Ten thousand times?

Want to kill the villain in your hand ten thousand times?

This is too much, so cruel!

Song Yinan almost collapsed, "Can you pierce less?"

Adjutant Qian smiled and said, "Miss Song, 10,000 strokes are not too much, right? Your fans have tens of millions of fans. Miss Zhajun's villain who hides at home every day curses her, and it will be over 100 million in total!"

"You misunderstood. I don't think it's too much. I just think that after 10,000 piercings, I'll get it in the middle of the night, which will delay everyone's rest..."

"It's okay, you can continue to prick yours. If we are tired, we will go to rest. There is a camera in the hall. If you are tired and thirsty, just say it. There will be a servant to deliver food to you. So, don't worry, 10,000 pricks will be finished!"

Song Yinan was speechless after being blocked.

Fei Siting was really determined to punish her!

There was no way out, so he pierced the silver needle in his hand into the chest of the puppet in his hand.

"Miss Song, it doesn't count if the silver needle is inserted in half."

"You have to plunge in more than half?" she asked with her eyes widened.

Adjutant Qian nodded, "Well, yes!"

Song Yinan's depression and grievances and even anger were in her heart, and she was getting higher and higher. Looking at the puppet that was almost exactly the same as her, she couldn't do it for a long time!

This is to ask her to stab herself hard!

"Miss Song, start quickly. After you get started, you can rest early!"

Faced with Adjutant Qian's urging, Song Yinan closed her eyes and made a cruel decision. The silver needle in her hand stabbed the doll in the neck...

At that moment, it seemed as if it was the one who stabbed his neck, which hurt so much.

The second, the third, the fourth...

Every move made her suffocate and uncomfortable as if she fell into an abyss.

This is really cursing myself!

Fei Siting looked coldly, with a expressionless face. When the woman stabbed her for hundreds of times, he turned his faint gaze to Adjutant Qian...

The latter was very smart and immediately understood the meaning of his commander.

He coughed twice and asked in a pretentious manner, "Miss Song, you should feel better now, right?"

Song Yinan opened her eyes and her hands trembled, "What do you mean?"

Adjutant Qian continued, "Don't you feel guilty about Miss Jun. Now, every time you prick it, you feel less guilty, right?"

"..." She felt like a mouthful of blood choking in her throat, unable to drain or vomit.

For two full hours, the woman stabbed her for about 3,000 times.

Junziyan, who was sitting on the sofa, chuckled softly, his voice was neither cold nor hot, "Ms. Song empathized with the apology of being stabbed by his villain, I already felt it."

When Song Yinan heard this, her face was happy, and she stopped holding the silver needle's hand, "Thank you, Miss Jun."

Even if she hates gentlemen's words, she still has to say good things now. No matter what, she just wants to go home immediately!

Junzi Yan's smile on his lips was cold, and the tone changed, "Since it's too late, let's forget about the remaining seven thousand strokes of Miss Song."

Song Yinan was obviously very happy, but because she was still in "crime", she pretended to say: "Isn't this good, right? You know, if I don't finish my pussy, I will feel very uncomfortable."

She thought it would be okay for gentleman to say that this bitch would say.

but--

"Since that's the case, then you can dig out the doll's eyes by yourself." Junziyan said lightly, and finally added, "Oh, and you can take off the doll's head as well."

Song Yinan's pupils suddenly shrank...
Chapter completed!