Before Chu Ye understood what was happening, he felt the fiery sword edge touching his heart.
And his whole body was pushed by her, and he was straddled underneath her, and his vital parts of his throat were tightly grasped.
"hehe."
Ling Luo raised her eyebrows, her beautiful eyes full of interest.
"Last time, I gave you a chance to escape. This time, I will never make such a mistake again."
As she spoke, she raised the flying sword transformed from the Sun Temple and stabbed Chu Ye hard in the chest.
The sound of the sword cutting into flesh and blood.
"Ahhhhhh-"
Chu Ye let out a hysterical whine.
The pain was enough to tear him apart.
But...he's not dead?
Chu Ye lowered his head and saw the flying sword, inserted only half an inch to the left of his heart.
Ling Luo looked regretful and sighed: "Hey, what a pity, my hand slipped and I missed the hit."
Chu Ye's body shook violently.
"Let's do it again."
She raised the flying sword in her hand again, pointed it at Chu Ye's chest, and stabbed it again.
"Ahhhhhhh-"
Blood spattered three feet and landed on Ling Luo's face.
Very thick and full of fishy smell.
An expression of enjoyment appeared on Ling Luo's face, and her fair face had a very strange and enchanting beauty despite the bright red blood.
"Ah, missed again?"
Ling Luo lowered his head, took out the flying sword, shook his head, and said: "What's wrong with me? Is it because I don't want you to die? How come it's inserted half an inch to the right side?"
Chu Ye's face was filled with fear. He was in so much pain that he didn't know what to do, and his eyes were filled with tears.
He started to cry.
Start begging.
began to cry out in despair.
"Ling Luo, I was wrong, please give me a break!"
"Ling Luo, woo woo woo, I beg you, just for the sake of the fact that we have been an unmarried couple for sixteen years, please give me a happy life."
"Pfft"
Ling Luo ignored Chu Ye's cries and stabbed the blood-stained flying sword in again.
"Ah! Wuwuwu! Stop torturing me, I was wrong! I am not a human being! I deserve to die! Please give me a good time!"
Chu Ye let out a hysterical whine, a sharp and hoarse voice that was no longer his own.
"Pfft!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
"Puff, puff, puff"
Time and time again, she tirelessly stabbed the knife into the edge of his heart without completely piercing his heart. With an almost weird smile on her face, she admired the way he wailed in pain.
"Chu Ye, are you comfortable?"
"You betrayed me and when you got together with Ling Yinggou, did you also use this frequency to ****?"
"Oh? What? I'm not as fast as you? Then I'll be faster!"
Pull out, wedge in.
To draw out, to penetrate.
Stab in, slash in, stab again, slash again.
In the blink of an eye, Ling Luo couldn't remember how many swords he had inserted into the scumbag below, and how many holes he had poked.
She was covered in blood.
It is the blood of the enemy.
I don’t know how long it took, but the screams stopped, and even the weakest moans were eliminated.
Only then did Ling Luo come back to her senses. She lowered her head and looked at the bloody mess under her body. She blinked her unusually pure eyes and raised an innocent smile on her lips.
"It's broken. It's so boring."
She stood up slowly, raised her foot, stepped on Chu Ye's undamaged heart, and crushed it several times until it was completely broken.