Chapter 525 Wei Iris, It Hurts

When Feng Yin saw Wei Yuanwei walking towards him with a knife with a cold light, he immediately cowered timidly in the corner of the bed and said in fear: "Wei Yuanwei, what are you going to do?"

"Feng Yin, I have no patience with you anymore. You like to pretend so much, so keep pretending." Wei Yuanwei raised the featherless knife in her hand and stabbed Feng Yin.

Feng Yin immediately blocked it with his hands and shouted in fear: "Wei Yuanwei, no, don't kill me!"

However, Wei Yuanwei was completely indifferent to Feng Yin's cry. The sharp blade scratched Feng Yin's skin, and the bright red blood, like a blooming peony, quickly dyed Feng Yin's obscene clothes red.

Feng Yin blocked it with his hands and said to Wei Yuanxi in a voice mixed with heavy crying: "Wei Yuanxi, it hurts, it hurts..."

Like a real fool, he only knows how to hide but not how to run.

Wei Yuanwei's expression was grim. His martial arts had recovered, as had his internal strength. Even without the use of martial arts and internal strength, he could subdue her with just his strength.

Wei Yuanwei's eyes were blood red, she grabbed Feng Yin's hand and dragged him from the bed to the ground.

Feng Yin was thrown to the ground helplessly, and then Wei Yuanwei plunged the featherless knife into Feng Yin's palm. Immediately, Feng Yin's painful cry echoed throughout the room.

Wei Yuanwei originally thought that Feng Yin would hide, but Wei Yuanwei never expected that the featherless knife in her hand would penetrate Feng Yin's palm firmly, directly penetrating Feng Yin's entire palm.

What Wei Yuanwei didn't expect was that the featherless sword was so sharp. She swore that she was just pretending to pierce Feng Yin's palm, but she didn't really want to penetrate Feng Yin's palm.

Who knew that with just a little bit of force, she would penetrate Feng Yin's palm.

Feng Yin's painful screams accompanied by cries made Wei Yuanwei's body become colder and colder.

"Wei Yuanwei, it hurts... it really hurts..." Feng Yin opened his mouth wide, his throat full of heavy cries, and the expression in his dark eyes was not only fear but also helplessness.

But that look is still silly...

"Feng Yin, how long are you going to keep pretending?" Looking at Feng Yin's helpless look, Wei Yuanxiang was moved for a moment, but then Wei Yuanxiang's heart became fierce again.

Feng Yin, who was lying on the ground, just shook his head. The tears shed out of fear soaked his whole face. He still only said those few words: "Wei Yuanwei, I didn't pretend, I didn't pretend, I didn't." Pretending...it really hurts..."

Feng Yin watched the blood flow out of his palm, and the fear in his eyes became more and more intense. He stretched out his hand to pull out the knife inserted in his palm, but whenever he was about to touch the handle of the knife, he shrank back in fear.

"Feng Yin, whether you are pretending or not, you must die today anyway!" Wei Yuanwei forced her heart to harden. She could not forget how she spent this year, day and night. Looking for Mu Jin, every day and night was so difficult and painful for her. She could not bear the loss of Mu Jin.

Only by killing Feng Yin can the situation between her and Mu Jin improve.

Wei Yuanwei suddenly pulled out the Featherless Knife from Feng Yin's palm. As Mu Jin said, this knife would not be stained with any blood. The moment she pulled it out, only a small amount of blood spattered out. , and the blood that was originally stained on the blade of the Wuyu Sword quickly dripped from the blade of the Wuyu Sword, glowing with a cold light.

"Ah..." Feng Yin screamed out in pain again. The moment Wei Yuanwei pulled out the featherless sword, Feng Yin covered his palm and turned over in pain on the ground.

Immediately, Feng Yin, who had been stabbed several times, was completely frightened. Looking at Wei Yuanwei, the trust in his eyes turned into fear, and he slowly crawled towards the door.

Killing is addictive. When the first knife penetrates a person's body, if it does not stop, then the second and third knife will bring a sense of pleasure during the penetration.

This is why some people still stab the other person with a knife after he is clearly dead. It is because of the feel and reputation of the knife cutting through the skin when the murderer stabs the knife into the body of the deceased. The murderer has been driven into a kind of madness.

But now Wei Yuanwei does not enjoy this process, but is determined to kill Feng Yin.

She originally wanted to find another way to let Feng Yin die, but when she stabbed Feng Yin for the first time, she had no room for maneuver, and she would not look back.

Wei Yuanwei held the feather-free sword and stabbed Feng Yin's shoulder heavily again. Feng Yin's screams immediately echoed throughout the room.

Feng Yin turned his head in pain and looked at the bloody Wei Yuanwei. In addition to panic, there was deep fear in his black eyes. He seemed to not understand Wei Yuanwei's behavior: "Wei Yuanwei, I hate it. Do you all want you to kill me..."

It was a sound of despair, or a last act of trust in Wei Iris.

Wei Yuanwei didn't speak. Looking at Feng Yin who was at a loss and completely frightened, Wei Yuanwei's hand holding the featherless sword trembled slightly.

Did Feng Yin fail to recover, or was Feng Yin just pretending?

Did Feng Yin predict that she wouldn't kill him, so he deliberately played a trick in front of her?

Wei Yuanwei pursed her lips, and the cruelty in her eyes quickly flashed through her eyes. At the same time, Feng Yin's remaining trust in Wei Yuanwei was gone, as if he was seeing a ferocious beast. Guard iris.

Wei Yuanwei held Feng Yin down with her hands, and then straddled Feng Yin's body. The expression on her face instantly became cruel and ruthless. She raised the featherless knife in her hand and cut Feng Yin's throat.

That decisive yet cruel look made Feng Yin struggle in fear, and his black eyes suddenly dilated.

When the featherless sword reached Feng Yin's neck, time seemed to have stopped.

I could only hear the despair of Feng Yin, the helpless look before death, and the low sobs.

The cold blade pressed against Feng Yin's neck, causing Feng Yin's whole body to tense up and tremble violently as he struggled.

Wei Yuanwei took a deep breath, the sweat on her forehead slowly slid down her cheeks, and a thin layer of sweat was wrapped around her white neck.

"Sorry, I scared you!" Wei Yuanwei put down the featherless sword in her hand and quickly got off Feng Yin's body.

Through Feng Yin's reaction just before he encountered danger and died, Wei Yuanwei concluded that Feng Yin was not pretending.

If he regains his memory, Feng Yin will definitely stop him when her knife is about to cut his throat. Even if he doesn't want to stop, the human body's instinct will let him stop it.