The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 209 208: Stripping Yaoyao's face

Ye Ruoxi was silent for a moment, let go, and snorted coldly: "This place is remote and quiet, and Yun Ranyue is not in the imperial capital now, even if my concubine kills you, he will not be able to find me for revenge for a while."

Nan Zhuohua took a deep breath, and waited until his chest was free before saying, "No matter when, Yueya'er will avenge me one day sooner or later."

"That's right," Ye Ruoxi seemed to be gnashing her teeth, slightly raised her chin, with a condescending look, raised her hand to pinch Nan Zhuohua's chin, looked at her small face, with a glint in her eyes, "I'm really curious , Why does Yun Ranyue love you so much, a young girl, why does he love you so much?"

When she was in the palace, she heard about Yun Ranyue's love for her.

You can't beat, you can't scold, you are so delicate!

Nan Zhuohua's unruly eyes met her: "Because Yue Ya'er likes me, that's why she treats me well."

like?

Ye Ruoxi sneered coldly, a little girl who knows what liking is!

She took out a dagger with a cold light, extremely sharp, and whispered: "Don't worry, this concubine will not take your life directly, that would be too much fun." The cold tip of the blade slapped Nan Zhuohua's cheek twice, She smiled, the corners of her eyes were full of viciousness, like a snake and scorpion, "This concubine wants to peel off your face, and after peeling off your face, this concubine will let you go."

Her purpose is not to take her life, but to peel off her face.

The sharp blade slowly slid across her face, Nan Zhuohua's slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a butterfly flapping lightly, she was quiet, motionless, and she was not afraid of the edge of the blade gesticulating on her face.

With a calm tone, she asked crisply, "Why did you peel off my face? You don't like my face so much?" Her dark pupils were like splashed ink, staring at Ye Ruoxi quietly, "It's because she looks so similar to Feng Yao ?”

Ye Ruoxi raised her hand in vain, pinching her delicate cheeks, Nan Zhuohua was forced to raise her small face to look at her, clearly seeing the disgust and anger in her eyes.

She bit her words seriously, her eyes were dark: "Don't mention that dead bitch to me again, and don't speak to me in this tone, you are exactly like that bitch."

The same skin, the same tone, the same composure.

It reminded her that when she used the soul-decapitating nail to penetrate that bitch's heart, it was obviously very painful, but she was so calm and calm.

She took the dagger and pierced through her bones fiercely, stabbing her body dozens of times, leaving blood holes all over her body, but she, even so, did not break a single bone of her pride.

It's really hateful!
She still remembers the way that bitch looked at her before she died, with disdain, contempt, and rebelliousness, as if she was the one who was tortured.

She thought that after that bitch died, no one would block her eyes like this again, but she never expected to meet such a little girl with the same face, the same temperament, and she hated the same thing to the bone.

Ye Ruoxi let go of her cheeks, unabashedly disgusted and spurned, "Your face is really disgusting to look at, if you don't take off your face, this concubine will have long nights and nightmares day and night."

What nightmare?Was it Feng Yao who came to demand her life?

Nan Zhuohua raised his eyes, staring at her face lightly, "It just so happens that I see your face is also very disgusting, and I want to peel off your face."

Not only did Ye Ruoxi hate her face, but she also hated Ye Ruoxi's long face when she saw Ye Ruoxi's long face. The hatred from the bottom of her heart seemed like she had some deep hatred with her in the previous life.
Even though he is in a dangerous situation now, Nan Zhuohua is still so calm and calm in the face of danger.

Ye Ruoxi hated itching.

He really looks like that bitch!
I don't cry when I see the coffin.

Always so stubborn and arrogant, Ye Ruoxi couldn't help tearing up the calmness in her body, wanted to see her in pain, wanted to see her kneeling and begging for mercy, wanted to see her panicked.

The more calm and indifferent she was, the more insane Ye Ruoxi became. She stood up suddenly, kicked Nan Zhuohua's chest, and kicked her to the ground.

Ye Ruoxi's face was as ferocious as a ghost's, and his eyes were about to split open: "Little bitch, don't you have a lot of backbone? After a while, this concubine will peel off your face first, and then let you taste the torture that Feng Yao suffered back then, piercing your heart." Eviscerate, this concubine wants to see, which of the two of you has more backbone and ability!"

Nan Zhuohua was lying on the ground covered with hay, with fishy sweetness overflowing from his throat, which she swallowed.

With a pale complexion, slightly pale lips, and beautiful almond eyes with a bit of brilliance, she lay curled up on the ground, like a broken doll.

Seeing her silent appearance, Ye Ruoxi felt happy. The little girl in front of her seemed to see the old Feng Yao prostrate at her feet.

She laughed wildly: "Little bitch, beg me, beg me on your knees, and I will let you go."

I really want to see what it feels like to kneel in front of Feng Yao and beg for mercy with a face exactly like Feng Yao's.

Nan Zhuohua was indifferent, her small body couldn't help trembling slightly, she was so cold, too cold.

Even though it is spring now, the night wind in this jungle is still biting.

Tired, she slowly closed her eyes, and there was a flash of golden light in her eyes.

"Since you don't beg for mercy, don't blame my concubine for not giving you a chance," Ye Ruoxi slowly squatted down with a sinister smile on her red lips, and then picked up the dagger again, "Wait for this concubine to take your dagger away." Peel off your face, it's too late for you to beg for mercy."

The dagger with a cold light in his hand slowly approached Nan Zhuohua's small face, Ye Ruoxi smiled faintly, enjoying himself a bit.

She wants to try what it feels like to peel the skin off her face inch by inch.

Why didn't I expect to experience it on that bitch Feng Yao, if only I could peel off her stunning skin back then.

Nan Zhuohua's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she could feel the blade getting closer to her, but she was so cold and tired, her eyelids were so heavy, and the kick on her chest hurt so badly, she wanted to resist, but her body didn't a little strength.

The cold dagger was stuck to the face, and suddenly the tip of his heart trembled. Nan Zhuohua suddenly opened his eyes, and the light golden pupils gleamed.

"Ouch-"

Coincidentally, a pack of wolves howled outside.

Ye Ruoxi stopped holding the dagger, her eyes sank, and she immediately turned her head to look out the window, ignoring Nan Zhuohua's light golden eyes
The cold wind was blowing outside the window, and the wild wolf stood on the top of the mountain, howling at the bright moon.

It seems that someone is coming.

Ye Ruoxi put away the dagger, quickly grabbed Nan Zhuohua into his arms, and flew out of the hut.

The moon outside is very round and big, because they are on a cliff, very close to the full moon above their heads.

The moonlight is clear and bright, and it is pouring out, and the surrounding layers of dense forests are covered with sparkling lights.

Ye Ruoxi hugged Nan Zhuohua and flew across the woods. In front of him, suddenly a snow-colored figure stood on the top of a tree.

That snow-coloured figure, wearing the stars and the moon, stood quietly facing the wind in the treetops, with the clothes fluttering, like a banished fairy coming to the world.

Ye Ruoxi was shocked: "The clouds dye the moon?!"

(End of this chapter)