Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

As soon as she walked up to the prince and sat down, Song Pan'er saw a dirty hand reaching out to grab her hand.

Song Paner: ...

Should she just pretend she didn't see it, or should she convince the man with "reason" and chop off the dirty hand?

Forget it, just bear with it for now, there are still a lot of people.

She reached for the teapot on the table and poured a cup of hot tea for the prince. "Your Highness, this is our Divine Doctor Valley's unique honey pomelo tea. Please try it."

The left corner of the prince's lip curled up into a domineering smile, "Since the little genius doctor personally poured the tea for me, I must taste it carefully to see what it tastes like."

As he was about to reach for the cup of tea, a voice from the side rushed over and said, "Your Highness, the poison hasn't been tested yet!"

The prince hesitated for a moment, looked at the steaming cup of tea, then looked at Song Pan'er's smiling face, and finally his sense of security prevailed.

He gave Gong Yasheng a look, and Gong Yasheng took out a special silver needle and carefully tested the tea. After confirming that there was no poison, he respectfully retreated.

As he stepped back, he glanced at Song Pan'er with contempt.

Song Pan'er didn't care at all. She didn't poison the tea.

Poison is a good thing, there is no need to waste it on this prince.

Such a person must be cut into pieces to atone for his actions.

The prince drank the tea, praised a few words, and then waved his hand, asking everyone in the room to leave.

Zhou Xin looked at Song Pan'er worriedly, and saw that she had a blank expression on her face and was listening carefully to the prince's whispers. He could only hold his breath and follow the people brought by the prince out of the room.

If retreating outside the house didn't work, he would be driven out of the villa.

As soon as the people in the room left, the greasy expression on the prince's face instantly turned sinister.

An evil smile appeared on his lips, and he reached out to touch Song Paner's face.

Song Pan'er sat motionless in the armchair. When his hand was about to touch her face, she pulled out a hairpin from her head and nailed the prince's hand to the mahogany table with one force.

Prince:! ! !

Song Pan'er moved too quickly. By the time the prince realized what was happening, his wrist had been pierced by the long hairpin and was nailed to the table.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" He screamed in pain and grabbed Song Pan'er's neck with his other hand, but Song Pan'er pulled out another hairpin from her head and nailed his hand to the table.

Prince:! ! !

He endured the severe pain and tried to break free, but Song Pan'er, with her long hair loose, took out a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing from somewhere.

"Zhuge Cong, I heard that you are just like your immortal father. You especially like young boys and girls..." Song Pan'er played with the silver scalpel, bent down slightly and approached, smiling like a witch.

Her long hair hung down from both sides, covering half of her eyebrows and eyes, leaving only her dark pupils exposed.

Looking into her eyes, Zhuge Cong suddenly remembered the well he had seen in the cold palace when he was young.

At that time, he had just pushed his thirteenth brother, who had been praised by the Grand Tutor, into the well with his own hands.

"You...witch! You are a witch!" He was trembling and looked extremely embarrassed, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in his life. Where was the dignity of being a prince?

Just across the door, there was a fight outside.

Lin Yuanxiu wields a long spear, and kills gods and Buddhas who stand in his way.

He hated the Zhuge royal family and the foolish emperor.

If he could see Zhuge Cong die today, he would send Song Pan'er to the throne even at the risk of his life.

……

……

Song Pan'er imitated Zhuge Cong's previous behavior, slowly raised the corner of her lips, and then slashed at Zhuge Cong's arm with a knife without mercy.

The other person's hands were nailed to the table, like a fish struggling on a chopping board.

Blood splattered, and a few drops fell on Song Paner's face. The faint smile on her face grew bigger and bigger, and she gradually began to become crazy.

"Does it hurt?" she murmured softly, not even looking at the flesh and blood at her feet.

Zhuge Cong was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. He had no time to say anything harsh at this moment. He was very clear about his current situation.

His men had no time to come in and rescue him, and the crazy little woman in front of him could take his life at any time.

A man who knows the times is a hero, and he no longer cares about his face.

"Little Miracle Doctor, if you are willing to let me go, I will agree to anything you ask for."

"Do you want gold, silver, and jewelry? Or do you want to be an official?"

"Please let me go, please..."

He was really scared this time, because he clearly saw the murderous intent in the eyes of this crazy little woman. She wanted to kill him! Kill him, the crown prince of a country!

The smile on Song Paner's face suddenly disappeared, and she cut again with an expressionless face.

"Did they ask you for the same?"

Zhuge Cong shook his head desperately. He didn't remember. How could he remember those ants?

"Please let me go. I won't tell anyone. I'll just say I encountered an assassin on my own and it has nothing to do with you. Just pretend I never came, little genius doctor..."

His endless pleas for mercy were interrupted by Song Pan'er swinging the scalpel again.

Seeing blood oozing from his wrist and his hands about to be torn off the hairpin, Song Pan'er grabbed the teapot beside him and knocked it hard twice, knocking back Zhuge Cong's hand that he had just pulled free with great difficulty.

Zhuge Cong was sweating profusely from the pain, and the brocade clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.

He could no longer bear it and stopped begging for mercy, but started cursing.

"You slut! I must kill you!"

Song Pan'er shrugged. "Okay, go down and wait for me. I'll torture you once more then."

As she spoke, she cut off Zhuge Cong's lips with a knife.

Zhuge Cong let out a heart-wrenching scream. Song Pan'er closed her eyes and shook her head slightly, as if she heard some beautiful music.

"It's so beautiful, I love hearing this sound." When she opened her eyes, the scalpel was slashing towards Zhuge Cong's ear...

As Zhuge Cong screamed, Song Pan'er cut him with one knife after another in a good mood, and only stopped after making a total of 324 cuts.

"You killed three hundred and twenty-four gay men and women, so I will stab you three hundred and twenty-four times. Do you...accept this?"

She bent down and stared at the "blood man" who was almost only a skeleton, as if she was observing a work of art.

Zhuge Cong opened his mouth, his teeth chattering, and he was breathing out more than in.

Song Pan'er looked at his appearance and suddenly found it very funny, so she just laughed out loud.

"It seems that you have already convinced me. Well... I think I need to practice my knife skills more. The cut is not very smooth and looks a bit ugly." She commented to herself and turned half a circle around Zhuge Cong on the chair lightly, like a dancing butterfly.

Zhuge Cong's eyes were bloodshot, and he squeezed out a word from his throat: "Witch...woman..."

Song Pan'er nodded, raised her hands to applaud herself, and lifted the hem of her skirt to bend down and perform a ladylike greeting. "Thank you, thank you, thank you for your evaluation, I like it very much."

Zhuge Cong: ...

Ahhhhhh! He wants to kill this witch!!!