: Treat the person's body with his own way

Feng Yanyan stood in front of her, looking down at her with a condescending look.

"You don't deserve to know who I am."

However, she wants to settle the score now.

Calculate the accounts one by one.

Scandalingly, Feng Yanyan said calmly.

"I remember, you said you dislike me."

Feng Qianshang's whole body was trembling with pain.

Hearing Feng Yanyan's words, he dragged his body slowly backed down on the ground, leaving a blood mark on the ground.

She had injuries on her body and had no strength. She used all her strength and couldn't move a few steps.

But Feng Yanyan was like a cruel hunter, easily following her pace.

He gently pressed his toes on Feng Qianshang's shin on the shin of his calves.

He leaned over and stared into Feng Qianshang's eyes.

She took all her fear and pain into her eyes.

Then, break the leg bone.

Feng Qianshang screamed again.

Feng Yanyan looked at him coldly.

Roses are always roses.

Even if you fall into the quagmire, you still cannot destroy the nobleness in your bones.

Instead, it is a wild flower that pretends to be a rose.

Even if you climb to the branch by chance, you will eventually fall and be stepped into the soil.

But what made Feng Qianshang even more scared was the things that were held in his hand by the other party.

A soul-locking nail about five inches long.

Even the night is well versed in, it cannot stop the cold light flashing from above.

That was something she was extremely familiar with.

Take out one of Fengyanyan,

"I will hurt you as much as you hurt him."

Feng Qianshang's eardrums were buzzing, and she couldn't believe what she heard.

My body was so scared that it was completely frozen.

Before taking action, Feng Yanyan suddenly thought of something, bent her red lips and reminded her,

"I haven't tried this before and have no experience, so it may hurt more when nailing it. You can hold it up."

The smile at the corner of the lips had not yet faded, and the spikes had already been hit.

"ah--"

It was obviously a pair of weak hands, but it was ruthless, and every time it hit the acupoint.

There was no moon in the night sky, and there were more and more clouds, but the roars coming from the room became more and more shrill.

Time passes little by little.

For Feng Qianshang, every second is a torment.

At first she could still cry out in pain.

But the blood flowed more and more, her strength was disappearing, and gradually she couldn't shout it out.

Every time a spike is inserted into her, her bones and flesh will hurt three times.

She could only watch and bear it, and had no ability to fight back at all.

But the body will not lose its trembling reaction due to pain.

At this moment, she would rather faint in pain.

But Feng Yanyan controlled the strength in his hands.

A second before she was about to faint from pain, she relaxed her power.

In the next moment, use stronger skills.

Feng Qianshang was wearing her most proud red dress.

But at this moment, she fell to the ground, and blood kept flowing out.

The bright clothes were stuck to the body, wet.

I can't tell whether it is the cold sweat caused by the pain or the blood flowing.

She tilted her head, her cheeks on one side were pressed against the ground, and her long sweat-soaked hair was pressed against her cheeks.

The originally energetic eyes gradually became straightforward.

The floor tiles were very cold, and the large area of ​​cold quickly wrapped her up.

She couldn't tell whether the floor tiles were too cold or her body was too cold.

She only felt that the blood flowing in her body was slowing down.

The blood light in front of him was getting more and more, and Feng Yanyan's eyes were bright red, and his reason was gradually lost.

At this moment, an internal force hit her from the air, staggering the force in her hand.

A 'ding bell' sound.

The spikes fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Feng Yanyan turned around with a stern look, and there was a figure of Yuebai in front of her.
Chapter completed!