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Chapter 700 I want Luo Ziyan to die!

Wannian Ice Cave.

Located in the north of the imperial city, is a towering snow mountain.

According to Nangong Feihuang, his father was locked in this snow mountain.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of the Nangong family, Luo Ziyan greeted Nangong Feihuang, saying that she was going to retreat and prepare for the soul book two days later.

For the next two days, Luo Ziyan's room will be closed, and no one will come to harass her.

The night was overwhelming.

Luo Ziyan recovered from the samadhi, her eyes were shining brightly.

"Master, is there anyone around?"

"No."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Luo Ziyan curled her lips, quickly left the room, and quietly slipped out of Nangong's house under the cover of Di Xuanqing.

When Luo Ziyan just slipped out of Nangong's house, a certain dungeon in Nangong's house let out a roar.

The dark dungeon was filled with a strong medicinal fragrance, and the roars echoed endlessly, making the dungeon look very strange.

Nangong Feixiong stood in the middle of the dungeon, looking at the shadow of the book soaked in the medicine bucket, with an indifferent expression on his face, without any ripples.

Shuying's complexion changed from the original paleness to a ghastly paleness.

The scar on his face from being stepped on by Luo Ziyan hasn't healed yet, looking horrifying.

He is now enduring inhuman pain, feeling that his body is covered with ants, constantly gnawing away at his own flesh and bone marrow.

He felt like he couldn't take it anymore!
"Shuying, remember who made you like this." Nangong Feixiong's eyes flashed a stern light, and he said in a deep voice: "If you want to die with humiliation, I can help you. But, if If you want to take revenge, return the humiliation you have suffered, and return your anger a hundredfold, then stick with me."

Shuying stared at Nangong Feixiong with blurred eyes. "I want revenge, I want Luo Ziyan to die."

"I can not hear clearly."

"I want revenge, I want Luo Ziyan to die!"

Shuying's voice was hoarse, and even breathing felt like a knife was piercing his lungs, which was very uncomfortable.

"Oh, this is your determination?" Nangong Feixiong curled his lips and said mockingly: "I really want to kill you for a waste like you, it will save you a little pain."

Shuying's pupils shrank, and his eyes were so angry that they seemed to ooze blood, and then exhausted all his strength, endured the pain in his heart, and roared: "I want Luo Ziyan to die!!"

Nangong Feixiong hooked the corners of his lips, showing a cruel smile, "It's not too bad."

"The medicine is old, double the dose."

A stooped old man next to him said with a shocked expression: "Master, double the dose, I'm afraid Mr. Shuying won't be able to bear it."

"If you can't bear it, then you just die." Nangong Feixiong's eyes sank, and he said indifferently: "I, Nangong Feixiong, don't need waste."

"Yao Lao..." Shuying looked at Yao Lao, and said in a hoarse voice: "Double the dose!"

"Sir Shuying..."

"I'll make you double!!" Shuying roared angrily, "I want Luo Ziyan to die!!"

Yao Lao gritted his teeth, and then poured some liquid medicine into the wooden barrel.

As the liquid medicine was poured in, Shuying's eyes widened, and the corners of his eyes were about to be torn, and the pain was even stronger than before.

However, he must bear it.

Nangong Feixiong squinted his eyes, watching Shuying screaming in pain, but he never compromised, and felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart.

(End of this chapter)