Zi Qianmo was expressionless, and gave an answer that was not worth his life.

Yan Ruomeng was really angry, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

"Self-created? I don't believe it, how old are you to be able to create such an anti-injury exercise? I think you just won't say it! ”

"You're noisy." Zi Qianmo gave her a superfluous look, and she didn't bother to give it to her.

Noise is dead.

Fights and fights, and beeps all the time.

If you can't win, you will admit defeat, and if you can't win, you will die, where is there so much to say.

Zi Qianmo felt that his patience had almost reached the limit.

The middle and index fingers of the right hand are brought together.

The crimson sword qi, since it condensed between his fingers, stabbed towards Yan Ruomeng's heart at a speed that was unattainable to the naked eye.

"Poof".

Yan Ruomeng's heart was punctured.

She screamed in pain.

Because Zi Qianmo didn't use a sword, but a finger, he couldn't penetrate Yan Ruomeng's heart, but only caused a blood hole that was more hideous, huge, and irregular than a sword wound.

As a result, Yan Ruomeng will not die immediately.

Her heart was still beating.

The large blood vessels in her heart have not yet been broken, and they are firmly pressed by Zi Qianmo's fingers.

When Ziqian Moxiang asked her to die, she had to die when she wanted; Zi Qianmo wanted to torture her for as long as she wanted, and she would have to suffer as long as she wanted.

"Do you like it?"

Zi Qianmo rarely had a trace of expression - the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, looking playful.

"Let me go, let me die! I beg you, give me a good time! I can't stand it anymore! ”

Yan Ruomeng was completely tortured and went crazy, forgetting her dignity and begging for mercy frantically.

Just imagine what a terrible experience it must be to have two fingers running wildly in your heart.

I want to die, but I can't die.

What a kind of humiliation it is to be pinched and played with by the most hated, jealous, and hostile person in this life.

Ziqian Mo turned a deaf ear.

Continue to indulge in tormented smoke and dreams.

It's a rare opportunity.

If you don't enjoy it more, how can you be worthy of yourself?

As a healer, Zi Qianmo controlled Yan Ruomeng's bleeding well, and tortured and played with her for an hour before completely killing her.

And this hour will become a terrible nightmare that will linger in this life.

In the outer formation.

Yan Ruomeng's eyes suddenly widened, crying and screaming, her voice was sharp and terrifying, and her hands were covered in the position of her heart, as if there was still a big blood hole, and those two cruel fingers were in and out.

"Leave me alone! I beg you, let me die, really, woo woo, I want to die, the first place for you, I don't want it, I'm a stupid pig, no, I'm a reptile, Zi Qianmo, Purple girl, Sister Zi, give me a good time......"

He hasn't been able to recover from the pain yet.

Yan Ruomeng didn't know that she was "dead", and she had already received the "fulfillment" and "happiness" she had begged for.

She was starless, lying on the ground, whimpering, begging for mercy, still saying things that she couldn't even imagine, what dignity was, she didn't remember for a long time.

"Ruomeng!"

"Senior sister!"

"Senior Sister Yan!"

The disciples of the Treasure Pavilion, as well as Yan Ling, the master of the Treasure Pavilion, were all shocked when they saw this scene.

They never thought that they were full of expectations and high hopes for the "first place",