I Hate Her, Wish She Goes To Hell 13

I want that pair of dogs and men to be like me ... No, I want to make them a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times worse than me, I can't wait for them to go to hell! the woman wailed hysterically.

Each sound is louder than the hatred before, and each word is clenched between the teeth, as if it had exhausted all the forces of her life.

Jiuyin watched the woman fall into despair without any waves.

Those eyes of hers were too calm, too indifferent, as if nothing could provoke her to the slightest fluctuation, cold-blooded and chilling.

"Do you want revenge?" The voice came slowly like flowing water, and it was especially clear in this cell.

The woman's expression was stagnant, she raised her head and looked at Jiuyin who was opening her mouth, but there was a trace of expectation in her mocking tone: "Of course it is, is it possible?"

What if she is still alive?

Could she be Feng Qingyun's opponent?

Not to mention if she can escape the royal battle palace, the iron chain that has trapped her for two years ... If she doesn't have the key, she can't open it. Is there any other possibility besides waiting? His death of her?

Hearing this, Jiuyin did not speak, a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were dark and deep, bright and irrational, looking very cold.

Following slim Baizhe's fingertips, he tugged lightly.

The white chess between her fingers suddenly separated from the nine-toned fingertips, and the white chess surface emitted dazzling light and struck the woman's limbs in an arc in midair.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The sound of the four chains being cut by sharp blades rang out at the same time, especially crisp.

The flesh and blood were pierced by the sharp steel wire, and at the same time as the iron chain was cut, the steel wire pierced into the flesh and blood was also suddenly drawn from the meat. it made the aching woman tear and cry.

Jiuyin's slender jade hand turned and he withdrew the white chess.

"Your enmity has nothing to do with me, I will let you go, can you leave the Palace of the War King alive, leave your destiny?" Jiuyin looked at the woman indifferently and turned around.

Under the dark

I vaguely see her cold and distant back, her gestures and gestures reveal her dignity, and her dignity is so dignified that she does not have the guts to look directly.

"You ... who are you?"

The woman crouched on the ground in pain. Before recovering from the shock, she heard the sound of her footsteps fading, resisting the painful sensation in her limbs, she gritted her teeth and asked.

Hearing the sound coming from behind, Jiuyin's footsteps stopped slightly.

In the light of the chess face, the arch of her face seemed to be surrounded by a halo, a bit hazy, and she could not see the facial features under her veil.

Only the vermilion mole on her forehead was unusually clear, and it was a strange place.

Her eyes were half-narrowed and the corners of her mouth curved in a shallow arc, which seemed a bit cold and somewhat non-shocking: "Blood beauty!"

A vermilion mole on her forehead is a beauty mole.

Back then, due to a single prayer, she relentlessly washed the entire hidden family with blood, and when she looked away, bright red blood covered the entire land.

Under the moonlight, he wore a white dress and crowned her forever, with a world famous face that shook all worlds, that's why she had this terrifying title.

Devil, devil and beauty moles, beauty is in the city.

Take care of the chaotic heart, then take care of the soul!

The sound coming out of my ears is soft, like a clear spring in summer, it can calm all the unwillingness and resentment in people's hearts.

Along with this voice that was leaving, the sound of distant and gradual footsteps was also heard.

"Blood beauty, right?" The woman raised her head and leaned in the direction Jiuyin had gone, moving her lips and whispering.