However, all her strength was exhausted, and she couldn't even move her fingers, let alone bit her tongue to kill herself.
Her body even betrayed reason and hatred, longing for a man's touch.
When Xuanji's hand tore off the gauze, the ear-piercing tearing sound finally made Yingmei unable to bear the despair and humiliation.
Tears slid down the corners of his eyes.
Seeing her tears, Xuan Ji became even more excited, and his whole body trembled with excitement.
"In the past, when I was dreaming, I longed for the image of the great Lord Yingmei crying and begging beneath me. In the past, I hated Han Ye for removing my immortal bones and expelling me from the Immortal Cultivation Continent. Now, I want to thank him instead. .Hahaha!"
As he spoke, he clasped Yingmei's chin, leaned over drunkenly and was about to kiss Yingmei's lips.
It's just that Xuanji has not felt the fragrance that he has been dreaming of.
Suddenly, there was a huge roar in my ear.
Immediately afterwards, the entire basement shook violently, and dust and gravel fell from above.
"What's going on?!" Xuan Ji suddenly stood up from the bed.
Just as he was about to call someone in, he felt a flash of light in front of his eyes.
Then a strong force came from in front of him, and the whole person flew upside down and hit the wall heavily.
Severe pain came from the topsy-turvy viscera.
Xuan Ji couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
But he just struggled to stand up.
He was grabbed by the neck and then slammed to the ground.
Xuan Ji wailed in pain, before he could resist.
He was stepped on his chest, and his ribs cracked.
"Ah!" The rib fragments pierced into his viscera, making him almost in pain.
Then, a familiar face that he hated day and night slowly appeared in front of him.
"Han... Ye...!" Xuan Ji spat out two words with trembling lips.
Then he was slapped hard on the face.
"When I was in Xiuxian Continent, I gave you a way out, but obviously, I was wrong!"
"What are you? How dare you covet Yingmei!"
"Tell me, what did you do to Yingmei? If you dare to touch her, I'll take off this layer of skin on your body!!"
For the first time, Han Ye's usually silly and cynical face lost any expression.
Xuan Ji's pupils suddenly contracted due to the killing intent emanating from his whole body.
The memory seems to go back many, many years ago.
In that distant Cultivation Continent, his pain and despair of being stripped of his immortal bones was the humiliation of being so low as dust and having no power to resist when facing the cold night.
Yes, what he has the deepest thing about Han Ye is not hatred, but a deep-seated fear.
He originally thought that both Han Ye and Ying Mei had been driven into the mortal world.
Facing the cold night again, he would definitely be able to feel proud.
But at this moment, Han Ye was standing in front of him like that, he was so frightened that he completely forgot how to plot against him, even his body was trembling uncontrollably.
Han Ye's eyes and voice were bone-chillingly cold, "Okay, if you don't want to talk, then tell me, where do you want me to start skinning you, how about the top of your head?"
Han Ye turned his wrist, and a dagger appeared in his palm.
The blade of Han Guang Shuo Shuo slowly fell towards the top of Xuan Ji's head.
"Han... Han Ye..." A low, panting voice came from behind.
Han Ye paused and turned around abruptly, "Little Shadow?!"
On the only bed in the room, the curtain fluttered, and a faintly graceful figure came into his eyes.