Chapter 997 Violent Jiang Ying 4

Feng Tianlan pursed her lips calmly, raised the sharp knife in her hand, and looked at Jiang Ying's knee, "An eye for an eye."

Whatever was done to her back then, she will pay back now.

"Shen Qingdai..."

Feng Tianlan didn't listen to his roar anymore, but squatted down, cut open his robe, and soon exposed his slightly white and tender kneecaps, curled his lips into a sneer, and took the sharp knife, Cut it down...

"Ah! Shen..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Tianlan went down with another knife, unhurriedly cutting open the flesh on his knee, like picking his teeth, scraping his flesh little by little, the painful Jiang Ying raised her head and screamed, It hurts, it really hurts.

Hearing his screams, Feng Tianlan raised the corners of her lips. It turns out that revenge is so joyful, even with her blood, and clamoring for violence. Since it's so joyful and has no other scruples, then let yourself go The evil blood returns all the hatred.

Thinking of this, Feng Tianlan deepened the movements in his hands, scraped off the little flesh on Jiang Ying's knee, and then wiped it vigorously with a handkerchief soaked in salt water and added hemostatic powder.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Jiang Ying's screams were worse than Patriarch Jiang and Mrs. Jiang. He only felt the pain, piercing his heart, and he just wanted to die from the pain.

Feng Tianlan saw that it was wiped clean and no longer bleeding. The smooth kneecap was presented in front of her. She stood up and looked at Jiang Ying with a wicked smile, "I haven't started yet, you Let’s save some strength and call from the back.”

The pain on his knees disappeared somewhat, and Jiang Ying, who was screaming, gasped for a moment. The cold sweat on his face was as pale as a piece of paper, "Shen Qingdai, you devil..."

"Okay, we can continue." Feng Tianlan smiled lightly again.

The subordinate immediately stepped forward and lifted Jiang Ying's leg, allowing Feng Tianlan to dig bones while standing, but Jiang Ying was so suppressed by the spiritual power of Si Mobai that he couldn't even make a sound. out.

Feng Tianlan took the sharp spoon-like object from his subordinates, knocked on Jiang Ying's exposed kneecap, raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Ying with a sneer, looked at his pale face, full of tears. It's the color of panic, the blood of evil, and the clamor is even more cheerful.

Annotated the spiritual power on the spoon-like object, looked at the thick white bones, and dug it down gently...

"Ah! Ah!" The screams belonged to Patriarch Jiang and Mrs. Jiang. After screaming, they passed out.

Feng Tianlan only felt Jiang Ying's legs tremble, and looked up, only to see that Jiang Ying had passed out and frowned.

The subordinate immediately scooped up salt water and poured it on Jiang Ying's kneecap.

"Ah!" The piercing pain woke up Jiang Ying who had passed out. At this time, he was already dripping with sweat, and his whole body was wet, as if he had just crawled out of the water.

"Shen... Qingdai!" Jiang Ying's eyelashes were stained with sweat, even though he couldn't see Feng Tianlan clearly, he could still see through.

"Are you awake?" Feng Tianlan looked at him lightly, and pursed his lips slightly, "Then continue, this is just the beginning, you can still dig twenty or thirty times, and then change your foot."

"What do you think...?" Jiang Ying gasped and asked weakly. He felt that he could no longer bear the pain of digging the bone for the second time. It was too painful. The pain seemed to spread to the Soul, at the moment of pain, he wished he could die immediately.