Chapter 3503： Does it hurt?

Song Yanzhi was hung up and didn't panic, but moved his arms uncomfortably.

"Are you going to kill me?" He asked Zhao Yuanjing as he took out the knife.

Zhao Yuanjing moved his gaze from the dagger to his face, and waved his hand suddenly——

A silver light flashed.

A blood stain quickly appeared on Song Yanzhi's white face.

He didn't care, and smiled easily: "Did she tell you?"

Zhao Yuanjing said coldly: "Don't use your despicable and shameless heart to think about her."

"Also, if she wants to kill me, she can do it when she is in the woods. There is really no need to come here to complain to you and ask you to help her out. After all, she is a terrible independent woman. Can you believe it? Even if I was injured, I could kill Lu Er alone, which I couldn't do at the peak."

"Because she has the courage of jade and cinder."

"Yes, although many people are not afraid of death, they are still afraid at that time." Song Yanzhi smiled.

Zhao Yuanjing waved his hand, and another blood stain appeared on his face.

Song Yanzhi didn't notice anything, his expression was calm, and the corners of his lips were still smiling.

Zhao Yuanjing took the veil and carefully wiped the blood from the knife, and said indifferently: "You are looking for Dai'er to avenge her. You don't kill her directly, but you want to lock her up and scratch her face? This woman's usual petty approach is a loss. You can figure it out."

"Do you want me to kill her directly?"

"Of course not. But this does not prevent me from despising you."

Zhao Yuanjing's voice just fell, and his hand fell.

In an instant, Song Yanzhi's cheeks were covered with blood.

The whole face is spent.

Song Yanzhi could hardly remain calm.

So many wounds are still painful.

Zhao Yuanjing carefully wiped the dagger clean, put it away, then turned around and fetched a riding whip, and flicked it in the salt water basin until the entire whip was covered with salt water. Aiming at Song Yanzhi, he drew it down.

The whiplash was tolerable, but the whip was covered with salt water, and the salt water soaked into the wound, amplifying the pain more than ten times.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a heartache.

Song Yanzhi was able to frown and endure at first, until a dozen lashes went down, he could no longer control his hum.

"Does it hurt?" Zhao Yuanjing asked blankly.

The beads of sweat on Song Yanzhi's face fell down his cheeks, blurring his vision.

He gritted his teeth and said: "I didn't use salt water to torture her."

"She is just a weak woman without the power to bind a chicken, and she can't do anything with martial arts. I don't know how she feels when this whip hits her. But I know how I feel in my heart, just like you are right now. The pain experienced."

Zhao Yuanjing slapped him violently, and drew the north side from the front.

The entire horse whip was almost bloody.

Song Yanzhi passed out of the pain and woke up again.

Zhao Yuanjing threw the whip, stretched out his right hand, pinched his neck, folded his fingers, his eyes flashed with strong killing intent.

He said coldly, word by word: "Just now, these were my anger for Dai'er. Now, I want to kill you because I don't allow any threats to exist by her side. I hope you will know about it. After death If you turn into a ghost and want revenge, just come. I, Zhao Yuanjing, disrespect ghosts and gods, and are not afraid of heaven and earth."

Song Yanzhi was forced to look at him, and the owner's neck was burned by fire, unable to speak a word.

Zhao Yuanjing tightened his five fingers.

Song Yanzhi's forehead blue veins jumped up, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs bulged.

He twisted his body and struggled, only feeling that the opponent's fingers were like cast iron, unable to shake a single bit.