Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1781: Tooth for Tooth, Tortured
  Until all the nerves in Aoying collapsed and collapsed.

Zhang Yan was a little amused when he saw Aoying begging for mercy.

He suddenly didn't want to kill Yao Ying so quickly.

Zhang Yan just wanted to watch Aoying's inner defenses being shattered bit by bit, until he looked ridiculous in the end without even being a scumbag left.

The way they all excitedly picked up the knife and came to chop Zhang Yan was still etched in Zhang Yan's mind.

Don't they all want to drive him to death?

Well, Zhang Yan just doesn't stop doing anything and kills them all.

This is called a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.

Zhang Yan looked again in front of Aoying's eyes.

Tuo Ying, who was suffering, picked up the pearl necklace in his hand and put it around his neck honestly.

Aoying's tears were like broken pearls, falling one by one on the pearl necklace.

Soaking the pearl necklace makes it more beautiful and thorough.

Zhang Yan recovered his body.

Use the God-killing Spear to pick up Aoying's fan.

Throw and catch.

Zhang Yan held Aoying's fan in his hand.

Move down the fan, and all the sharp blades in the fan will be revealed.

Aoying is now ashamed.

"Is this how it is used? Second Prince."

"This fan of yours is really wonderful."

"It's ordinary when you first see it, but it turns out there are so many things to pay attention to when you open it."

"You said that this fan doesn't work hard in your hand. It's such a waste of such a good treasure."

"Tell me, I'll use it to slit your neck and let the blade taste blood."

"I don't think Prince Ao will refuse. Oh, if it's not a refusal, he won't treat his fan badly."

"Am I right?"

I feel like crying but no more tears. Now his whole face was stained with tears.

Tired of crying, Naoying's spirit was still suffering.

Ao Ying was already thinking of dying, so it would be better to kill him with a sword.

However, Zhang Yan was not willing to torture Yao Ying to death easily. He kept his face expressionless and his eyes blank as he endured the torture.

With Zhang Yan's force, the knife of the fan was inserted into Aoying's thigh.

"what--"

All the nerves stood up in response to the pain, and all the pain was transferred to the thigh.

Naoying's thigh was immediately covered in blood.

Aoying looked at his thigh that was bleeding continuously, and tears flowed down again.

"sorry Sorry."

Aoying cried loudly.

"Let me go please."

Aoying couldn't bear it anymore.

His thighs were shaking like a sieve.

Ao Ying felt that he was going to die from this.

"Then tell me the truth, who sent you to spread false news to me and lure me here to silence me."

"I was wondering why there are still people in Beihai who hate me so much."

"When did I, Zhang Yan, become a thorn in other people's eyes and a thorn in their flesh, and I have to use my life to resolve this hatred?"

Zhang Yan's voice was filled with anger.

"Ohh Ohh ohh."

Nao Ying pursed his lips, leaving only a string of sobs.

He no longer knew whether he was suffering from psychological fear or physical pain.

Anyway, in front of Zhang Yan, Yaoying has completely lost the prestige of the Beihai Prince.

Ao Ying, who had just shouted that he wanted to kill Zhang Yan, was almost the same person.

"Don't tell me!"

Zhang Yan increased the weight of the knife in his hand.

Aoying's weapon was made strangely.

Due to the curvature of the fan, it is extremely torturous for the barrel to enter a person's body.

It was obvious that Duoying had never been punished like this, and he shook his head in pain.

(End of this chapter)