The Reborn Girl Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 141 I Marry You to Kill You 3

When they arrived at the secret room, Ji Yanli looked as confused as his original self, and then a strong force pushed him in.

In the secret room, a bed was already occupied. Prince Jing's beloved servant was sleeping peacefully with his hands folded in front of him and his eyes closed. Ji Yanli took a special look at her. Well, she looked very ordinary, but with a well-behaved look.

The shackles on the other bed were opened, like a beast with sharp fangs bared, waiting for someone to fall into its trap.

Prince Jing didn't say anything. She quietly walked to the side, and her slender fingers picked among the knives of different lengths and sizes, and finally took out a sharp boning knife.

"It seems my wife likes forced play."

Before Prince Jing could react, Ji Yanli pushed him onto another bed, handcuffed him, and snatched the boning knife from his hand.

"what are you doing?"

Prince Jing's calm expression suddenly turned into panic. He struggled hard. In order to trap Ji Yanli, the shackles were made of special materials that could not be split open even with an axe and could only be opened with a key.

"What? Of course I'm going to fuck you, Your Majesty."

Ji Yanli walked around him with a smile. The boning knife was extremely sharp. With a slight stroke, Prince Jing's clothes fell off layer by layer.

The cold touch of the knife tip made Prince Jing shudder.

She forced a smile and said dryly, "Today is our wedding night, let's not waste time in a place like this. Be good, let me go and let's go back."

Ji Yanli shook his head capriciously.

He discovered that this world always talked about spiritual roots, but in reality, everyone was fragile. This world supposedly had a bit of a fairy-tale feel, but there wasn't even a single manual on cultivation. The only thing that even remotely resembled cultivation was a book on the art of spiritual root replacement, which struck him as somewhat odd.

Prince Jing saw him shaking his head and became anxious: "Hurry up and let me go. My guards will find me missing and will come here soon. Don't make a scene. Even if I kill you, Minister Ji won't say anything. Do you believe it?"

After all, he was a prince who lived a life of luxury and was favored by the empress. He started threatening her without even saying a few nice words. Ji Yanli was not polite to her either. He chopped off one of her fingers with a knife and laughed heartily while listening to her screams.

"Then I have the prince as my scapegoat before I die, so my life will not be in vain. If this gets out, it will be considered a story of love and affection."

Perhaps because he thought he was a little crazy, Prince Jing didn't dare to say any harsh words anymore. He just begged for mercy again and again, made promises in a sugar-coated way, and even said that he would make him the master after he ascended the throne.

The powder he sprinkled on the road could double a person's sense of pain, and a small wound could make a person feel as painful as being beheaded. Let her feel the pain for a while, there was no rush.

Ji Yanli turned the blade and came to the young servant again.

There is no way this young servant was unaware of the spiritual root exchange. As a beneficiary, there is no reason for him to be innocent.

"Since the prince said so, I will believe you for now. Well, if it weren't for the treacherous person's instigation, why would the prince hurt me? If that's the case, then this person deserves death."

He raised his sword and chopped off the young servant's hands amidst Prince Jing's furious roar.

If you take things you shouldn't take, then you don't want to keep these hands.

Blood splashed on Ji Yanli's face. Maybe it was because his true form was a fierce ghost, but he actually felt very refreshed, as if the depression in his chest had been cleared a little.

It turns out that I am actually a ruthless character who kills without blinking an eye?

Ji Yanli secretly teased himself.

Without his hand, the young servant's wrist immediately began to bleed. Even after drinking the soul-soothing soup, the pain still made him frown and groan.

"What on earth are you trying to do? I was just joking with you. Do you really want to die?"

Seeing the miserable state of his beloved, Prince Jing's eyes turned bloodshot. He looked at Ji Yanli as if he was looking at the murderer of his mother. His deep hatred was shocking.

Ji Yanli was unhappy.

He just wanted to take revenge, what was wrong with that? How could this person be so unreasonable?

Seeing that she still had time to worry about others, Ji Yanli walked to the knife and picked out a small knife as thin as a cicada's wing.

"The prince is always worried about me, worried that I will be held responsible after killing you. Oh, how could I let the prince down? Don't worry, I already have a plan."

He swung his knife, leaving behind an afterimage. As Prince Jing screamed in agony, one louder and louder voice after another, a thin layer of skin was peeled off by him.

"Ah! My face, my face!"

Ji Yanli looked at the human skin that was still dripping with blood, pouted his lips, raised his index finger, and pointed at Prince Jing's bloody face that looked like a peeled sausage.

"What do you mean by your face? This is something I earned through my own ability. Of course, it's my face."

He washed the dough clean, put it on his face, and shouted at Prince Jing: "You bold and unruly person, how dare you look directly at me? Let me see how I will deal with you."

This man is sick!

Prince Jing felt infinite regret.

If she had known he was like this, she would never have provoked him even if he had a Heavenly Wood Spirit Root.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

Ji Yanli tortured her all night just like she had tortured her original body in the original world, and dug out her spiritual roots just before she died.

The dual earth spiritual roots are not as pure as the original body's bones, and the luster is not as white as the original body.

He didn't know what to do with it for a moment, so he threw the thing into the space, then walked up to the little servant and patted his face.

It was not a good idea to let the other party sleep all the time. Ji Yanli wanted to see his reaction when he knew that his plan had failed.

His attention was focused on the little servant, and he didn't notice that the bone disappeared quickly after he threw it into the space. A cool breeze blew through the space, and the breeze carried a hint of spiritual energy that was so slight that it was hardly noticeable.

Song Zhishu gently opened his eyes, and the moment his pure amber eyes saw Ji Yanli, he revealed a gentle smile.

"Your Majesty."

Ji Yanli touched his face. Oh, he still had the mask of Prince Jing on his face. This little servant had made a mistake.

Song Zhishu raised his arm and said coquettishly, "The soul-soothing soup is so effective. I'm still numb. Your Majesty, could you help me up?"

The blood on his arm hadn't yet coagulated when Ji Yanli noticed his movements and quickly took a step back. Song Zhishu was puzzled at first, but then he saw his wrist, which had been cut perfectly flat.

Hands, where are his hands?

"what!!!"

The pain hit him belatedly and he rolled over in agony.

"My Lord, where is my hand?"

Ji Yanli smiled: "Your hand, it's here, here, I haven't thrown it away yet."

He pointed to Song Zhishu's side, and the severed hand, pale and transparent due to lack of blood, came into Song Zhishu's sight.

He was in pain and fear, crying, "My Lord, what on earth is going on? Didn't you say you were just going to press my spiritual root? How did my hand fall off?"

Ji Yanli: "Of course I cut it off. I'm not saying anything, your wrist is too thin. I didn't even use much force and it fell off."

He no longer used Prince Jing's voice, but instead spoke a clear male voice against Prince Jing's face, shocking Song Zhishu so much that he didn't even care about the pain.

“Your Majesty…?”

“I’m not.”

Ji Yanli tore off the skin on his face, and his perfect facial features looked like a demon in Song Zhishu's eyes.