San Jiaoyan rolled her eyes. She thought that King Yun would stop her, but he did not say anything.
When San Jiaoyan thought that she would be strangled to death, Yun chujiu let go of her hand, she said coldly, “Strangling you to death is too easy for you. I’m going to cut off your flesh piece by piece and then sprinkle some chili on it. Don’t you think it’s interesting?”
Before the nun could answer, Yun Chujiu had already cut San Jiaoyan’s face with a large kitchen knife. San Jiaoyan immediately cried out, “I said, I said, spare me!”
Yun chujiu placed the knife on San Jiaoyan’s neck and said coldly, “What’s going on? Where’s My Mother?”
“Ye Lan and ye Lan were locked in the cellar by us.”
“Who told you to lie about my mother eloping with someone? Tell me!”Yun Chujiu wished she could kill the nun immediately, but she had to endure it for the time being in order to find out the truth.