Perhaps Xue Jian was speechless, but still appraised, "The torture of flesh is merely a refinement for me; no matter how much effort you put in... hiss!!!"
Stabbed directly by Qin Yu, Xue Jian's entire body convulsed, his face turning deathly pale, as if he had suffered a cataclysmic blow—akin to being stabbed in the chrysanthemum.
Grandma Rong. The Great Demon King of the Qin family. The Desolation Needle, get to know it.
"You said you wouldn't force..."
"I didn't force you, that's why I'm letting you voluntarily confess, I stab, I stab, I stab..."
After a few jabs, Qin Yu stopped, as Xue Jian had fainted, almost foaming at the mouth.
Qin Yu reached out to feel the latter's breath.
"Good, good, still alive. Fortunately, I controlled myself and didn't overdo it."
Then she propped him up as if covering her ears to steal a bell, "But now what, how to hatch the egg..."
Qin Yu took out the egg and compared it, "If we're going to hatch an egg, it should be like this."
