You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

Chapter 111 Lin Zhaoyue If you die, I will peel off your skin and make a beauty lamp

Just killing a few people?

Lin Zhaoyue tilted her head to look at Xiao Yun.

The tone of his voice was so casual, as if it was not a matter of life but as simple as killing a chicken.

"Don't you dare?"

Lin Zhaoyue's throat was dry, and a layer of sticky sweat appeared on the palm of her hand holding the handle of the knife.

Xiao Yan was very close to her and could see her trembling shoulders and pale face.

Perhaps out of fear, she pursed her lips tightly and looked at him with her almond-shaped eyes.

Disbelief, fear, confusion and tears welled up in her eyes.

Xiao Yan looked at her cowardly look, and his thin lips curled into a mocking arc.

She didn't even dare to kill a few people, and she didn't know how she had the courage to kill him.

The smile on his lips was cold and mocking her stupidity and cowardice.

His eyes were even colder, as if he was looking at a delicate, fragile, and disobedient toy.

The cold air surrounded her, and Lin Zhaoyue felt cold all over. It seemed as if her blood vessels were mixed with tiny ice crystals, making her feel cold and painful.

"Xiao Yan, don't force me."

The girl's voice trembled as she looked up at her pretty pale face with a hint of pleading in her almond-shaped eyes.

Xiao Yan looked down at her, and after staring at her with his dark eyes for a moment, he let go of her hand.

Just when Lin Zhaoyue thought that Xiao Yan had finally shown mercy and stopped making things difficult for her, she saw him fix his gaze on the eight people and said without any emotion:

"If you kill her, you can get out alive."

After saying this, Xiao Yan walked out of the torture room and ordered someone to close the iron door.

Lin Zhaoyue looked at the closed iron door, and a bone-chilling chill spread from her spine to her internal organs.

She stood there, motionless, like a hollow doll.

Xiao Yan asked someone to bring a table and chairs, slowly poured a pot of tea, and said casually:

"Lin Zhaoyue, if you die, I will not waste your beautiful skin. I will peel it off inch by inch with my own hands and make four of the most beautiful beauty lanterns. I will hang them under the city gate for people to admire."

Lin Zhaoyue stared at Xiao Yun's extremely cold and handsome face, knowing that he would definitely do what he said.

This madman!

Just as Lin Zhaoyue was looking at Xiao Yun, the eight people looked at each other and reached some kind of tacit understanding.

They dispersed and quickly took the chains and machetes on the wall. Anything that could be considered a weapon was taken by them.

The eight men stayed in the dungeon. Although they were not as strong as Xiao Ying's masters who could fight with one hand, they all knew some martial arts.

Several people exchanged glances and gradually gathered around Lin Zhaoyue, surrounding her with fierce looks on their faces.

Suddenly, the short man holding a dagger rushed towards Lin Zhaoyue first.

Lin Zhaoyue gripped the hilt of the knife tightly in her hand, dodged when the man rushed over, and chopped his hand with the back of the knife.

The man felt pain and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

Lin Zhaoyue had practiced for a period of time and had the personal guidance of Duke Lin, so she could only defeat him with a few moves and was more than capable of dealing with them.

Xiao Yun's narrow and long phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

For a normal person, the first time someone kills someone is the most difficult.

Besides the enemy, he also needs to defeat himself.

But Lin Zhaoyue, in a real battle, if you are soft-hearted you will die!

When those people saw that Lin Zhaoyue didn't dare to kill her, they looked at each other and laughed.

It’s obvious at first glance that he has never killed anyone. It’s best to kill him.

The few of them formed a tacit understanding, and only the man holding the chain was left standing there, while the other seven all rushed out.

Lin Zhaoyue dodged a hook thrown by a man by leaning sideways and kicked another man.

The movements were jerky and hesitant.

It's simply a fatal flaw!

A hint of contempt flashed across Xiao Yun's eyes.

It seems that I haven't practiced for a while, so all the things I learned have been forgotten.

Even though those eight people were not very skilled, they could still wear her down to death with their physical strength.

Sure enough, after half an incense stick of time, Lin Zhaoyue gradually became exhausted.

Sweat slid down her delicate chin. After knocking down the remaining four people, she was just looking for a chance to adjust her breathing, but the other three had already found the flaw and attacked her directly.

At this moment, the man who had been holding the chain motionlessly finally moved.

His movements were fast and fierce, and he was the most skilled among the eight.

After knocking down another man, Lin Zhaoyue felt an attack from behind. Just as she was about to turn around to respond, the remaining two men flew over and hugged her legs tightly.

The chain came out of nowhere and wrapped around her neck, and the man followed.

An iron chain as thick as two fingers was wrapped around her neck. The man exerted force and Lin Zhaoyue suddenly couldn't breathe.

Blue veins bulged on the white and slender neck, the tongue stuck out unconsciously, there was a severe feeling of suffocation in the chest, dizziness, confusion, and the sounds around became distant and blurry.

"What are you still standing there for? Stab her to death with a knife, quickly..."

In Lin Zhaoyue's blurred vision, she saw the short man lying on the ground pick up the dagger that fell on the ground and rush towards her directly.

Xiao Yan tightened his grip on the teacup, and a gleam of violence flashed across his dark eyes.

Useless things, eight pieces of trash who can't even eat shit made her so miserable.

Xiao Yun concentrated his inner strength on the teacup and was about to throw it over when he saw the girl pull out the hairpin on her head and stab it into the man's neck.

Blood gushed out, the warm blood dyed her crystal clear ears red and wet her cheeks.