"Bah! I deserve to be the dying person who is waiting for sin."

Jiao Gaoyi, who was led by the Royal Guards, spitted disdainfully after confirming that Guan Huarong had left.

At the peak of his soul, he was actually fooled by a girl.

"Chang Ling, have you seen this?"

Jiao Gaoyi flipped his right hand and took out a sharp sickle from the space ring.

The knife handle is pitch black all over, up to two meters long, with a straight bottom and slightly curved backwards at the top.

The knife body is as bloody as blood, nearly one meter long, with a sharp tip at the front and a wide and thick rear.

The sickle is heavy, indestructible, and extremely sharp.

"The Scythe of Blood Prison?"

Chang Ling raised her eyes and frowned slightly.

"When the Blood Prison broke out of White Tiger City, many team members died and they also left behind twelve sickles there."

“This is one of them.

It took me a lot of effort to get it.”

"Do you know its origin?"

Jiao Gaoyi played with the sickle a few times, a little obsessed with its weird beauty.

"have no idea."

Chang Ling studied alchemy techniques to cure diseases and save people, and was never interested in killing weapons, especially this kind of sickle that looks evil and dangerous.

"The origin of the sickle is not simple, nor is it an ordinary weapon."

"It is said that it was forged by Jiang Yuanlie, the ancestor of the Jiang family. It uses pure black iron collected from all over the northern border, and also collects the blood of tens of thousands of wild beasts and soaks it for a full twenty years."

"The sharpness reaches the real sharpness of iron as paper, and the hardness can withstand a heavy blow of millions of pounds.

Each one can be called a family heirloom treasure.”

"The reason for forging into the shape of a sickle is because the sickle symbolizes death, and because it is engraved with a curse."

"Every Blood Prison team member will also accept the curse above when he accepts it.

In this life and death, swords are the main ones and people are slaves.

It is conceived with blood and soul during life, and after death it will become its offering.”

Jiao Gaoyi is obsessed with the beauty of the sickle, and even more obsessed with his origin.

The royal guards looked at the sickle in Jiao Gaoyi's hand in surprise. This was the first time he heard that the sickle had such an extraordinary origin.

Jiao Gaoyi held the sickle and walked around behind Chang Ling. The sharp sickle gently hooked his snow-white neck.

"I'm not interested in the sickle."

Chang Ling's body trembled slightly, and the sickle was very cold, not cold, but cold.

It just put it gently on its neck, and the horror scene of the neck breaking as it was in its mind.

"It is said that those who are killed by the sickle will be killed together."

"Master Changling, do you want to try it?"

Jiao Gaoyi sneered and held the knife face against Chang Ling's fair chin.

Chang Ling shook her hands hard and forced herself to calm down: "Save it.

I am not afraid of death, nor threats, and you dare not kill me!"

"Diet is actually not scary.

What I’m afraid of is...hehe...I can’t even die!"

The sickle in Jiao Gaoyi's hand shook down gently, and the sharp tip of the knife easily cut the thin rope on Changling's neckline.

Chang Ling's delicate body trembled slightly, and her jade face was covered in frost: "What are you going to do!"

"This sickle should not kill many people, but you should never appreciate your wonderful body."

"Since it belongs to me, I have to treat it well."

Jiao Gaoyi turned to Chang Ling, held the sickle and slowly walked down, and reached into his clothes from the collar to the navel.

"You... are despicable!"

Chang Ling's aura was messy and she wanted to struggle, but she didn't dare to move.

The royal guards frowned slightly. Will it be a bit too much to treat Chang Ling, a famous dynasty, in this way?

In their minds, Changling is noble, holy, and beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy flower in the sky, otherwise it would be secular.

However... they quickly suppressed their dissatisfaction and admired Chang Ling's graceful figure at the same time.

"You are shameless! Is this the quality of the Royal Guard?"

Chang Ling noticed their invading eyes and was embarrassed and angry.

"Stop making yourself so noble."

"You have not had the title of a monarch's daughter and offended the royal family again. You have fallen from the sky to the ground."

"Even if you father and daughter finally compromise and surrender to the royal family, you are no longer the same as you used to be, but the toy in the hands of the royal family."

Jiao Gaoyi sneered twice, continuing to stimulate Changling.

"In a few years, you may marry into the royal family and become a concubine in the palace."

"But a concubine without feelings can only be enjoyed by the Human Emperor for a few days with that freshness. In the future, you will slowly rot into the palace like a wood."

"By the way, you offended the Ninth Princess. Maybe one day you will die of an accident.

Of course, if you pretend to die by accident, you will be sent to a very private place and become a plaything for some people."

"Changling, Changling, you're done!"

"You have enjoyed honor and glory for more than ten years, and the rest of your life... is a tragedy."

Jiao Gaoyi smiled grimly, and his words were full of humiliation and intimidation, which stimulated Chang Ling's spirit.

Chang Ling forced herself to calm down, but couldn't stop her gaze from shaking.

After all, she is just a teenage girl. She can withstand Guan Huarong's beating with her arrogance, but she cannot withstand the mental destruction of Jiao Gaoyi.

After Jiao Gaoyi said this, the royal guards looked at Chang Ling without any scruples, and they all felt a sense of stimulation of challenging taboos and blaspheming the saint.

Chang Ling forced herself to calm down, but couldn't calm down.

Shame! Shame! Her eyes began to blur! "I count to three, no, I count to ten, and hand over the ninth princess to me."

"Otherwise... the countless murderous sickle in my hand gently hooked forward, and your thin clothes will be open to us."

"Totally complete, thoroughly thorough."

Jiao Gaoyi's voice was very low and his tone was very slow, and he humiliated Chang Ling in a very humiliating manner.

"You dare..." Chang Ling scolded strongly, but as soon as she spoke, even she could hear the trembling in her voice.

"The royal family just wants to control the Dan Kingdom, and will never allow you to be so presumptuous!"

"I'll cut it open for you, enjoy it, and then put on a new dress for you, who knows?"

"You don't think about taking revenge on us either.

As long as we open our mouths outside and say that we have cut your clothes for you, your face and Danguo will fall into the mud."

"The whole dynasty will know that Grandmaster Changling, who is as noble as a fairy in their minds, once had such a history."

Jiao Gaoyi smiled: "Don't think about threatening me, I'm not that idiot Guan Huarong.

Now, I've started counting, one."

The royal guards all smiled badly, waiting to appreciate the thrilling and wonderful scenery inside their clothes.

Chang Ling's breathing gradually became rapid, her delicate body was trembling, and she could no longer maintain peace.

She can deal with normal people, but she doesn't know how to deal with such a rogue.

"Two..." "Three?"

"Haha...Four..." "Time flies so slowly, five!"

Jiao Gaoyi shouted slowly, admiring Chang Ling's angry and desperate expression.

At this time, Chang Ling suddenly remembered the Huangfucheng incident.

At that time, Jiang Yi responded to the confrontation of the royal family to fight violence with violence.

Chang Ling insisted on calming down: "Go back immediately and ten meters away from me, otherwise I will give you a hand."

"Is it the Ninth Princess's hand?

Haha…giving it out!”
To be continued...