"Feng, let her bite this, I'm afraid she will bite off her tongue!" Yu Wenche picked up a cylindrical cork and handed it to Feng Qingran, looking at him with a solemn expression.
He had never seen such a look on Feng's cold face. His complexion was livid, his brows were furrowed, and he carefully hugged the woman in his arms. Moreover, his hands were shaking, he was afraid...
"Be good, open your mouth!" A cork was forced into my mouth, and the severe pain from my back made me bite hard.
Yu Wenche grabbed the arrow shaft and pulled it out hard, but only a little bit was pulled out, and blood spurted out again...
Dyeing Yu Wenche's brocade robe with blood flowers.
“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,, the cork in my mouth made my teeth hurt, my back also hurt, and it hurt all my internal organs.
"Che, why is this happening?" Feng Qingran roared uncontrollably, clenching her teeth and twitching the veins on her forehead.
"The arrow has an underhook, so the flesh of the wound must be cut open!" Yu Wenche looked at Feng Qingran's eyes in shock as he looked at the crystal water-like objects in his eyes, "Feng, you..."
"Ali, tell me, how can I hurt and suffer for you?" Feng Qingran said in a low voice, tears falling on my shoulders, which burned my shoulders and warmed my heart.
Yu Wenche couldn't believe that Feng actually shed tears for a woman. She was Feng's lover?
Her dirty face couldn't conceal her overwhelming beauty. She and he were a perfect match, so... what should Ying'er do?
There was a hint of bitterness in his eyes, what qualifications did he have to care about her affairs?
Putting aside the things in his mind that he shouldn't worry about, he opened the medicine box next to him and pulled out a short, delicate knife. The blade was like a crescent moon, and the tip of the knife shone with a cold light.