979 Chapter 978 of “Quickly Traveling [Jade Body Exposed]”

Ambitious and self-employed x warlord [seventy-five]

There was a sharp stabbing pain in his chest, and the surging blood overflowed from the wound, quickly soaking a small area of his chest.

Li Xin’s forehead was swollen, and her eyes were still empty, but Qi Heng actually saw a ferocious look on her face.

She pushed the hairpin hard, piercing his flesh inch by inch.

Qi Heng looked coldly, grabbed her neck, and whispered: “Let go.”

As he spoke, he slowly tightened his palms.

Li Xin’s complexion gradually turned from pale to red, veins appeared on her forehead, and her face was almost distorted.

But she still stubbornly pressed the hairpin until the warm blood soaked her palms, with no intention of letting go.

“I could kill you.”

Qi Heng said, tightening his strength a little more.

Li Xin’s face began to turn purple.

She was panting, her throat hurt from being pinched, and the thin air was pouring in through the pitifully small gap, but it had a tendency to become less and less.

She was speechless, but raised her mouth sarcastically. This weird smile was placed on her face. Qi Heng was stunned for a moment and unconsciously relaxed the strength in his hands.

Li Xin’s smile became even bigger.

The emotions in Qi Heng’s eyes changed rapidly. After a while, he suddenly let go of his hand, and at the same time, he threw her hard on the bed.

The hairpin was pulled out, and a cloud of blood splashed on the mattress, scattering into tiny blood spots.

Li Xin lay on the bed, breathing heavily, laughing like a heartbreaking mad woman.

Qi Heng covered the wound, stared at her deeply, turned and left.

dungeon.

Qi Zhen was sitting on a simple stone bed, with her hands and feet tied by iron chains.

His forehead was wrapped with a circle of gauze, and his whole body was almost covered in scars, but strangely, those wounds were also bandaged.

Only the blood-stained clothes on his body could reveal the previous tragic situation.

Qi Heng walked down the stairs and came to the cell door.

Qi Zhen was leaning against the wall and dozing off. When she heard the sound, she lazily opened her eyes.

He had lost a lot of weight, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and the whites of his eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, making him look tired and haggard.

But the way he looked at Qi Zhen was still contemptuous as before.

Qi Heng’s face was flickering in the dim firelight. The dungeon was damp, dirty, and full of the stench of decay.

Qi Zhen, who was once the proud son of heaven, became his prisoner and a member of this place.

Qi Zhen’s eyes fell on the palm print on his cheek, and her pupils couldn’t help but shrink slightly.

But soon, he discovered the scar on his chest again.

So Qi Heng saw a familiar smile on his face again, almost identical to Li Xin’s, which stung his eyes.

Qi Zhen didn’t say anything, just looked at him and smiled.

It was clear that he didn’t say anything, but he seemed to know everything.

Qi Heng didn’t understand why they were already like this. He had already stepped into the dust. Killing them was easier than squeezing an ant to death.

However, they could still pose like this and still… look down on him.

He felt the anger burning in his chest. He suppressed the roar that was about to burst out and said in a calm voice: “One more stroke.”

Qi Heng gave the order.

The attendant beside him responded, opened the cell door, walked in, and came to Qi Zhen’s side.

He grabbed Qi Zhen’s arm, skillfully tore off the gauze, took out a sharp dagger, and slashed the wound on his wrist hard.

Blood spurted out immediately.

Qi Zhen didn’t even frown.

He already had a lot of wounds like this on his body. It didn’t matter to him if there were more wounds or less wounds.

He knew that Qi Heng didn’t want him to die, he wanted his life to be worse than death.