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

Rong Suyuan gently patted his face with a cold dagger.

With the back of the knife pressed, Qi Yan's limbs became weak, and the fear in his heart surged like a tide.

Rong Moyuan turned his hand, and the back of the knife turned into the tip, which was sharp and emitted a cold light.

With a gentle slide on his face, a small red mark appeared, and a trace of blood overflowed.

"Uh huh..." Qi Yan didn't dare to struggle, fearing that he would fall under the tip of the knife with just a little effort.

Endless fear shrouded his heart, and shadows filled the surroundings, following him like a shadow.

Rong Moyuan's face was expressionless, and he gently scratched his face with the knife without haste.

He didn't rush to strike, as if he was silently breaking down the opponent's psychological defense.

"..."

The longer the time passed, the more fear grew in Qi Yan's heart.

His forehead was covered with sweat, his hair was stuck in clumps, his clothes were as torn as a beggar on the street, and he was in a miserable state.

"A Yuan, cutting your tongue is pointless."

Mu Changying put down the hand holding her chin, sat on the chair and gently shook her feet.

Hearing this, the darkness in Rong Liyuan's eyes disappeared, and he played with the dagger in his hand carelessly, "What good idea does Yingbao have?"

After escaping from the hands of death again, Qi Yan suffered so much that he became weak.

He leaned against the wall, his eyes falling on Mu Changying, struggling with hatred like prayer.

"I thought of an interesting way to play." She jumped down from her seat, patted her butt, put her hands behind her back, and jumped up to Qi Yan.

She blinked her eyelashes lightly and put her little hand on his pulse to auscultate.

The pulse beats normally, nothing unusual.

After observing for a while, I suddenly discovered that there was something faintly different from ordinary people in his body.

This situation is very similar to the prisoner last time, but it is a little different.

It seems... there is a Gu worm hidden in his body, but it is not an ordinary Gu worm.

Mu Changying put down her little hand and said, "Ayuan, the female worm is in his body."

The female worm in his body did not harm him. If it were not the mother, this would not be the case.

"It seems... you are a Gu farmer in Tianyin Sect? You are willing to spend a lot of money to raise Gu with your body."

Can she actually see it?

Qi Yan's pupils widened, and his originally weak head lifted up with a pop.

"I just don't know...whether the Gu worms you raised will recognize you."

Mu Changying twisted a small piece of hair around her fingers and played with it, staring at him thoughtfully.

Qi Yan was horrified and ignored the huge pain in his body. He stared at her without blinking, "You...what...you...mean?"

He had an intuition in his heart that the method this woman came up with must be extremely vicious.

"..."

Sensing this gaze, Rong Liyuan frowned slightly and looked at Qi Yan with eyes as cold as ice.

Not only the tongue must be cut off, but the eyeballs should also be dug out.

The cold gaze made Qi Yan tremble all over, and he raised his head stiffly.

Rong Moyuan lowered his head and looked at the girl next to him, with tenderness in his eyes, "Just do whatever Yingbao wants to do."

No matter what she wants to do, he will support her like never before.

Mu Changying glanced at Qi Yan and said in a soft voice, "What am I going to do? You will know soon."

I don’t know if the voodoo in his body is more powerful, or the little voodoo that passed through her hands is better?

Thinking of this, her eyes shone brightly.

Mu Changying calmed down and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "A Yuan, wait for me here. I'll be back soon."

She waved her little hand, turned around and trotted out of the dungeon.