The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 113
"Hey, this face is not pleasing to the eyes of the Palace Master."

Sighing, Jian Luo said in a negotiating tone: "Why don't you destroy it."

"you"

Without waiting for Shen Shuiyan to object, Jian Luo groped Shen Shuiyan's intact left half of his face.

Then he clapped his hands, indicating that he was done.

"What did you put on my face?"

Shen Shiyan hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch his face.

The ten fingers are broken, and if you want to touch it, you have to touch it with the palm of your hand.

Jian Luo's face was very innocent, "It's nothing."

He giggled, and continued: "It's just a little bit of poisonous powder that can make people itchy and painful.

Well, the consequences are not very serious, at most it is disfigurement, and then shame.

By the way, the toxin will gradually spread from the face to the whole body.

no big deal. "

Jian Luo waved his hands while talking, signaling to Shen Shisha not to worry too much, but to treat it with a normal heart.

Seeing this, Leng Qingyu and all the disciples twitched the corners of their mouths, is it a big deal?
That's disfiguring.

For a woman, there is nothing more terrifying than disfigurement.

The palace lord is the palace lord, and he has a good way of doing things.

Shen Shuiyan trembled with ten fingers, and even the palm of his hand, pointing at Jian Luo, without saying a word.

Shen Shiyan's hands hurriedly stroked his face again, wanting to scratch and scratch, but he didn't dare to do it.

Pain and itchiness gathered on the face, the itching was unbearable, and the pain made me want to cry.

Shen Shiyan could only touch his cheek over and over again, and let out a series of screams and cries of pain from time to time.

The body rolled on the bluestone ground, sinking into the mist and whimpering in pain.

After a while, the originally fair and calm face turned into a bloodshot face covered with cracks.

It looks like it can't help but make people shudder.

Jian Luo stood aside coldly, with an expression of watching the show.

How much did she suffer that day?
The body is full of poisons, and there is almost no disability.

Hmph, today, only letting Shen Shiyan disfigure her face is doing her a favor.

"Jian Luo, Jian Luo, I beg you, I beg you, kill me, kill me"

Shen Shisha rolled on the ground, tears misty.

After finally rolling to Jian Luo's feet, he grabbed Jian Luo's clothes and raised his blood-stained face with a begging look.

"Sink into the hookah, does it hurt? Can't bear it? Hmph"

Jian Luo looked down at the sinking water smoke under her feet, with a look of contempt on her face.

(End of this chapter)