Chapter 11: Grandfather, what do you mean by this?

  Jingyue Xiaomeng's neck was pinched, and her facial expression was somewhat distorted. Her slender hands covered the back of Beimeng Xuan's large palms. She originally wanted to pull open Beimeng Xuan's hands...

  That bloody North Ming Xuan, a strange light flashed at the bottom of his black eyes. These small hands were soft and warm. The warmth seeped into his palms, slowly penetrating into his own blood. Penetrating into his heart, which was like an icy cave for thousands of years. It made him tremble violently.

  This feeling is very strange.

  Jingyue Xiaomeng found that her strength was not enough to loosen the hands around her neck. Jingyue Xiaomeng took a gentle approach: "Ah, handsome and elegant sir, my love for you is like the endless Yangtze River, never-ending. Just now I just wanted to give you another kind of deep memory. Let you remember that I am different. Hehehe, look at your majestic and slender figure. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, abdominal muscles, mermaid line... Wow, so beautiful it's breathtaking..."

  On this side, Jingyue Xiaomeng's small mouth was chattering away, spouting all the praise for men that she could think of. However, the gaze of this killing god, the black pupils under the mask, didn't move an inch. Instead, the aura on his face grew even heavier. A cold voice rang out: "You haven't heard the rumors?"

  Jing Yue Xiaomeng, who was still in the midst of various praises, stopped immediately upon hearing Bei Ming Xuan's words. She raised her head and looked at him, saying: "Sir, what do you mean? What rumors?"

  Bloodthirsty slaughter filled the dark eyes staring at Jing Yue's face. Wanting to see something from this woman's face. In vain, the absolute killing voice sounded again: "You, don't you know who I am?"

  "I know. Ghost-faced man... you're here..." Jing Yue Xiaomeng was about to say, "You're here to snatch Su Su's Burning Silence Sword." Fortunately, she closed her mouth in time. If she had said those words, she might have been killed by the man in front of her. She knew very well that she, a person who had fought on modern battlefields, couldn't defeat the man in front of her.

  The dark and cold gaze of the black pupils stared at Jingyue Xiaomeng, and with a forceful hand, an absolute killing voice said: "Speak, who are you?"

  "Uh... sir... be gentle... I'm Jingyue Xiaomeng..." Jingyue Xiaomeng felt both annoyed and relieved. Annoyed that the words came out so smoothly, and relieved that she didn't reveal that this ghost-faced man was here to steal the Huojing Sword.

  Obviously, Beiming Xuan was misunderstood. He was very dissatisfied with Jingyue Xiaomeng's answer. The bloodthirsty Jiuesha's voice said: "If you don't speak, I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the cat."

  Go ahead and guess, this man is not good at it. Cats eat fish, not tongues.

  The man in front of him seemed to be able to see through Jing Yue's thoughts, and the bloodthirsty voice sounded again: "Cats don't eat human tongues, I'll chop you into meat sauce and feed it to you."

  "Ugh......" This man is really terrifying and disgusting.

  Jingyue Xiaomeng couldn't help but think of the scene where she was forced to eat her own tongue by this killing god in front of her. She really couldn't bear it... The discomfort in her abdomen was like a stormy sea...