The princess has arrived! The older sister's soul is too high

There were kitchen knives, butcher knives, and boning knives. With just a few clicks, the white radish was instantly turned into a pile of thin slices. The slices were so thin and crystal clear, and the radish was as cute and attractive as a flower.

Xue'er met Yang Yanjiao's eyes:

"Hey, Yang Yanjiao, what do you think of this knife's skills?"

Before Yang Yanjiao could react, Xue'er turned around and said to Ling Aoxue with a wicked smile:

"Brother Xue, what do you think would happen if this white and tender radish was replaced with Yang Yanjiao's white and tender arms? I think they would be as bright red as a blooming peony and incredibly beautiful. Xue'er really wants to see it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the prison couldn't help but break out in cold sweats, except for Ling Aoxue and Nangong Feixue of course. It went without saying that these seemingly joking words revealed a terrifying aura.

When Zhang Xiaodao heard this, he was so frightened that his legs were shaking and he could hardly stand.

Qing'er only now understood why the master wanted to bring this cook along. Although the master's methods might be a bit cruel, it was all Yang Yanjiao's own fault. She deserved it!

But at this time, Qing'er was even more respectful and fearful of this young master.

Ling Aoxue still had that cold and arrogant face, without any extra expression. Nangong Feixue looked at the two of them, one big and one small, with some intentionality. From Xue'er's eyes, it could be seen that she really wanted to cut Yang Yanjiao like a radish.

Xue'er was getting impatient waiting:

"What are you waiting for? Don't you understand what this princess is saying?"

Seeing that Princess Lanying was already looking impatient, several guards felt uneasy. If they offended Princess Lanying, they might be the next ones to be offended.

He moved faster and pressed Yang Yanjiao's arm onto the chopping board.

Yang Yanjiao was not so easily submissive. She resisted vigorously, cursing loudly:

"You little bitch, you are a little lunatic, you are a lunatic, if you have the guts, kill me with one knife, kill me with one knife!"

Yang Yanjiao tried her best, but how could she be a match for three big men?

In the end, he put the delicate arm on the chopping board, but his fists were clenched tightly.

Zhang Xiaodao was so frightened that he hesitated to cut. It was as if they were engaging in psychological warfare. Yang Yanjiao was finally frightened and stopped cursing and started begging, tears streaming down her face.

"Princess Lanying, I beg you, please let Yanjiao die quickly and painfully. I beg you, I don't ask you to forgive me and let me go, I only ask you to let me die quickly and painfully."

There was a look of fear in his eyes.

Xue'er looked at the useless cook. After all, he was not an executioner. His face was pale and he was reluctant to use the knife.

I originally wanted to watch this good show, but I didn't expect Yang Yanjiao's humble begging to be so boring that I lost interest.

"Waste, get out first."

As he spoke, he pointed at Zhang Xiaodao. After hearing the order, Zhang Xiaodao hurriedly took his leave and ran out.

When Yang Yanjiao saw the chef with godly knife skills leave, she felt like a huge stone had been lifted from her heart.

I had no strength left and knelt on the ground.

"You're lucky I didn't cut you into a thousand pieces, but you'll have to survive for a miracle!"

Without saying a word, he jumped off Ling Aoxue, drew the Yuxue dagger from his waist, and thought to himself that today is the day you sharpen the Yuxue sword.

A sword stabbed directly at Yang Yanjiao's left chest, slid past in an instant, and left a long cut, and the depth was just enough to cut through the ribs, without touching the heart. In an instant, blood flowed out, staining a part of the clothes red.