His nails flew out one by one, with blood and the prince's scream.

Murong Minglan grabbed the prince's trembling palm, pressed her thumb on his sixth nail, and said slowly: "So, now, Prince Wushui, do you have any thoughts about my Murong family affairs? Do you feel very regretful? Or do you want to beg me for mercy and then rehabilitate us?"

With a little force on your fingers, the prince's nails were torn apart bit by bit. This slow stripping seemed even more painful than the quick and decisive peeling just now.

Murong Minglan enjoys this moment very much.

It can be said that what he has been waiting for in the past few years is this moment. Whenever the night is late, his mind is filled with the idea of ​​how to take revenge in the future. However, now his brain is blank, and only this most primitive sense of excitement is left, making him follow his own ideas like Yuanshixian who is above others and controls the life and death of others!

………………………… That’s right, for mortals, immortals... are such invincible existences, aren’t they?

They can control the life and death of mortals, and they can ignore the lives of mortals. For these stupid mortals, they can kill them whenever they want, and torture them when they want to. They are completely unable to resist themselves. Isn’t such a self... a complete "immortal"?

——My dream is to kill all the immortals in the world, because immortals and mortals have suffered too much pain and torture—

Suddenly, Murong Minglan felt a sudden flash of words in her mind!

He looked at his hands, and the excitement was everywhere in his mind just now. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel more fear!

(………………No…No……Not like this!)

He grabbed his hair, gritted his teeth, and his eyes widened!

(I am taking revenge...I am asking for the blood debt I have! Master...I am not like this...I am...I am doing now...is right!)

Shaking his head. Murong Minglan shook off the thoughts in her mind and restored herself to the kind of revenge he had just felt. After that, he smiled evilly again and looked at the Prince Wushui in front of him.

"You... are really... survivors of the Murong family?"

The original pain and fear on the prince's face began to become firm at this moment. He gritted his teeth and said viciously—

"Sure enough... the descendants of traitors... are also traitors like you! The Murong family... whether it is your father or you... are the same traitors... Hahaha... It turns out that being traitors... your Murong family is already familiar with it... right?"

"I am a gangster. I am not a traitor!!!"

Murong Minglan stretched out her finger and pointed directly at the tip of the prince's nose. The anger on her face made his whole face turn red! The veins on her forehead seemed to burst soon.

"My Murong family has been a loyal minister and general of Wushui Kingdom since ancient times! My father fought against Xuyan Kingdom in Cangjiang. He defeated Xuyan Kingdom and attacked more than 100 large and small attacks in the Xuyan Kingdom, protecting half of Wushui Kingdom! His heart can be revealed! But...but!"

Suddenly, Murong Minglan's punch hit the wall on Prince Wushui's forehead. With a rumbling sound, a big hole was immediately blasted out of the wall! Broken stones flew out and cut through the prince's face.

"But it is because of the stupidity of your royal family. They were trapped in the alienation plan of Xu Yan Kingdom! You... you actually called my father back to the imperial city. And while at night, they killed all over 200 people from the Murong family! What do you say... My father wants to rebel? Want to treason?! You stupid royal families... They actually want to kill even the Murong family, who is the most loyal to you?"

Prince Wushui could only hide in the corner at this moment, his face full of fear and fear.

Murong Minglan pulled her fist back and her eyes became extremely cold. He grabbed the prince's throat, raised him up, and threw it to the side, then reached out to pull up his back collar, and said coldly-

"Today, I want you, the future royal family of the foggy country, to apologize to me and to the Murong family who were all wronged and killed by you! I want your noble heads and arrogant faces, and always lofty attitude to bow in front of me! I want you to apologize to me!"

Murong Minglan let go of her hand and stood up and said, "Apologize to me, apologize to the Murong family! Apologize for the stupid things you have done! Apologize to the more than 200 lives that died tragically!"

The prince lay down. After Murong Minglan finished roaring, he struggled to support his body with his blood-stained palms, one by one.

He is ready to apologize.

So, what after the apology? Murong Minglan doesn’t know what to do after this.

Should I give him a happy and kill him directly? Or would I humiliate him even more?

Humph, but even if he apologized, he was a stopgap plan made because he was afraid of his own strength, and it was not a sincere apology at all.

So, he should torture him even more next! So, how should he torture him?

Murong Minglan thought about what kind of torture should be performed next to let the prince experience all his pain and hardships.

At the same time, he was also waiting for that formal apology, waiting, waiting...

Unfortunately, the apology never came. Instead, it was...

"I... won't apologize."

The prince supported his body with his hands and barely turned over. He turned over and lay on the ground while turning himself over, and refused to lower his knees and forehead to the survivor of the Murong family in front of him.

"Because... your Murong family... are traitors..."

The prince took a deep breath: "As the prince of mist, how can I... apologize to the traitor?"

Such a sentence completely blew Murong Minglan! In an instant, countless cherry blossom petals began to float in the stone chamber where there was nothing! He stretched out his hand, grabbed the prince's collar, and shouted loudly-

"I'll say it again! I apologize to me! My Murong family is not a traitor... not--!!!!"

However, the prince now showed a different tenacity. His blood-stained palms grabbed Murong Minglan's wrists tightly, and he couldn't help but start laughing.

"It's...traitor! Haha...it's really funny to look at you now! It seems...you don't know at all, right? It's about... the numerous crimes committed by your Murong family...that...that's intention to rebel...the crime of killing the nine clans!"

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Late at night, Taozhaide couldn't sleep.

He looked at the dark night outside the window, but he couldn't calm down.

Xiao Qiuqian leaned against him, and the hammer of the pounding in his hand kept hitting, crushing the herbs, and then rolling them into pills. After making the pills, she picked up one and put them in her palm. The dark flames rose up. As the baking lasted about half an hour, one pill was completed, placed next to it, and then made the next one.

Dongdongdongdongdong-

There was a knock on the door outside the door, and Taozhaide hurriedly opened the door. Qin Yuesi and Xingli were standing outside the door, bowing to Taozhaide, and then slowly walked in.

"How is the situation? Have you found anything?"

Tao Zhaide brought Xingli a glass of water and asked anxiously.

Xingli took a sip of water, turned to look at Qin Yuesi next to her, and pointed at him.

Taozhaide turned his head and looked at his second disciple. The child was now covering his face. It was obvious that he had cried once just now.

"I... finally know. I know why my senior brother always seems so cold... It turns out... his life experience is so pitiful..."

Qin Yuesi sniffed and continued, "Today, Sister Xingli and I went to the inn and asked about some information with the misty people. There are really many hidden stories about the murder of the Murong family five years ago."
Chapter completed!