Ba Xin poured himself another glass of wine, leaned back, straightened his long legs, and was lazy: "If you want to see blood, you must have it all over your body, and everything else is casual." ”

After hearing this, Yi Yanglan picked up the knife on the ground without hesitation, pulled out the scabbard, and slashed his left arm first.

The scar was very short in length, with obvious blood oozing out, condensed into a few teardrops.

Yi Yanglan doesn't feel pain, a woman who wants to be a king, this pain can always be easily dealt with.

"One." A smile spread across Ba Xin's lips, and while he sipped the wine, he counted the wounds on Yi Yanglan's body, looking extremely enjoyable.

The prince was happy.

The prince likes this kind of performance.

Feeling this, Yi Yanglan felt joy in her heart, and without saying a word, she made a small cut on her left arm.

"Don't cheat." Ba Xin's gaze was slightly cold, "I said that I wanted to see blood, but no blood came out, it doesn't count." ”

This kind of scar is like being accidentally scratched by a tree branch, and even if it is covered all over the body, it doesn't hurt much.

He didn't want to watch a child's game.

Yi Yanglan immediately said: "Okay, I'll make up for it." ”

After that, she really increased her strength, and made a slash, and there were obvious blood stains oozing out and dripping down her skin.

Ba Xin's lips finally smiled with enjoyment: "Two." ”

Yi Yanglan swung the knife and slashed at her body, just like the fingers of the music girl falling on the strings, the falling knife was very rhythmic, and the body also cooperated with the light and graceful twisting of the falling knife, which didn't look like self-harm, but like a strange dance.

"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five" Ba Xin's voice, like the chanting of a wandering poet, is also just right to match Yi Yanglan's knife.

The pain in his voice and body actually made Yi Yanglan faintly excited.

And the blood stains that slid down the wheat-colored skin, bright and pressing, aggravated the irritation.

The strength of her hand increased little by little, the wound deepened little by little, and the blood increased little by little.

She could see that the deeper the wound on her body and the more blood she bed, the happier the prince was.

She remembered deeply that the prince likes to conquer the strong the most, and likes to watch others suffer the most, and her self-harm like this will make the prince feel the pleasure of conquering and destroying, which is the best way to please the prince.

Therefore, although there are more and more wounds on her body, her hands are getting smoother and smoother.

It doesn't matter how many wounds you cut.

Because she has calculated everything, she will not draw herself too deeply, nor will she draw on important parts.

At most, six months to a year, she will be able to heal all the wounds and restore flawless skin.

"Ninety, ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four" Reading this, Ba Xin had already sat up straight, leaned forward slightly, his eyes were as bright as the morning star in the sky, staring at the wound on Yi Yanglan's body, holding the wine glass in both hands but not taking a sip.

The smile on his lips revealed an unconcealable excitement and pleasure.

He was so happy, so happy.

The beautiful and strong woman in front of her was already scarred and bloodstained, like a gorgeous and bewitching bloody dress, and she was shockingly beautiful.

And under the woman's feet, the blood stains that slipped down were like red petals and pollen falling to the ground, which was simply beautiful.

And the woman's expression, with pleasure and enjoyment in the pain, is also a rare beauty.

It is this kind of scenery that can make him feel happy.

His excited gaze and smile are the motivation of Yiyanglan.

Yi Yanglan was already numb, she didn't even feel the pain anymore, and she didn't know how many knives she had slashed herself, but she judged it according to the number of sounds of the prince.

She looked at the prince obsessively, and cut her thigh one by one.

She's in pain, she's hurt, she's bleeding, she's scarred, it doesn't matter, the prince likes it.

Really, the most important thing is that the prince likes and is happy.

"A hundred."

When Ba Xin finally read this number, Yi Yanglan's hands went limp, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Then her legs went limp, and she fell to the ground weakly, and then she felt a mixture of pain and numbness.

"Lord, can I take the medicine now?" she asked, sitting in a little bit of blood, tilting her head.

There was a medicine box in the room, which she had seen from the beginning.

The prince is a general and a warrior, and injuries are commonplace, and it is normal to have good medicine for external injuries in the room.

Now she just wants to take out the best golden medicine and sprinkle it on all the wounds desperately, and stop the bleeding first.

Ba Xin looked at her with a fascination.

She's beautiful like this.

He couldn't take a look at it, and he didn't even hear what she was saying.

Yi Yanglan enjoyed his gaze very much, and she was not afraid of pain all over her body, but if the wound was not dealt with quickly, she was afraid that it would not heal well in the future.

So after she endured it for a while, she stood up with her body: "Lord Wang, I'll apply some medicine first"

"Smear" Ba Xin finally heard her words, threw the two plates on the table to her feet, and smirked, "No need to smear. Just wipe this. ”

"Wipe this" Yi Yanglan looked at the red, red and white scraps scattered all over the ground, and asked, "What is this?"

Ba Xin smiled: "Salt and chili powder." ”

Dip the fruit and mix it with milk tea.

Yi Yanglan's face finally changed, and her voice trembled: "Use it, use this to wipe it on the wound."

Impossible.

"yes, just on the wound." Bashin said excitedly, as if not knowing how horrible his request was, "Rub it on all wounds until the bleeding stops." ”

Yi Yanglan was shocked, couldn't help but take a few steps back, and stammered: "But if that's the case, these wounds may, may leave scars."

Rubbing salt and pepper on the wound is horrible, it's crazy

She has actually seen a lot of this kind of torture, but seeing others being treated like this is a completely different feeling.

She has practiced martial arts, fought, knows the feeling of injury and pain, and thinks she is not a weak woman, but she doesn't want to bear the pain of rubbing salt on her wounds.

Besides, a wound ravaged by salt and chili pepper will definitely be irritated by Yan zhòng, even if the pain is doubled, it will also be mixed with impurities, water will be sucked away, etc., and it will be difficult to deal with the wound cleanly, leaving a scar of Yan zhòng.

There are a hundred wounds on her body, and if the scars can't be removed, then, which man is willing to marry her

The thought of such a consequence made her face turn pale.

"What about scarring," Ba Xin said lightly, "as long as you do what the king wants you to do, the king will marry you." ”

Yi Yanglan should have been very happy when she heard such words, this is almost the promise of the prince.

However, there was only doubt in her eyes: "But, but my body will become ugly, how can the prince bear it"

In this world, there is no man who doesn't like beauty and chase beauty, especially the beautiful body of a woman

Especially a man like Hayabusa, who has seen and played with countless beauties, must have a very good eye and appetite, how could he like a woman's body full of scars

If the prince doesn't look down on her body, even if she can really marry the prince, it will be just a widow, there is no joy at all, and there is no future at all, so what's the point of marrying the prince

"There's nothing unbearable," Ba Xin said lightly, "It's just that there are some scars on his body, it's nothing." ”