Yun Luan's eyes flashed with cold light. She pressed the cold and sharp dagger against his face and scolded him in a cold voice: "Then have you ever thought about those dead Yun family soldiers?" , those young soldiers, what did they do wrong? Just because they are humble and insignificant, just because they are insignificant, can they become pawns in your struggle for power and gain and can be sacrificed at will? "

"How innocent are they? You killed them so cruelly for your own selfish desires. Xiao Xuanrui, this is all your sin... Even if I cut you into pieces, it won't be enough to offset the sin you committed."

"With more than 100,000 lives, I really want to put more than 100,000 scars on you. Unfortunately, I don't have so much time to waste on you. A knife is worth ten thousand, Xiao Xuanrui, just enjoy it. Bar."

As soon as she finished speaking, the first knife was slashed towards Xiao Xuanrui's face.

Xiao Xuanrui wailed and screamed, his body couldn't help but tremble and roar, his eyes were scarlet and he stared at Yun Luan.

"Yunluan, if you dare to hurt me, I will never let you go."

Yun Luan sneered: "You can't defeat me alive, let alone dead. Xiao Xuanrui, did you ever know that I am the one who died once?"

Another knife stabbed and slashed his face.

From the end of the eyebrow to the chin, bright blood rushed out of the wound.

Xiao Xuanrui was in pain and roared hysterically.

He couldn't help shouting outside: "Come here, Yun Luan wants to kill me. She is Yun Luan, the protector princess of Nan Chu. She is from Nan Chu. She lurked in the Liang Kingdom. She has other plans. Tu, please arrest her quickly and bring her to justice."

Yun Luan felt that his voice was extremely noisy and made her brain hurt, so she opened Xiao Xuanrui's mouth without saying a word and cut his tongue with a knife.

The third knife cut off half of Xiao Xuanrui's tongue.

Xiao Xuanrui was so painful that he couldn't help but roll on the ground. He covered his bleeding tongue, as if he was in purgatory on earth.

No matter how much he wailed and shouted, there was no movement outside.

He was completely desperate.

Is he really going to die today?

He never thought that he would die in Yun Luan's hands.

Yun Luan held the blood-stained knife in his hand and watched Xiao Xuanrui rolling and wailing indifferently.

Until his howling voice became hoarse.

Then she knelt down again and pinched Xiao Xuanrui's wrist hard with her slender palms.

"Originally, after Ayan captured you, he asked Song Hui to cut off your hands and hamstrings and then deal with it with my own hands. Unfortunately, Princess Nihuang rescued you and allowed you to escape. However, it should be yours. , no matter how long it takes, you can’t escape.”

"Xiao Xuanrui, I'm going to let you taste the pain of having your hands and legs broken. My eldest brother and my second brother have both lost their right arms. You can't go to hell with such a healthy body..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she cut off Xiao Xuanrui's wrist with a knife.

One stroke of the knife cut off Xiao Xuanrui's entire palm without any hesitation, and then the other one.

After the two palms were cut off.

Yun Luan didn't even blink, and with all his strength, he cut off his legs again.

Xiao Xuanrui was so painful that he fainted.

Countless amounts of blood flowed out from the wound. Yun Luan stood there and just watched, the blood spurted out like a spring.

There was a hint of relief in her eyes.

Thinking of the pain and despair Xiao Xuanrui suffered in her previous life, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

She raised her sleeves and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Holding the blood-stained dagger tightly, he slowly squatted down.

She held the hilt of the dagger and pointed the tip straight at Xiao Xuanrui's chest.

With these last few cuts, she wanted to pierce his heart.

She thought that from now on, Xiao Xuanrui would no longer exist in this world.

All her hatred and resentment will disappear with his death.

Yun Luan couldn't help but raise his head and look at the top of the tent.

She curled her lips and couldn't help but smile softly: "Father, you should be able to rest in peace, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her eyes, held the handle of the knife and plunged it into Xiao Xuanrui's chest.

Xiao Xuanrui, who was originally unconscious, woke up from the pain due to the stabbing of the knife. His eyes widened and he watched in horror as Yun Luan held the dagger and plunged it into his chest.

Yun Luan curled her lips and smiled sinisterly.

She pulled out the dagger again, then stabbed it again, and stabbed it in again.

Blood spurted out, all spraying on Yun Luan's face.

Yun Luan didn't care at all. She just stared at Xiao Xuanrui's eyes and said word by word: "Xiao Xuanrui, I am a ghost who crawled out of hell. You must not be able to figure out why I used to like you so much. How can I change it? Where is it?"

"You can't imagine how stupid I was in my previous life for you. Because of my love for you, not only my father died, but also my mother, eldest brother, second brother, second sister-in-law, third sister and fifth brother. They all died. Already."

Xiao Xuanrui was in a daze for a while, what past life? What did Yun Luan mean?

When did he harm her mother and other members of her family?

Isn't his father the only person in the general's mansion who is missing?

Why did she say that all her family members were dead?

Xiao Xuanrui used all his strength to stare into Yun Luan's eyes. Blood spurted out of his mouth. Even though half of his tongue was cut off, he still asked Yun Luan: "Uuuuu... wuqian" …What does it mean to be… in a previous life?”

Yun Luan wiped the blood from her face and pulled out the dagger again. She suddenly smiled and said, "If you want to know the answer, go to hell and ask."

Another knife was thrust in hard.

Xiao Xuanrui's breathing was rapid and he couldn't say another word. He just stared at Yun Luan with his eyes wide open...

Suddenly, a strange picture appeared in front of his eyes.

In the dilapidated Buddhist hall, there was a body as stooped as an old woman, kneeling in front of a futon.

With her chapped palms, she gently flicked the string of Buddhist beads hanging on her hands.

Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a rusty string.

"Bless me, Bodhisattva, and keep my mother and brother safe."

Suddenly a tearing cough escaped from her mouth.

Her entire throat felt like it had been split open with a knife and an ax, and the pain was heartbreaking.

A mouthful of blood gushes out from his throat and spurts into his palm.

She stared blankly at the bright blood in her palms. The blood in her palms was like a vast ocean, reflecting her haggard outline.

She is obviously only twenty-one or twelve years old, so why does she look as old as a sixty-year-old woman?

Xiao Xuanrui stood blankly at the door, watching this dazzling scene.
Chapter completed!