The searing pain spread across her face, and Jin Yingying bit her lips, not saying a word.
Lai Yuejin, seeing this, felt he was being insulted and said through gritted teeth, "Are you deaf or something? I'm talking to you, answer me."
The response he got was still silent air.
"I don't believe you can't speak up."
As he finished speaking, he "swish swish swish" madly swung his blade, the blade crisscrossing Jin Yingying's face, blood flowing like a waterfall.
At this moment, Lai Yuejin had completely descended into madness. Looking at Jin Yingying's ruined face, he felt immense satisfaction; thus, his right arm couldn't stop, the blade tip sliding on her flawless skin as it cut open her clothes.
Jin Yingying couldn't bear it anymore and finally spoke, "If you're a man, give me a quick death."
"To you now, death would be a relief, but I prefer to see your pained expression; it makes people more excited."
