บท 717: You Will Regret It

"Mrs. Ji, you seem to be afraid of me. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I'll do something bad?" Zhan Cangqiong's eyes were fixed on Shen Hanxing. "I admit that there are some things that I can do, but so what? Can you kill me, Mrs. Ji?"

Zhan Cangqiong raised his hand. The joints on his palm were distinct, looking slender and beautiful, like a pair of hands that could play the piano. However, Shen Hanxing was well aware that not only did the pair of hands not know how to play a musical instrument, but they would also touch many weapons and be stained with blood. But now, he was holding the fruit knife with both hands. He did not hold back his strength. He held the fruit knife and let the sharp edge cut his palm, causing bright red blood to flow.

But Zhan Cangqiong seemed to be unable to feel the pain. He continued to hold the fruit knife and guided Shen Hanxing to place it against his chest. Shen Hanxing could not help but frown.