first concubine

Chapter 125 The Return of the Dead. 15
She said: "Xiao Xizi killed you, you, Qiu Fengyi, you all have to pay for his life."

As she spoke, she glanced sadly at Xiao Xizi, whose body was starting to turn cold while lying there. The hatred in her heart was like the weeds in spring, facing the spring breeze and growing vigorously.

This kind of hatred was too strong, like a cup of bitter wine, which paralyzed her heart.

Yulan kept shaking her head, pleading intermittently: "Uh...no...to."

I can't hear it very clearly, but I can vaguely distinguish it.

Qiu Yi smiled.

See, before everyone dies, they will become like this, kneeling on the ground like a dog and begging her not to kill her, but she insists on killing her.

She leaned over and looked at Yulan carefully, and smiled gradually: "Look, such a face with such thin skin and tender flesh, the knife can be cut down, and the whole piece can be lifted, so that the knife does not hurt the skin, it will definitely be done." A fine human leather fan."

The dagger reflected the skylight, flashing brightly in front of Yulan.

She stared at the dagger in Qiu Yinong's hand, and kept dodging her head, for fear that the dagger in her hand would accidentally stab her in the face.

Huge fear spread in my heart, tormenting and tormenting.

Qiu Yi is still calm and calm, shaking the dagger lightly and saying very slowly: "It must be perfect to embroider a white begonia that I like on the cheek fan."

"what----"

Magnolia's gagged mouth let out a mournful howl, but it was extremely low and subtle.

This autumn is thick, it is simply a pervert.

She didn't realize at all that when she peeled off Zhao Zishi's face and made it into a fan made of human skin, it was even more cruel and perverted.

Now, when it was his turn to become the raw material of the fan, he should know the abnormality of the person holding the knife.

Qiu Yinong thought it was fun, and smiled coldly, "It's so fun!!"

But before the smile fell, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Yulan's collar, pulling her closer, and the dagger was pressed against her delicate face.

Just one point away, it pierced her skin.

Yulan's face turned pale with fright, she pressed her eyes to look at the dagger in Qiu Yinong's hand, and dared not move.

She was afraid that the dagger in her hand would accidentally stab her well-cared-for face.

Although she is a slave in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Yulan has always made up her mind to find an opportunity to make the eldest young master fancy her, so that she can fly on a branch and become a phoenix.

Therefore, she has always regarded her face as her life.

"I want to peel off your face in front of Xiao Xizi, make a fan, give it to Qiu Fengyi, and let her have nightmares all night long."

She smiled cruelly, without warmth at all.

Yulan's eyes were bloodshot and her eyeballs were bulging, watching Qiu Yinong slowly pick apart her skin with a dagger along her temples, she could hear the sound of tendons being cut.

Huge pain spread all over her body in an instant. She wanted to scream, but she was crushed by Qiu Yi.

Feeling that the skin of her face was lifted, she clearly felt that every place the dagger passed, the skin was peeled off in one piece.

The pain was overwhelming, and the pain was life-threatening.

"This palace wants you to feel the pain soberly. The process of waiting for death is the most painful process."

This feeling, she is very clear, that's how she came here.

Qiu Yinong shook off the bloody face in her hands, dripping blood, and approached the dying Yulan.

The beautiful lip line was pursed coolly: "Look, this is your cheek."

(End of this chapter)