Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

Yun Sheng opened the paper bag, and all he saw was light yellow powder.

Yun Sheng drew out his dagger with a "shua", picked it up with the tip of the sword and sniffed lightly at the tip of his nose.

A faint smell of medicine is exactly what was found in the dish.

But Yun Sheng sniffed lightly at this time, but felt that there were other things mixed in.

Because the poison extracted from that kind of herb would be white if ground into a powder, but this powder was slightly yellowish.

The powder is very fine, and it is impossible to see what is mixed in it.

I saw Yun Sheng dipped a little bit with his finger, turned around and put it on his tongue to taste it.

When Wuyou and Sun Meng wanted to stop him, Yun Sheng had already turned around.

She sneered: "Bone powder."

Wuyou frowned: "Bone powder?"

Sun Meng was also a little puzzled: "What is bone powder?"

Yun Sheng didn't answer, but held the paper bag in one hand and the dagger in the other.

She walked forward slowly, and the thin and small man kneeling on the ground seemed to be extremely afraid of Yun Sheng, and immediately retreated on his knees.

Sun Meng took a step forward, blocking the man's back path.

Seeing that there was nowhere to retreat, the man sat on the ground and looked up at Yun Sheng with horror in his eyes.

Yun Sheng's bright but cold eyes looked down at the man with a smile that was not a smile: "Who gave you this thing?"

The man still wanted to pretend to be stupid at this moment: "What... what... something."

Yun Sheng snorted and slowly squatted down on one knee in front of the man.

The eyes were condensed and looked at him for a moment.

But when the man didn't know what Yun Sheng was going to do.

The man said "Ah!!!!"

When he looked down again, he saw that his little finger had been broken on the ground.

The incisions were uneven, and bright red blood was bubbling.

Yun Sheng smiled lightly, completely in order to put everything in his eyes.

It seemed that what she had just cut off was just a cucumber.

Wuyou sat at the moment, watching Yun Sheng's actions, but was speechless.

And Sun Meng looked at his master, and then at the blood-stained dagger in Yun Sheng's hand.

He never thought that there would be a woman who could easily cut off a person's finger with an unsharp dagger in such a calm manner, but still smile extremely indifferently and harmlessly.

Yun Sheng raised his eyebrows lightly, raised the dagger in one hand, raised the man's forehead, and pointed the tip of the sword at the heart of the throat.

The man had no doubts that the seemingly harmless woman in front of him, who looked like a ghost of Shura, would pierce his throat with a sword effortlessly.

The man held the bleeding wound with one hand, raised his forehead slightly with fear in his eyes, and looked at Yun Sheng who was smiling slightly in front of him.

"Who gave you this thing?" Yun Sheng asked again.

The man seemed to be struggling in his heart, afraid of Yun Sheng's torture, but he didn't dare to tell him.

Yun Sheng smiled softly, looked up at Sun Meng: "Does he have any relatives?"

Before Sun Meng could say anything, the man immediately begged for mercy: "One person is responsible for what he does. This is all my doing and has nothing to do with my family."

As the man spoke, he looked at the fourth prince Wuyou who was behind Yun Sheng: "The fourth prince is a person who understands righteousness, and he will definitely not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Yun Sheng seemed to have heard some extremely ridiculous joke, and sneered again,

Then she said quietly: "The Fourth Highness is naturally a person who understands righteousness and distinguishes right from wrong, but I am not. So..."

Yun Sheng held the dagger, and gently stroked the man's face with the tip of the sword, as if reconsidering, where would be the best place to cut.