Phi-Fic Chapter 215 Gift
Chapter 215 Gift
He suddenly stood up from the black crystal throne, his silver hair fluttering in the wind due to the violent emotional fluctuations.
An extremely terrifying demonic pressure erupted from his body, instantly filling the entire gloomy hall!
His scarlet eyes were fixed on Yang Xining, like a prey that had finally fallen into a trap and was hated to the core, almost spitting fire!
"It's you!!" He almost roared, and the sound shook the magic torches on the walls of the hall to shake violently!
That handsome yet now extremely hideous face was a mixture of extreme anger and a kind of morbid ecstasy.
He completely ignored Negal, and the only thing in his eyes was the stunning enemy who had humiliated him!
He stepped down the steps to the throne, and the heavy footsteps sounded like the beat of a drum against his heart.
Gel followed closely behind, a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.
Yang Xining met his murderous gaze without flinching, his lips even curling up in a cold, sarcastic arc: "Sai Lie, long time no see. It seems that the lesson we learned in the capital wasn't deep enough. Your eyes are still so...blind."
"You--!" Sailie was instantly enraged, his handsome face twisted with rage, he almost rushed forward and tore Yang Xining to pieces!
But he forced himself to suppress the urge, his chest heaving violently, his crimson eyes fixed on her, as if he wanted to devour her alive. "A lesson? Just you? A lowly human who had the good fortune to injure this prince?!"
He sneered harshly, "This prince has been looking for you for a long time! I didn't expect you to come here and seek death!"
He walked slowly around Yang Xining, as if examining a toy that was about to be disassembled. The rage in his eyes was gradually replaced by a morbid and twisted excitement: "Tell me, where is that toy named Xiao Zongli now? Huh? Is she still in the capital, waiting for you to go back? What a pity... you can't save yourself." He deliberately mentioned Xiao Zongli, trying to provoke Yang Xining and appreciate her collapsed expression.
The depths of Yang Xining's pupils suddenly contracted, and a ray of angry light almost burst out of his pupils.
But she controlled her expression very well, only her jawline tensed for a moment.
She said coldly: "I am enough to deal with a piece of trash like you. Zong Li can crush a waste like you with just one finger." She fought back mercilessly, biting the word "waste" very hard.
"How dare you!" Gel couldn't help but shout, and magic power surged.
However, Sele raised his hand to stop Ger. His face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it, but a more cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He suddenly stopped in front of Yang Xining, and the distance between them was so close that they could feel each other's breath.
He stretched out his pale, slender fingers, and with the devil's unique coldness, he pinched Yang Xining's chin fiercely and humiliatingly, forcing her to look up and look directly into his scarlet eyes burning with anger.
"You're being stubborn? Very good!" Sailie's voice deepened, hissing like a venomous snake, and every word was laced with poison. "This prince loves to tame thorny prey like you. I will break your bones one by one, peel off your beautiful skin, and listen to you wail and beg for mercy at my feet... Finally, I will pull out your soul and roast it in demonic fire for ten thousand years! You will pay the eternal price for the capital's foolish behavior! But now..."
His fingertips slowly slid across Yang Xining's fair and shiny skin, and the smoothness of the other's skin made him linger.
"I decided to enjoy you first, and then throw you to my subordinates, so that they can take turns trampling you."
A strong sense of humiliation and murderous intent surged in Yang Xining's body like magma, and the power of Satan roared in her blood, almost breaking free from its restraints!
The light in her purple eyes grew brighter and brighter as she stared coldly at Sere's face, which was so close to her. There was no trace of fear in her eyes, only overwhelming hatred.
"You dare?" Yang Xining's voice was as cold as if it came from the Netherworld, piercingly cold, with a strange, heart-pounding calmness: "Selene, you are courting death!"
Sailie's scarlet pupils shrank sharply! The fingers pinching her chin suddenly tightened!
He was about to have a fit—
"Cough." Negal, who had been standing nearby and watching the show like an invisible man, coughed lightly at the right time.
He had a perfectly respectful smile on his face, but his red eyes flickered with a playful glint of anticipation. He spoke slowly, "Your Highness, it seems this 'gift' has brought back many... 'good' memories for you?" He deliberately emphasized the word "good" with a devilish, incendiary taste.
Celie's gaze swept towards Negar like a sharp blade, and the hand that pinched Yang Xining's chin did not loosen. "Negal Zhujue, I didn't expect you to bring back my 'gift' so soon. It really surprised me."
His voice was cold, "You did a great job." It was hard to tell whether the word "great job" was a genuine compliment or contained some other meaning.
Negar bowed gracefully. "It is the Seventh Legion's honor to be able to share His Highness's worries."
He raised his head, and glanced with his red eyes at Yang Xining who was restrained by Celie, with a faint arc at the corner of his mouth, "I wonder how Your Highness intends to...'enjoy' this generous gift? Do you need me to prepare some...special 'props' for you?" He hinted at props and torture methods, continuing to add fuel to the fire.
Selie swung Yang Xining's chin away with such force that she staggered. He announced to Negal, and as if to the entire hall, his voice was filled with cruel joy and unquestionable command: "Take her to my room!"
His scarlet eyes flashed with a malicious light, "This prince will personally and slowly...enjoy this 'generous gift'!"