The whip was firmly held in mid-air by a long, snow-white hand.

The barb prick on the whip broke through the palm of the crystal clear and the blood dripped down.

Xue Huailu frowned and said viciously: “Murong Xue, how dare you resist? Do you know who you are now? You're just my concubine. Your life is in my hands. Ha, if you don't want to suffer for a while, you better listen to me. Now get down on your knees and shout out to the master. ”

In the talking room, he had a jade in his hand.

The jade medal shines slightly, as does the silver bracelet on Murong Snow's wrist.

Murong's face immediately revealed a painful look.

Xue Huailu laughed: “This baby, but my father personally traded it for a quasi-artifact to treat you unwieldy bitches. Murong Xue, do you remember how you humiliated me and looked down on me when you were on the Kirin team? ”

“When I used to treat you like a treasure, I wanted to marry you as my rightful wife. You didn't know what to do. You are also responsible for what you have done now! ”

Xue Huailu walked to Murongxue step by step, standing high and looking at the woman lying on her knees slowly.

“Ha-ha-ha... yes, that's it, kneel down in front of me, lick my feet, and beg me to forgive you. Otherwise..."

He was so proud, all of a sudden, a blood flashed in front of him.

Xue Huailu suddenly felt a sweet liquid sprayed on his face, causing his voice to stop.

Murong Xue slowly climbed up from the ground.

Snow and white skirts are stained with blood.

Especially her drowning left hand, which was completely infiltrated with blood.

The red sleeve on the left, gently floating, bleeding, but not seeing the hand that should have caught the silver bracelet.

Xue Huailu's gaze shifted rigidly and slowly to the ground.

In the blood, a slender palm, with half truncated arms, lay so still.

Bang--!

Xue Huailu stepped backwards and hit the table and chair behind him, falling to the ground.

“Crazy... crazy... you... you crazy woman...”

This maniac cut off his own hand to get out of control!

Murong Xue broke half his hand and bled like a bet. With a dagger flashing with cold light in his other hand, he stepped closer to Xue Huailu. "What are you running at? Aren't you trying to humiliate me? Want me to lick your feet? Want me to be your concubine? ”

“No... no, no, no! Stay away!! ”

“Help...! Help... ahhhhhh...!!! ”

……

A terrible scream broke through the night sky, breaking the joy and hustle of the Xue family.

Xue Minglang and others changed their faces and rushed to the east wing.

The door was blown open directly.

Intense bloody smell in the air, smell of shit urine, coming up.

Everyone looked, dizzy and shocked.

Xue Ming-lu's mother screamed, "My son!!”, just look twice and faint.

Murong Xue stepped on the man with the smell of blood and shit peeing under his feet and raised his chin slightly.

With blood on his miserable white face, he smiled brightly. “Master Xue, don't you want Xue Huailu to leave the heirs of the Xue family behind? It's just too bad it's not going to happen again! ”

She kicked Xue Huailu out with one foot.

The Xue family was close to seeing Xue Huailu's tragic condition. One by one, he trembled and almost passed out of breath.