Ye Ning stood there, her gaze as if devoid of a soul.
"Just how many of my people have you killed?"
"Ha, you're asking? Is that the only sentence you can utter now? Come on, come and see for yourself." The man sneered and reached out to pinch Ye Ning's pointed chin.
However, at this moment...
One hand of Ye Ning abruptly grabbed hold of his.
The man was taken aback.
"You dare to resist!"
Ye Ning huffed, her eyes darker than the rainy night.
In her stunning beauty, there was an icy chill that led to despair on sight.
"For each person you've killed, I'll grace you with a slash."
The man faltered.
Below...
Ye Ning unceremoniously dragged a blade across his face.
Blood began to flow from his nose.
However, he soon discovered that his nose was missing...
With an 'ah' cry, he covered his face and stumbled backward.
Ye Ning grabbed hold of him again, "It was just a simple cut, why are you running?"
"..."
What!
