The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 112
And right now, she even broke her sword with two fingers.

What's going on here?

While he was wondering, a cold voice came from his ear: "It's not enough to break one of your fingers, okay, I'll break another one for you."

Jian Luo flipped his wrist, and with a 'swish' sound, he poured his internal energy into the tip of the sword, with a cold light shining, and the tip of the sword approached Shen Hookah.

'what--'

With a scream, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

With a bang, the tip of the sword fell to the ground.

Shen Shuiyan's face turned pale, his left middle finger was broken, half cut off by the tip of the sword, blood gushed out, and fell drop by drop onto the ground paved with bluestone.

"Jane Luo."

Shen Shiyan roared, and his eyes turned blood red.

He raised his sword and prepared to attack Jian Luo again.

"You harmed me back then, but today I will make you pay back thousands of times."

As the words fell, Jian Luo's figure flashed, and he galloped in front of Shen Shiyan, so fast that Shen Shiyan didn't have time to blink.

"Ten fingers connected to a heart, today, I will let you often suffer from the pain of severed fingers."

'Ka Ka Ka' There were several sounds of broken bones, and Shen Shisha's ten fingers were broken one by one.

Shen Shiyan's face was as white as a piece of rice paper, and his forehead, which was as smooth as jade, was covered with cold sweat.

An originally pretty face has been distorted by pain, pale, terrifying, and terrifying.

"Jian Luo, kill me if you have the ability."

Shen Shuiyan turned her head and glared at Jian Luo angrily, her eyes almost wanted to swallow Jian Luo in one gulp.

Jian Luoyang smiled on his lips, blinked his eyes, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at Shen Shiyan with a smile.

He stretched out his right index finger and shook it: "Shen Shiyan, kill you? Do you think I will let you die so happily?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Shen Shuiyan endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and asked word by word.

"I said before that you can't afford to provoke me, Jian Luo. Since you provoked me so ignorantly, of course I have to ask you for it back."

He raised his eyebrows, and looked around Shen Shiyan up, down, left, and right.

Caressing her chin, Jian Luo smiled sweetly: "Well, Shen Shiyan, my palace lord is very tired of your face now, what do you think should I do?"

Laughter is the sweetest.

The tone is the most gentle.

The words are the harshest.

Shen Shiyan was startled, and stood motionless at the same spot.

She wanted to move, but it was a pity that someone wouldn't let her move.

Listening to Jian Luo's words, Shen Shuiyan was speechless.

(End of this chapter)