Rebirth of a Wealthy Family: Blackened Charming Wife

Chapter 292
There was a cold light on the tip of the knife, Tang Xiaoqi looked coldly at the cheek below, she would not let Fu Zhiyi die so easily.

Wouldn't it be more interesting to let him live in this world with his last breath, but it was a thousand times more painful than death?
The fingers gradually clenched, the tip of the knife drooped, and the cold front met Fu Zhiyi's forehead in the upper right corner.

The tip of the knife gradually approached, and the tip slowly pierced the skin on Fu Zhiyi's forehead, and a smear of blood overflowed instantly.

There were faint wrinkles on his forehead, but it didn't seem to affect Tang Xiaoqi's next performance at all.

Tang Xiaoqi licked her dry lips with the tip of her pink tongue, and then pursed her lips lightly.

Staring intently at the incision on his right forehead, he subconsciously held his breath, as if afraid of disturbing the movement of his hand.

The tip of the knife slowly flipped over, aligned itself with the lower left corner, and then slid down bit by bit.

Tang Xiaoqi didn't blink, and stared at the curve of his forehead carefully, for fear that he might accidentally draw it crookedly.

As the tip moved forward, as soon as a little bit of skin was scratched, the back began to bleed from the inside.

It wasn't until the edge of the knife was close to the end of the eyebrows that Tang Xiaoqi slowly held back the sliding movement.

The tip of the knife stopped at the lower left corner, and then retracted the machete upwards like a brush.

Tang Xiaoqi stretched out her index finger to wipe away the blood from the knife mark on Fu Zhiyi's face, and nodded in satisfaction, as if she was very satisfied with her money.

He leaned over and continued to lift the blood-stained scimitar, followed the gourd drawing, and made another steady cut from the upper left to the lower right corner of his forehead.

As a result, a capital 'X'-shaped intersecting arc appeared on Fu Zhiyi's forehead.

Tang Xiaoqi compared them left and right, and found that the two knife marks were not far apart, and they were quite symmetrical.

After admiring it contentedly for dozens of seconds, he gradually shifted his gaze down from his forehead and landed on other places on his cheeks.

Tang Xiaoqi continued to draw the outline on Fu Zhiyi's cheek according to the picture in his mind.

The edge of the scimitar landed on the two cheeks, and a piece of flesh the size of the tip of an index finger was cut off on each side.

Then he put the knife at the corner of his mouth and cut a small cut towards his cheek.

All the scars on the cheeks have been made, Tang Xiaoqi put the scimitar on the ground, and quickly wiped away the blood on Fu Zhiyi's face.

In this way, Fu Zhiyi's entire face was covered with blood, and the marks at the knife marks became more clear.

Looking at all these scars combined, a hideous word 'kill' was vividly formed on Fu Zhiyi's cheek.

Tang Xiaoqi looked at his work carefully, and giggled suddenly.

There is an idiom that says it well, it is called a murderous face, is it just like this?

With Fu Zhiyi's ghostly appearance now, even if he was a ghost, it would be difficult to confuse others.

Then it was his turn.

Those experiments done in the previous life depended on these hands, and Fu Zhiyi has always been very precious.

If it is abandoned like this, I don't know what kind of troubles he can make.

The excitement in Tang Xiaoqi's pupils was getting thicker and thicker, as if it was about to overflow, and the seductive curvature of the corner of his mouth became more and more strange.

He lifted Fu Zhiyi who was hanging down on both sides of his side, crossed his hands together, and placed them on his stomach.

Unconsciously swinging the scimitar, it twirled smoothly among the fingertips, and finally landed firmly between the index finger and thumb.

Just when the tip of the knife was about to fall into Fu Zhiyi's hand, Xiao Hei's panicked screams suddenly came from the narrow passage.

(End of this chapter)