Nan Xirong was bitten by a snake, and all kinds of wounds were cut. The dragon robe had a hole, and some blood spots were sucked out. He stood on the edge, lowering his head and watching Ye Song being entangled by the giant python, just watching, without any intention of taking action.

Isn’t it just that she is struggling in a mess? If it weren’t for this woman, she wouldn’t have fallen down there too. Why should she save her? If she doesn’t have the ability to fight back, she will be buried in the snake’s belly.

Jueming tightened tighter and tighter, and his huge body was squirming in circles. Ye Songzhi felt that he was about to be deformed. The stone in her hand was so tight that it was worn out by her. The palm of her hand was almost embedded, but when she tried her best to hit the giant python's body with the stone, she found that she could not smash it at all. Because the giant python's skin was too thick, as long as there was no broken skin, it would not feel pain.

Later, Ye Song threw away the stone in his hand without any nostalgia. She raised her hand and pulled out the long hairpin with her hair. Her already scattered hair opened with the black cloth in an instant and poured down. The long hairpin she tied with her hair was much sharper than the stone, and it was cold metal, so she didn't know what the snake was like to hold. She raised the hairpin high, not knowing where the snake's seven inches was, and she had no time to estimate the snake body, so she aimed at the place where she was easy to deal with and inserted it hard.

This hairpin is better than a stone, and the place where it is subjected to force is very sharp and small. Even if the skin of the giant python is hard, it is not as hard as the metal hairpin. So with this force, the hairpin penetrated deeply into the skin of the giant python. As soon as the giant python suffered, its body shrank desperately.

Ye Song's body was almost unable to bear it, so he gritted his teeth and roared. While breaking an entrance from the snake, he inserted the hairpin into it and did not take it out. Instead, he walked in the opposite direction and continued upwards. He raised his arms and drew a deep hole. She slashed down further, breaking the snake's belly like a fish belly.

The giant python finally couldn't stand it, so it suddenly loosened its body and planned to escape. Ye Song's hands were splattered with blood. The giant python could not escape the smooth stone pit. As long as it was still alive, Ye Song might be able to fight back at any time. So he pierced a hairpin along the snake's body into its three-inch land, reached into his fingers and pinched its spine. The giant python twitched on the ground, but could not move. Her eyes were fierce, and she raised her hairpin and pierced it into the seven-inch land of the giant python.

When the shouts above were connected, Ye Song sat quietly in the stone pit alone. The giant python lying beside her slowly died, and her body was covered in blood and looked extremely embarrassed. Nan Xirong saw this whole process with his own eyes.

This game is not fun, but shocking.

The princess ran to Nan Xirong and looked down. She saw Ye Song still alive, but the pet python she had raised for several years died. Moreover, Ye Song also touched the snake's belly inch by inch, and when he touched the hard part, he cut it with a hairpin. There was a very full snake gall inside. She took out the snake gall, picked it in the air for a while, and then put it in her mouth and swallowed it.

Snake gall is a kind of nourishing people. She still remembers that when she went out, Su Jing liked to eat snake meat, and Su Jing taught her how to get snake bile. In the past, she never ate these things, and she would not even eat the roasted snake meat.

There were still scattered small snakes in the stone pit, but after the big snake died, they all crawled obediently on the edge and did not dare to act rashly at Ye Song anymore.

The princess shouted to Nan Xirong: "Brother, she killed my Azhi, and now she will kill her to avenge Azhi!"

Nan Xirong did not answer. The princess took the initiative to recruit the palace guards and ordered them to go down and chop Ye Song's head off. However, Nan Xirong stopped him: "Everything is withdrawn!"

"Emperor Brother!" The princess cried and refused to support herself. She watched Nan Xirong jump out of the pit and took Ye Song out again. The princess immediately pulled out a sword from the guard and stabbed Ye Song.

As a result, Nan Xirong easily let out a flash of help, and the princess staggered. If he hadn't reached out to pull it in time, she would have fallen into the pit, and she was so scared that her face was bloodless.

Nan Xirong knocked off the knife in her hand and said, "If you have enough trouble, go back!"

"I haven't had enough trouble, what should I do with my Azhi? I want her to pay her blood debts!" ​​The princess stared at Ye Song hatefully.

Ye Song's face under the blood stain showed a leisurely expression, as if he was very at ease listening to the quarrel between Nan Xirong and his sisters. Nan Xirong said: "You asked me to throw her in, so you have to bear the consequences of whoever dies."

The princess looked at his calm and said, "You knew from the beginning that this woman would definitely kill Azhi, right?"

Nan Xirong didn't answer again, and walked back with Ye Song straight back. Back in the hall, he threw Ye Song on the ground, smiled and squatted down, as if the danger just now did not exist at all, and everything was over and over again, saying, "Is that fight just now happy? Do I want me to find another more pleasant way for you?"

A more enjoyable way... that is to continue what has not been finished. Ye Song's bloody forehead suddenly rubbed and kowtowed hard on Nan Xirong's head. Nan Xirong leaned back, and the kowtow made him dizzy and felt that his brain seemed to be trembling. Before he could get angry, Ye Song waved the hairpin in his hand and swept over Nan Xirong's face.

Nan Xirong hid on his face, and the end of the hairpin was cut into Nan Xirong's hair, and suddenly broke a subtle thread inside.

The thread broke, and half of Nan Xirong's face suddenly turned cold, and the half-mask was loosened. Nan Xirong seemed very nervous and immediately reached out to hold on to his mask. Ye Song took this opportunity to pounce on him again and beat him to death.

The mask fell off from his hand and was thrown away some distance. He lay alone on the ground with a cold and golden luster. Nan Xirong was furious. If he wanted to kill Ye Song, it would be easy to turn over and pinch Ye Song down.

His long and thick hair fell from both sides of his cheeks, covering most of the expressions on his face, but the fierce light on his face was very ferocious.

While snatching Ye Song, he grabbed the hairpin from her hand, and his face almost touched her, making her see more clearly. Ye Song opened his mouth, but laughed before he could make a sound.

Nan Xirong was very sensitive and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Ye Song couldn't speak at all, and he asked again: "What are you laughing at?"

Ye Song looked at him and said to his mouth: "It turns out that you are afraid of being shameful."

His originally smooth and cold face was covered by the half mask, no longer as radiant as before, but was scattered with scars, looking ugly and terrifying.

That's why he always had to wear that half mask.

Nan Xirong was really stimulated by Ye Song's words and roared a little crazy: "Isn't it all thanks to you! Here, here, here..." He pointed his scars at his fingers and showed them to Ye Song, "Every scar here is left by you! Have you forgotten that how much do you owe me in that fire? I will make you regret every trace on your face!"

"That's not what I owe you, it's your own fault..."

Nan Xirong slapped her, and she turned her face away. She covered her face with one hand, and Ye Song tried his best to move his throat and tongue, and finally a very thick voice burst out from his mouth: "After I looked at your face, I felt even more regretful. Why didn't you burn you to death in that fire..."

"I am the supreme true dragon emperor of a country. How could I be so easily burned to death!" Nan Xirong gritted his teeth again, grabbed Ye Song's hair, exposed her bloody forehead, and said, "You said I can't stand it, but I can't stand it even more in my opinion! This is just to think that I'm giving you a drop in the bucket! From now on, you will be just an ugly woman who has ruined her face!"

He left Ye Song, hurriedly picked up the mask on the ground, and left.

When facing Ye Song, he often had an illusion that he was facing himself.

Ye Song lay on the cold ground for a long time before she stood up little by little, walked to the dressing table, and looked at the blurry figure in the bronze mirror. She slowly put her head closer, took up her forehead, and looked at her forehead. The bright red spot was blurred on it, which made her eyes move, and then she put her forehead down.

Every now and then, Nan Xirong had to come up with new moves to torture her. It seemed that she was a doll with tenacious vitality and would never die no matter how hard she tried.

Ye Song's tongue healed, but she still didn't speak, like a mute. The wound on her face was healed, as Nan Xirong said, a very ugly scar left on her forehead, completely ruining her appearance and turning into an ugly woman.

She was not afraid of her ugliness, but this would become a good cover, making Nanyan people other than Nan Xirong refused to even look at her.

She was packed into round bamboo strips by Nan Xirong, and in the horse farm, she played the bamboo strips back and forth with the Nan Xirong generals as balls. In order to give the soldiers anger, Nan Xirong tied her to a wooden stake, allowing each of the fifty or one hundred Nan Xi soldiers who were kissed to whip her.

All of this, Nan Xirong just wanted her to suffer humiliation.

Her tendons and tendons were broken by Nan Xirong. He admired Ye Song's painful expression wantonly. Ye Song gritted his teeth and refused to scream. Later, Nan Xirong felt a little regretful, so he asked the imperial physician to try to connect Ye Song's tendons and tendons, but unfortunately it was not that easy.

Ye Song was deep in the Nanwang Palace, and he became a useless person. She didn't even have the energy to hold a bowl or a pair of chopsticks. Her hands could no longer wave a whip, and it would be good that she could stop her trembling.
Chapter completed!