The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 192 Break Her Arm, Break His Four Fingers

The sound of "hissing" the clothes being torn and shredded was extremely abrupt in the cell.

The rags of the imperial concubine's dress fell like blood-soaked snowflakes.

Fengqian Yayu clenched her hands tightly and bit her lower lip lightly. Even if she died, she would never be defiled by that bastard Xuanyuan Yihong.

Scum, Duck King, she, Feng Qianya, will never let him go.

At this time, her lower lip had already been bitten to the point of bleeding, her face was blushing, as if she was about to bleed, and the fire in her body was burning more and more intensely, as if it was going to burn her bone marrow and meridians, and turn her into ashes.

There was fine sweat on her forehead and face, the tip of her nose was upturned, and the slender green feathers were stained with crystal drops of sweat, but it carried a fatal temptation.

Xuanyuan Yihong bit her neck like crazy, the pain coexisted with that special feeling that she hated.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Yihong stopped, his fierce eyes stared at her fiercely, his fingers stroked her face, and he said in a wicked and fierce voice: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? This king What I gave you is not an ordinary love potion, except for having sex with a man, you can’t get rid of the poison, please beg me, as long as you ask me, I will make you comfortable.”

Feng Qianya narrowed her apricot eyes slightly, her chilling gaze shot at him like a sharp sword, and a coquettish smile was drawn on the corner of her lips, "Please? Why? Is a beast worthy of Feng Qianya's begging?"

"Feng Qianya..." Xuanyuan Yihong's gaze turned hard, and he squeezed her sharp jaw with his big hand, as if about to crush her, his movements were extremely rude.

His actions made Feng Qianya frowned, the manjusawa bloomed coquettishly between her brows, and the smile on her lips became more and more glamorous.

Xuanyuan Yihong stared fiercely at the beautiful and enchanting smile on her face, he felt a heat in his body, and evil light shot out from his eyes.

He lowered his head and wanted to kiss Feng Qianya's lips, but Feng Qianya dodged her head.

Seeing her dodging, Xuanyuan Yihong held her face with both hands, fixed it in front of his eyes, and was about to kiss her, when a teasing and charming voice came from behind, "My lord..."

Hearing the voice, Xuanyuan Yihong stopped, turned around, smiled wickedly, and pulled the person who called him into his arms.

Feng Qianya bit her lower lip tightly, using the pain to stimulate her to stay rational, she raised her eyes, but saw that it was her younger sister Feng Qianyu who called Xuanyuan Yihong.

"My lord, what are you going to do with her? Why don't you cut her into pieces and cut off her flesh piece by piece?" Feng Qianyu leaned against Xuanyuan Yihong's arms, her card was still bitten by a dog. Trace's face is full of charm, but his eyes are looking at Feng Qianya with a hint of viciousness.

After Feng Qianyu finished speaking in a soft voice, she swayed and walked in front of Feng Qianya, with a hard look, she raised her hand and slapped Feng Qianya on the face.

"Snapped……"

Feng Qianyu slapped Feng Qianyu with great strength, and her voice was loud, and Feng Qianya's face, which was already red and bleeding, was a little swollen because of this slap.

"Pa..." Feng Qianyu's eyes turned hard, and she slapped Feng Qianya's face again, this time it was heavier than the last slap, Feng Qianya's face was forced to one side because of her slap , the half of the face that was slapped was red and swollen.

She stared at her with sharp eyes like a sword, and a coquettish smile like a poppy was drawn on the corner of her lips, "Very good, two slaps, continue."

"You... my good sister, since you like to be slapped, my sister will give you a blessing now." Feng Qianyu looked at Feng Qianya with a look of disdain and finished speaking, raising her hand to slap her down, her wrist was caught by Xuanyuan Yihong caught.

"My lord..." She called out in a soft voice, and looked at Xuanyuan Yihong with a puzzled look on her face.

Xuanyuan Yihong pulled her into his arms, tore off the shackles around her waist with his big white hands, bit her earlobe, and said in an evil voice: "You beat her like this, but you woke her up. The king asked you to come to torture her for the king."

After saying that, Xuanyuan Yihong lowered his head, kissed Feng Qianyu's lips frantically, and took off the dress on her body in a few strokes with his big white hands.

Pushing her down on the ground, after a while, the two of them staged a lively~chun~gong in front of Feng Qianya.

Feng Qianya looked at the two people who had no scruples in front of her eyes, and the heat in her body became more and more unbearable for her.

At this time, she was already sweating like rain, and crystal beads of sweat slid down her blood-dripping face, and her loose black hair was already wet with sweat, sticking to her body, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Her consciousness faded little by little, and her whole body became weaker and weaker as if she had collapsed.

Just when she had the last trace of consciousness left, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her pink lips parted slightly, "Little... baby, come out... come out."

After she finished speaking, the purple gold ring on her ring finger emitted a golden light, and in a split second, the golden light disappeared, and the Hongluan Sword flew out from the ring.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya's eyebrows were stained with a smile, "Little... baby, cut off the iron chain on my feet, quickly..."

Hongluan Baojian seemed to understand her words, twisted the sword body, gathered enough energy, rushed forward, and cut off the iron chain on Feng Qianya's feet with a "ding".

Immediately, Hongluan's sword cut off the thick rope that bound her hands.

Seeing this, the two people who were doing the piston movement suddenly stopped.

"Xuanyuan Yihong, you... your time of death has arrived." Feng Qianya held the Hongluan sword in her hand, but because she was poisoned by the love potion, her eyes were infatuated, and her body was weak and weak, but she still did not weaken her. The domineering in the words.

As the words fell, Feng Qianya turned her wrist, and the Hongluan sword in her hand swiped across the air, and the scarlet sword energy shot at Xuanyuan Yihong and Feng Qianyu.

"You can't hurt this king." Xuanyuan Yihong said while looking at Feng Qianya fiercely, grabbed Feng Qianyu who was still in love with him just now, and blocked him mercilessly.

And Feng Qianyu didn't have any internal martial arts strength, and when she was shot by the scarlet sword energy, her face changed drastically, and she opened her mouth to spurt out a big mouthful of blood.

Her body staggered and fell to the ground.

Feng Qianya narrowed her apricot eyes slightly, and shot her piercing eyes, her lips curled up into a beautiful smile, comparable to a poppy, she moved her lips slightly, "Feng Qianyu, I said... I will not offend you if you don't offend me, You... asked for this."

After saying those words, she swung the Red Luan Sword in her hand, and mercilessly chopped off Feng Qianyu's hand that just slapped her.

"Ah..." Feng Qianyu cried out in pain, and the blood gushed out from the broken arm like a flood.

She covered the broken arm with one hand, her face was pale, she lay in a pool of blood, and fainted to death on the ground.

"Dog, it's your turn." Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows lightly, with a coquettish smile on her lips, raised the red luan sword in her hand, and stabbed Xuanyuan Yihong.

But because of the love potion, she only had the last sliver of consciousness left, her whole body was weak, her walking was even more unsteady, she staggered, and her vision gradually blurred. At this time, even if she held the Hongluan sword, she couldn't hurt her martial arts skills. Xuanyuan Yihong was not injured in any way.

Suddenly, her body softened, and the Hongluan sword in her hand fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Yihong laughed wildly, "Haha...Feng Qianya, you still want to kill me, do you still have the ability now?"

Xuanyuan Yihong said in a terrified voice, and approached Feng Qianya.

At this time, Feng Qianya, who was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, grabbed the Hongluan sword and stabbed Xuanyuan Yihong's chest.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Yihong hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the Hongluan sword, and his palm was cut and bleeding by the Hongluan sword.

At this moment, Feng Qianya was trying her last bit of strength to stab Xuanyuan Yihong's chest, but she was getting weaker and weaker because Xuanyuan Yihong was holding the sword end, so she couldn't stab into his chest.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya's almond eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze froze, and the smile on her lips was as beautiful as a poppy. She tightly grasped the hilt of Hongluan's sword, and suddenly, she turned her bright wrist, and the blade of the sword faced He slashed down and chopped off vigorously, only to see four bloody fingers leaving the palm and lying on the ground.

"Ah..." Xuanyuan Yihong roared and screamed, his left hand tightly grasped the right hand with four severed fingers, blood flowed from the severed palm, his face was pale with pain, and he lay on the ground, howling continuously .

"Ah...ah..."

Feng Qianya looked down at him at a 45-degree angle, the manjusawa between her brows seemed to be seductive with blood, she fell to the ground as her body became weaker and weaker, and the feeling of being burned all over her body made her extremely painful , She has been supporting for so long, she couldn't support anymore and fell to the ground.

At this moment, her mouth is dry and her whole body is burning hot. If this continues, she will definitely die.

Feng Qianya had already bit her lower lip to the point of bleeding, but she was still biting tightly.

She opened her eyes weakly, and suddenly, a silver figure broke into her sight.

The silver figure was the man in the silver mask who came to rescue her.

Seeing Feng Qianyu lying in a pool of blood, the man in the silver mask passed out. Xuanyuan Yihong held the hand with four severed fingers and screamed madly.

His eyes fell on Feng Qianya, and seeing her lying on the ground, her face flushed and dripping blood, his eyes were filled with heartache, and he immediately took off his coat and wrapped her around her
(End of this chapter)