I love this villain who wears it quickly

Chapter 153 The Sick Young Master's Black Moonlight 11
Understood, he was going to kill.

Shi Huan nodded, expressing that he understood what he meant, looked into his eyes and asked:
"need my help?"

Ji Ye's fingertips trembled slightly, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were as deep as the sea.

The surface is calm, but there are turbulent waves hidden in the bottom of the eyes.

For no reason, he felt that this girl knew what he was going to do, and also knew that his heart was black.

But what he was about to do was brutal, bloody, and terrifying.

She understands, but she may not be able to understand it, and it is even more difficult to accept it.

So, don't let her see it.

The strength of holding the sword tightened suddenly, almost crushing the hilt.

The Adam's apple rolled several times before he said in a hoarse voice:

"Need not."

After saying two words, he passed Shi Huan sideways.

The bewitching face was cold and ruthless, covered with a thick murderous look and haze.

The night was heavy, the white robe reflected the moonlight, and the man's brows and eyes were full of coldness.

Extreme black and white, like the two extremes of the world.

Half heaven, half hell.

And he, who has long been rooted in the latter, will never be redeemed.

There are many trees and bushes around the dungeon, casting large shadows in this dark night.

A white figure came out from the bushes, with a cold knife in his hand, like a life-threatening demon in the dark night.

The guard at the gate of the dungeon lowered his head and opened the door respectfully.

There are three forked lines in the prison, leading to three places:

One holds yesterday's corpse;

One is waiting to be killed tonight;

One was tortured and waited to die tomorrow.

The death process proceeded from the back to the front. First, he endured all kinds of torture in the prison. The torture made life worse than death, but he refused to let him die. He hung his breath and waited for him to kill himself.

Ji Ye's footsteps were very light, but everyone in the cell knew he was coming.

He seems to have deliberately placed the murder cell in the middle, and every time he kills, there is a lot of commotion.

The dead cannot rest in peace, and the living are terrified.

The sword slid across the ground, making a rustling sound, which was creepy to hear.

There are a total of three people who are going to die today, and all of them have been bruised and bruised by the torture, and their minds are in a trance.

But the rustling sound of the sword seemed to strike their hearts instead of the ground.Several people looked up, and saw a man in a moon white robe appearing from the steps.

He likes to kill people in white, and then dyes red with other people's blood.

The bright red is dazzling, enchanting and fatal.

"Ji Ye, give me a good time, I'll give you whatever you want."

The person who spoke was the servant of the household department of Xiliang. Since he was arrested, he hadn't taken a drop of water, his lips were split, and the blood was black.

The other two were in pain and fear, unable to make a sound at all, and kept kowtow.

The man in the white robe has an air of dust, as clean as an exiled immortal, and he lifts his sword gracefully.

Immediately, it was placed on the shoulder of the servant of the household department, and the tip of the sword penetrated inch by inch into the skin, into the flesh, as deep as the bone.

With blood on the blade, he screamed hysterically, his facial features twisted, and his veins twitched violently.

However, Ji Ye ignored it.

Along the depth of the bone, the sword cut through his stomach from the shoulder to the lower abdomen, and cut off his crotch lightly.

The two people next door were so frightened that they rolled their eyes and fainted, but they failed to faint.

Soon, two prison guards quickly carried two buckets of water and poured them on them.

Ji Ye had a rule for killing people, and he had to cut a hundred swords.

It will never let you die before the 99th sword, and it will never let you live to the 101st sword.

He is a devil, cold-blooded.

At midnight, everything was quiet.

The white robe was stained red with blood, and he dragged his sword again, returning along the way he came.

As soon as he stepped out of the prison door, he bumped into a small figure beside the door.

Seeing the girl's appearance clearly, the man's scarlet pupils shrank suddenly.

(End of this chapter)