Wuyin's murderous gaze was like a knife stabbing her, "You dare to play with me?"
Lan Shengxue's face was expressionless, except for the endless chill in her eyes.
"Where is the real eye of the idol?" Lan Shengxue actually used the fake eye of the idol to fool her.
"Didn't you get the Eye of the God Statue? That's true." Lan Sheng said in a snow suit.
"Don't play tricks on me, Lan Shengxue. If you offend me, I really dare to touch you." Killing Lan Shengxue immediately was never what Wuyin wanted to do. When he hates someone enough, killing her would be the opposite.
It's not enough to let him vent his hatred. Only by slowly torturing her and using the other person's pain to satisfy his hatred is the best way to relieve his anger.
Wuyin's hatred for Lan Shengxue has soared to a certain height. As early as when he was in the Holy Heaven Realm, Wuyin wanted to kill Lan Shengxue. After so many things happened, the hatred had already taken root in Wuyin's heart.
"I have said before that one hand delivers goods and the other hand delivers people. If you use fake people to deceive me, I can't use fake goods to trick you?"
"Don't forget your current situation!"
"Wuyin, if you catch me and let you get the Eye of the God, I will be too scumbag, what do you think? A person as strong as you wouldn't want your opponent to be so scumbag, right?"
Wuyin waved his hand and slapped Lan Shengxue.
A dagger appeared in her hand and stabbed into Lan Shengxue's chest, once, twice, three times...
The knife was stabbed in and pulled out three times, all on the same wound.
Lan Shengxue's face paled a few inches, and the only thing that remained unchanged was her cold gaze.
Three swords, she didn't even frown.
"Do you hate it? You must be eager to kill me now, right? It's just a pity. Look at your virtue now. What else can you do if you are tied to a shelf?"
"Haha." Lan Shengxue smiled.
Wuyin gritted his teeth, "Why are you laughing?"
"You wish you were the one who killed me, right? In the past few years, you haven't been able to sleep well every day, right? Do you have nightmares every day? How do you torture me in your dreams?"
Wuyin couldn't help but be frightened, how could she know?
Just like Lan Shengxue had witnessed her life in the past few years.
In the past few years, she has been living as a ghost or a ghost, and she has to live with this black mask every day. She is really... going crazy.
But hatred kept her alive.
Lan Shengxue is not dead yet, how could she die?
That bitch in Lingxin doesn’t know where she is yet, how could she die?
Di Yunshang has not yet tasted the pain of losing her beloved, how could she die?
She shouldn't be the one who died!
"No matter how hard you talk, if you don't tell me about the eyes of the idol for a day, I won't make it easy for you. Oh, by the way, there's also Xiao Shui'er. That girl's skin is really good. You said... if I cut her off with one knife,
Will it hurt her if it's scratched on her face?"
"Wuyin, if you dare to touch her again, you will never get the eyes of the idol!"
"Huh! Let's see if you can cooperate." Wuyin turned the blood dagger in his hand and suddenly pressed it against Lan Shengxue's face...
"grown ups."
"What's the matter?" Wu Yin was unhappy at being disturbed.
"The Lord is here."
"What is he here for?"
"Said I have something to do with the adults."
The brows behind the silent mask were furrowed, he glanced at Lan Shengxue, turned around and left, "Keep an eye on her!"
Lan Shengxue's wound continued to bleed, and she looked helpless.
Wuyin didn't dare to kill her, firstly because of the eyes of the idol, secondly because she would not let herself die easily, and thirdly because of Di Yunshang...