The Shura-like figure moved toward Jiang Hai step by step. Jiang Hai swallowed his saliva and suddenly shouted angrily at the followers behind him, "Come on, kill her."
Just when the people brought by Jiang Hai put their hands on the sword, Xu Xudong gave an order, and the guards of Fugui Hall surrounded Jiang Hai and others. No one dared to act rashly.
"A bunch of trash." Jiang Hai sneered secretly.
His cold eyes looked coldly at Qing Ge, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. His Adam's apple rolled a few times. He stared at the master of Fugui Hall with wide eyes and roared, "You must do this to such an extreme degree?"
The man crossed his chest with his hands and stood leaning against the Liugang Pillar. He looked at Jiang Hai with eyes that were three parts ridiculed and seven parts sympathetic.
The sharp knife rubbed against the ground and was dragged forward. The girl's fiery red figure was as bright as blood. She was holding the big knife hanging on the ground. The aura of death was exuding from her pupils. When she heard Jiang Hai's frightened words, she curled her lips and sneered.
.
Absolutely?
Today's stone gambling game is extremely dangerous and difficult. If she were the loser, would Jiang Hai still say such things?
Walking a step away from Jiang Hai, the soft boots stopped, and Qingge tightened her grip on the knife in her hand.
The fat on Jiang Hai's body trembled with fear. He was so angry that his shoulders could not help shaking, his eyes were burning with rage, and a thunderous voice burst out from his throat, "If you dare to attack me, I will never let you go."
You, I will cut off your limbs and feed them to the wolves, and make you..."
He tried to stir up the inner panic of Qing Ge.
With the master of Fugui Hall here, he is now the turtle in the urn, and the fish and meat on the chopping board are ready to be slaughtered.
But what he didn't know was that the girl in front of him had crawled in purgatory and had endured hardships that he couldn't even imagine.
Qingge interrupted Jiang Hai's words, with a stern face and a clear voice, "Is it just cutting off the limbs? Brother Jiang, doesn't he think that hanging with a thousand cuts and burning with fire is more torturous?"
The girl said calmly.
Like the god of death.
Jiang Hai's face turned pale. He wanted to scare her, but he was the one who panicked in the end.
"Don't worry, I will be very gentle. It won't be very painful if I cut you." The girl grinned cruelly.
Jiang Hai was sweating profusely, and the sweat dripped down his back, soaking his clothes.
The man looked at her and felt fear again. A chill spread from the soles of his feet and surged into his blood. It was only at this point that he suddenly realized, as if he had woken up from a dream, that this stone gambling game was a trap he had set for himself.
Neither the master of Fugui Hall nor this white-haired girl is someone to be trifled with.
One has already broken through as a spiritual master, and the other is cruel and ruthless beyond words.
Jiang Hai has killed many people and tortured many people. He enjoys this kind of fun. When he sees those living people, twisted, miserable, unrecognizable, and bloody under his fat hands, he will derive a kind of feeling in his heart.
Pleasure.
But when he was tortured by others, he was afraid, and the heart in his chest kept shrinking.
"No, you can't do this."
Jiang Hai was scared, all his strength disappeared, and his fat and ferocious face was full of panic, "I will give you three million spiritual energy pills, and I will also give you the gold silk armor. I will keep my arm, okay?"
Singing lightly and raising eyebrows——
When Jiang Hai saw Qing Ge's expression moved, he thought that no matter how ruthless the woman was, she was a woman after all, and women were naturally soft-hearted. As long as he begged regardless of his face and dignity, he would definitely be able to save his arm.
The days are long, and we will be a good man again in eighteen years. As long as he keeps this arm, he will definitely torture to death this girl who has made him lose face when he comes back.
Jiang Hai thought that no one knew about his little plan, but Qing Ge really saw it.
She never leaves any trouble behind, she can kill everything and eradicate the roots.
When she was performing her mission, she secretly released a man with crippled legs, and the organization made her suffer the pain of evisceration. She had no regrets.
But three years later, in the name of revenge, that man chased her to the prairie of western Europe. She walked in a state of confusion for seven days. She hid in the desolate grassland and ate mud and grass.
From then on, she would not show mercy to anyone no matter how pitiful they were.
"It seems that Brother Jiang has been in Qingshi Town for so long and still doesn't know the rules of stone gambling. If you lose, you lose. No matter whether you can afford to lose or not, you have to keep the betting chips."
As the sound fell and the wind danced, the girl suddenly raised her legs and swept across the side of Jiang Hai's head with a whip kick. The seemingly slender legs were filled with majestic spiritual energy and exploded with infinite power, which actually smashed Jiang Hai's fat body.
He was kicked out.
Qingge rushed forward with a knife in her hand, the afterimage was transformed, and the murderous intent was faint. She arrived in front of Jiang Hai, and under Jiang Hai's shocked and frightened gaze, she raised the knife, and then chopped it down mercilessly. The sharp blade cut through the skin and flesh, and peeled off the flesh.
The bones were broken, and then the man screamed, "Ah——"
Jiang Hai curled up in pain, and subconsciously covered the wound on his broken arm with his other hand. But when he touched the bloody wound, there was another burst of piercing pain. He shuddered and immediately moved his hand away.
He lay weakly on the cold ground, and raised his remaining hand tremblingly. There was thick blood between his fingers, and the blood condensed and dripped into his eyes.
Jiang Hai opened his mouth wide, terrified, and wanted to howl out, but all he could produce was a hoarse and harsh sound.
When those few drops of blood were about to fall into his eyes, Jiang Hai's eyes widened extremely wide. I'm afraid this was the biggest moment his eyes had ever opened in his life.
Qingge glanced at Jiang Hai's two thick legs, and a trace of cruelty flashed through his eyes. However, he saw the girl's wrist deflected, and with considerable force, the long knife broke away from the girl's hand, and accurately slashed Jiang Hai's hands.
Between the legs, submerged into the floor.
Jiang Hai's body arched up, his eyes seemed to bulge out, and scarlet blood spread between his legs.
"Things that are harmful to people are also harmful if they are kept." Qingge said lightly, his eyes indifferent.
Everyone was shocked, and their legs couldn't help but tighten up. Their eyes were full of fear when they looked at the girl. This method was really cruel for a man.
The leader of Fugui Hall crossed his arms, tapped his fingertips rhythmically on the elbow of his other hand, and a spring breeze burst into his eyes.
Cruel enough.
As expected, he was not disappointed.
When he went to Jianglong Academy this time, he also learned that Jialan Dean An Suyou had accepted a new disciple. Now he was indeed a little surprised to see Qingge in Fugui Hall.
The girl's iconic white hair and the Blood Demon Flower between her eyebrows made him recognize her at a glance, even though they had never met.
Night song!
In the past nearly a year, he had heard of the girl's reputation as a ruthless woman, so he wanted to test her.
The An Guohou of Beiyue, the rising star of Jialan, how ruthless he is!