Chapter 526: Little, I'm Sorry

Yu Zhe, who was standing over there, heard her shout, and he was stunned in place, not even daring to turn his head to look at Mu Xiaoxiao's expression.

His hand hanging down at his side was clenched into a fist, his nails almost embedded in the palm of his hand.

Little, I'm sorry... I'm sorry...

Yu Zhe closed his eyes, his face full of pain.

Han Xueer was overjoyed like watching a play. She admired Mu Xiaoxiao's painful expression and felt that she had never been so happy before.

At this moment, she felt like a queen who could control Mu Xiaoxiao's destiny.

She wants Mu Xiaoxiao to suffer, and Mu Xiaoxiao has to suffer.

She wants Mu Xiaoxiao to die, and Mu Xiaoxiao can only die!

This taste is so cool!

Han Xueer grinned and gestured to the man behind him. The man stepped forward and handed him a knife.

She slowly drew the blade, staring at the cold light emanating from the sharp blade.

As if thinking, how would it feel if the blade was slashed on the flesh?

"Mu Xiaoxiao, aren't you proud that you have a beautiful face? Tsk tsk, how many boys like you, not because of your face? I think, Jie Shao likes you because of your face, right? Oh, And your hot body."

Han Xueer approached Mu Xiaoxiao and deliberately gestured in front of Mu Xiaoxiao with a knife blade to scare her.

Mu Xiaoxiao was very sad now, and was not in the mood to pay attention to her perverted appearance.

She felt that Han Xueer's eyes were particularly terrifying, like a lunatic, and had completely lost her mind.

Han Xueer put down the tip of the knife and pointed it at Mu Xiaoxiao's chest.

She said in a slow voice, "You say, I'll make a hole in you, or cut off your plump breasts... Will Young Master Jie still like your figure?"

Then, the blade came close to Mu Xiaoxiao's cheek again.

"How many knives does this face need to be drawn?"

Mu Xiaoxiao's tender face was even more tense compared to the blade that exuded a cold light.

Han Xueer's eyes narrowed slowly, her eyes gradually became scarlet, and her hatred became stronger.

Mu Xiaoxiao could feel how cold the blade against her face was.

She didn't dare to move, her body trembled.

She didn't even dare to speak to stimulate Han Xueer, because she knew that Han Xueer would dare to attack.

Because Han Xueer had obviously been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Mu Xiaoxiao held her breath, almost resigned, and almost desperate.

She closed her eyes and waited for the pain to come.

Han Xueer's face was hideous, she looked at Mu Xiaoxiao's expression, and shouted dissatisfiedly, "What are you calling! You beg me! Mu Xiaoxiao, if you beg me humbly, I will consider letting you go!"

Do not!

This was not the result she wanted.

What she wanted was to step on Mu Xiaoxiao like garbage under her feet.

Mu Xiaoxiao should have screamed in fear, and then her whole body was terrified, crying and begging her to let her go.

Not so... so calm and resolute!

Han Xueer really hated Mu Xiaoxiao.

Facing the blade against her face, why wasn't she afraid, why didn't she scream!

"You called me! You screamed at me! Did you hear me!"

Han Xueer angrily pulled Mu Xiaoxiao and wanted her to follow her script.

However, Mu Xiaoxiao squinted at her from the corner of the eye, and there were tears in her eyes, but it didn't make her appear cowardly.