The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Looking at the falling dagger, the gangster leader's pupils shrank violently, fear overflowed from his eyes, and crazily swept through his body. His limbs and bones were extremely cold, as if he had fallen into an extremely cold glacier.

He had difficulty breathing, his face turned as red as a monkey's butt, and he said in a pretentious manner: "You... you can't do this to me... You will definitely not let go of my sect leader after you kill him!"

Mu Changying stood behind him, the cold light in his eyes was sharp and cold, and the strength in his hands gradually increased.

Her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pupils were as bright as black grapes with a smile without any warmth, "But... we have no intention of killing you~"

The girl had a soft voice. As soon as she finished speaking, the dagger was cut off on her finger. She felt severe pain all over her body and let out a shrill wail.

“Ahhhhh——”

His face was twisted and ferocious, like a desperate beast imprisoned in a cage.

Moving his eyes downward, he saw that one of the fingers that had just pinched someone had been chopped off.

The flesh and blood tumbled, the fingers fell off and fell to the ground, and bright red blood dripped on the ground drop by drop.

Under the bright moonlight, the vermilion blood had a strange aura.

Rong Moyuan's eyes fell on the fingers on the ground, with a cold expression on his face, "It's so dirty."

He took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the blood on the dagger.

His expression was painful, and his eyes were filled with scarlet red, like shining rubies.

"Ahhhhh...you...you dare to cut off my fingers?"

These two people are simply devils for actually doing such a crazy and despicable thing.

His body, which was originally imprisoned, began to struggle and resist, almost to the point of death.

"It's so noisy." The shrill scream almost penetrated the eardrums, and Mu Changying's face was stained with a hint of impatience.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, showing a hint of cruelty, and grabbed his other wrist, pulling it back vigorously.

"Ahhhh...it hurts..."

Late at night, the suburbs of Mingdu City were silent and deserted, and the sharp voice sounded like the cry of a ghost.

I can clearly feel that the bones and bone joints are detaching bit by bit.

The pain of being torn apart by an external force tugged on his nerves, and his brain was buzzing.

"Snapped--"

A tight string in his head was broken, his arm was dislocated and hung empty in his sleeve.

"Look at you, why are you in such a miserable state?"

Mu Changying's right hand pinched his neck, and her voice was gentle and delicate, but it made people feel that what she was spitting out was cold blood.

"Forgive...get around me...I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have let my men sneak into Rong Mansion."

"Second Master, Mrs. Rong, please let me go...I won't dare to do it next time."

The burly man's eyes flickered, and he cried with tears and snot in his nose. It was disgusting.

Rong Liyuan noticed the hatred in the other person's eyes that he tried hard to hide, and the hostility around him increased instead of decreasing, "You made a mistake, and you need to pay the price."

The dagger was wiped clean and held in his hand, his thumb lightly scratching the sharp tip.

As long as the hand exerts a little force, the skin will be ripped open and the blood will drip.

Mu Changying looked at him, filled with resentment but unable to fight back. The teasing in her eyes deepened, "The mistake you made is unforgivable."

She took out a folded triangle bag from her pocket and opened it slightly to reveal a small amount of basket-colored powder.