did not want to bear the heart-gnawing pain when he died. He had killed countless people in his life, but
I didn't expect to end up like this.
Seeing the begging look in his eyes, Feng Yun was satisfied. He pulled out the dagger inserted in his palm and motioned him to write on the ground with his eyes.
The middle-aged man had a look of anger and pain in his eyes. Finally, he slowly wrote on the ground with his fingers. However, after writing one word, he no longer wanted to write. Instead, he begged Feng Yun to untie his hand with his eyes.
As soon as Feng Yun untied the hole, he smiled and bit his tongue and committed suicide.
The smile on her face seemed to be mocking Feng Yun, and only Feng Yun knew that she was teasing him. She had never thought about learning the real owner behind him from his mouth. Even if he said it, it might be a lie.
After settling here, Fengyun went to the chief helm of Kuangyi Clan. The person in the courtyard just now was a powerful person regardless of whether he was the helmsman.
When they arrived at the main helm of the Kuangyi Sect, Ling Mo Yehen and the others had already arrived. Their uniform and white figures stood neatly at the door of the main helm of the Kuangyi Sect. Only Ling Mo, dressed in black and majestic, stood at the head.
The storm came and dozens of people immediately saluted respectfully.
The person at the helm of Kuangyi Sect seemed to have sensed the murderous aura outside. Suddenly, everyone inside was getting ready to fight. After a while, the door opened, and men in black walked out, which formed a perfect match with Feng Yun and the others in white.