Female Mercenary Transmigration 2: Smiling as the Clouds Rise
Chapter 10: In the Bridal Chamber, Full of Killing Intent 7
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The icy words overflowed leisurely from between his teeth: "I also said that you would die by my hand. If this time fails, there will be a next time."
"There is only one possibility when a woman wants a man to die by her hand."
The man raised an eyebrow, slowly loosening the fingers gripping Hua Wuxin's wrist: "That is to use tenderness and charm to let the man find ultimate ecstasy upon her body!"
Immediately following this, he gripped tightly and snapped it with force.
Listening to the crisp sound of the bone breaking at his fingertips, the wicked smile at the corner of the man's mouth deepened.
Hua Wuxin felt a surge of intense pain from her wrist; the agony brought by the fracture caused her vision to go dark.
She gritted her teeth secretly to maintain her consciousness, remaining silent as she raised her eyes to meet the man's gaze.
The strands of hair on her forehead were dampened by sweat, clinging to her skin and adding a touch of mesmerizing, unconventional allure.
The smile on Hua Wuxin's face became even more demonic as she curled her lips slightly; "I have seen many men die at the hands of women, but it was absolutely never by the method you described!"
At the very least, hundreds of men had died by her hands, and they had all used martial force.
Men who underestimated women often died at the hands of those they looked down upon.
As her voice fell, Hua Wuxin's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Narrowing her eyes as she looked into the man's frigid gaze, she spoke icily: "Name!"
The intense pain in her arm had already allowed her to snap out of the initial anger following the inexplicable insult, and all her thoughts had returned to their normal, cold clarity.
At this moment, if she engaged in a head-on collision, she would be the only one to suffer the loss.
A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years!
"Empress, what kind of tricks are you playing now?"
Hearing Hua Wuxin's question, a thick sense of mockery instantly appeared in the man's eyes.
He raised his other hand, his slender fingers lightly stroking Hua Wuxin's lips.
Curling his lips into a playful, teasing smile, he said, "Do not tell me that you do not know my name is Bei Ye Lie!"