Swiping down, he seemed to have touched something. A human skin mask?
His heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely felt that Han Queluo was a spy or something, so he simply touched the piece of skin and tore it open fiercely: "Let me see your true face!"
"Ah——!!!" The miserable voice resounded through the hall, and Han Queluo felt the human skin mask that was glued to her face being peeled off inch by inch by Yuan Hongqi.
The skin had been attached to her original face for a long time, but when he tore it off so fiercely, it turned out that the skin and flesh were still attached. It hurt. It was a pain that went deep into the bone marrow. Unfortunately, she couldn't curse, so she could only scream and roll on the ground.
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My hands were sweaty, and I covered my bloody face with another burst of burning pain. Life was worse than death, yes, life was worse than death!
Yuan Hongqi suddenly stepped back. He didn't expect it to be like this. He was stunned for a moment. Looking at the human skin still attached to his hand, he couldn't help but shake it off in disgust. He walked in front of Han Queluo, stretched out his foot and stepped on her suddenly.
His face was crushed hard.
Disgusting, really disgusting.
Such a disgusting woman actually stayed by his side. Yuan Hongqi was still frightened, smelling the rotting smell of blood in the air, and couldn't help but want to vomit.
He thought of the xylophone again. The same experience, both of which were beautiful women whose skin was broken...
The soles of his feet were covered with blood. He ran out in a hurry and said angrily to several servants: "Get in quickly! Beat that ugly woman to death and send her to a mass grave!"
Hearing what he said, the servants quickly got ready and ran in. What came into view was the miserable Han Queluo rolling all over the ground. Her face was already bloody and bloody, and her facial features could not be distinguished. Only the top part could be seen.
You can see the red flesh and blood, with bloodshot streaks and blood vessels.
"Ugh--" One person couldn't help but vomited.
The rest, under pressure from Yuan Hongqi, tied Han Queluo with sacks and beat her with sticks.
Han Queluo struggled desperately. No matter how she screamed, she could not escape. On the contrary, the more fierce she screamed, the harder and faster the sticks fell. She must have wanted to end such a terrifying scream earlier.
Voice.
Gradually, there was no movement in the sack, and she had expired. When she died, she had no eyelids, so she could only open her eyes, which made her look even more terrifying.
The servants couldn't stand it after just one look, so they quickly tied up the sacks and threw them in the mass grave.
On the border, in the bustling military camp.
Muyin happily won the battle and took many prisoners. He couldn't help but be happy. He held a banquet and had a great time drinking with the soldiers.
The soldiers who had previously discriminated against Muyin all blushed and were embarrassed to come forward. After all, they had said they would not obey Muyin, but... I didn't expect that a mere woman would be brave and knowledgeable, and even beat up an enemy soldier.
Falling flowers and flowing water are admirable.
The previous prejudices have long since disappeared, replaced by admiration for Muyin!
Upon seeing this, Zhang Hao asked a group of brothers to drag him over and drink heavily. Unknowingly, Muyin's heroic, neat and refreshing image was planted in the minds of the soldiers.
Muyin sat on the mat, with one foot on the stool and the other on the ground. Holding the bowl in his hand, his elbows rested on his knees on the stool, and shouted to a group of soldiers: "Come on, come on! Celebrate!"
Some people are blushing and their hearts are beating, while others are filled with admiration.
Muyin's drinking capacity is already very good, and he has almost returned to Jiang Songyu's previous state.
Everyone couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when they saw her beautiful face. Her cheeks were crimson, which made people's hearts beat. It was really a beautiful painting.
