"What are you doing?" Mechelle couldn't help but take a step back. She didn't have a good impression of this man with snake eyes.
Tuo glanced at her lightly, then picked up the glass of juice and poured it on the ground.
"You don't have to worry about what Sister Wanqing drinks."
Mechelle's face turned pale. How could he tell that she had secretly added something inside?
"Do you know that you look very ugly, so ugly that every time I see you, I want to punch your face in?"
, after saying that, a dagger suddenly appeared in Tuo's hand. He stepped forward, grabbed her, and dragged her to the corner, with the blade pressed against the side of her face.
"You...what do you want to do?"
Tuo sneered: "I heard that you have had plastic surgery, but I have to say that that plastic surgeon is really the biggest idiot in the world. Of course, Luo Xichen, who made you look like this, is also an out-and-out idiot."
Mecehelle's whole body was trembling, and she felt fatal fear from this man.
"It's a pity that Sister Wan Qing loves that fool to death. As a good brother, although I have no choice but to help that fool erase the stain."
After saying that, Tuo suddenly covered Michelle's mouth, and then raised the knife in his hand. In an instant, he had already made more than a dozen cuts on her face. Each cut was neither too deep nor too shallow, and it happened to be just right.
to the point of scarring.
Michelle wanted to scream, and she wanted to roar in pain, but she couldn't make any sound. There was only one thought in her mind: her face was ruined, her face was going to be ruined!
"It's useless, Mr. Tuo." At this moment, a somewhat submissive voice sounded from behind.
Tuo turned around in confusion and saw a small and exquisite girl wearing a maid outfit. She looked like a pure European Barbie doll coming out of the locker.
He had seen this girl, she seemed to be named Sissi, and she was Mechelle's personal maid. Several times, he saw Mechelle torture this little maid in very cruel ways.
"I know there is a way to make wounds that cannot be healed even if they undergo plastic surgery."
Tuo raised his eyebrows with interest: "Oh? How to do it?"
"Pinch your fingers between two blades, and then slide them down. There is no way to sew two cuts in such a short distance." Sissi is about fifteen or sixteen years old and very small. She is a real loli.
Even the voice is thin and tender.
She always raised her head when talking to him.
The moment she raised her head, Tuo saw the mottled bruises on her neck and collarbone, as well as the mottled whip marks on her exposed arms.
"Is that a blade?" He often carries some small props commonly used in assassinations.
Tuo took out two blades and handed them to Sissi. He looked at her intently with his dark red eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Come here."
Like the devil's temptation, Sissi stretched out her somewhat rough hands towards the pair of blades, and drew them one after another under Mechelle's fearful gaze.
A faint smile appeared on Tuo's lips, and he gently rubbed Sissy's little head with his other hand: "You did a good job."
After saying that, he aimed at the back of Mechelle's neck and slashed it with his palm. The woman was like a puddle of blood-stained mud and collapsed to the ground.
And from the beginning to the end, the little maid named Sissi was smiling, her eyes were clear, and there was not even a trace of fear that she should have.