Your majesty, Empress Xianyu doesn't want to leave the cold palace

Chapter 449 Blood Compensation

Thousands of silver threads wrapped around Feng Qianshang's body, hanging her up easily.

Those weak silver threads are tough and sharper than knives.

Wherever he passed, his clothes and skin were torn.

Leaving behind rows of thin bloodstains.

Accompanied by Feng Qianshang's screams, blood oozed from the cut wound on his wrist.

Feng Yanyan concentrated her inner strength in her palms, and murmured between her lips.

Feng Qianshang couldn't hear clearly, and couldn't understand what the other party was doing, and wanted to speak, but found that her arm suddenly hurt.

To be precise, she felt something surge in her veins, fleeing.

Feng Qianshang felt that her arm was painful and hot.

The whole person is like being roasted on fire.

The burning pain oozing from the bone marrow that I experienced a few days ago returned to my body.

Even, at this time, the pain was hundreds of times worse than before.

She screamed in pain, but no one rushed in from outside the room.

The pain caused more and more sweat to break out, and the clothes on the back were torn through.

Severe pain, as if the flesh and blood of the whole body will be swallowed in the next moment.

But when she raised her eyes, she met Feng Yanyan's extremely indifferent and cruel eyes.

The words of prayer overflowed from the throat,

"Don't kill me, I was wrong! I was really wrong!
I shouldn't have hit you before, I shouldn't have said those things to you, and I shouldn't have troubled you today.

You let me go!I don't dare anymore!
Really, I really dare not!
what--"

At this time, Feng Qianshang did not have the pride of the past at all. She said the words of prayer, but finally couldn't help the pain, tearing her throat and screaming.

There was a faint light in the room, and the darkness behind Feng Yanyan seemed extraordinarily deep.

Feng Yanyan stood there, with a slender figure and the most white hands.

These hands are soft, with slender fingers, not stained with Yangchun water, but now they are stained with blood.

A red dress is gorgeous at night, like the other shore flowers blooming on Huangquan Road.

She is extremely glamorous, but she can turn into a haunted ghost in an instant.

She has a charming and good skin, but she is as beautiful as a sharp knife.

Knives kill people.

Feng Yanyan was indifferent like a judge, the words spoken from between her red lips were a disaster for Feng Qianshang,

"late."

Feng Qianshang was in so much pain that she could only gasp.

Feng Yanyan slowly raised her hand, and replied cruelly,
"What you have done, you must pay with blood."

After her words fell behind, Feng Qianshang felt as if something wanted to break through the blood on her wrist.

Holding on to her strength, she looked down and saw a blood-colored centipede crawling out of the wound on her wrist.

The pupils dilate rapidly.

But she didn't have time to scream, Feng Yanyan calmly put the bloody martial arts in the container.

Feng Qianshang's lips trembled.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

She got it.

What she experienced on the Autumn Hunt earlier was really not a dream.

It was all done by the man in front of him.

The pupils doubled again because of the pain.

At first, I only thought Yu Wenxuan was hateful, but I didn't expect this person to be truly vicious.

If what you just felt was a burning sensation.

What I feel now is the bone-piercing cold.

It's as if all the heat and essence in the body have been sucked away.

Feng Yanyan withdrew her hand at this moment.

In an instant, Qianbaogen's silver thread was accepted by Feng Yanyan.

Feng Qianshang was completely exhausted, her knees were bent, and she knelt straight on the ground.

She wanted to struggle, but she didn't have the strength to struggle.

The wound on the wrist couldn't be covered, and he could only let the blood flow continuously.

But at this moment, she had no time to take care of the pain on her body, and stared at Feng Yanyan with all her strength.

(End of this chapter)