"Now, I will crush your body into mud, divide it into eight pieces, and feed them to eight wolves. Theoretically, it should have the same effect, right?"
"You don't need to keep threatening me by saying how strong and profound the academy is."
"Bang—"
"I've been looking for you for a long time. Don't worry, none of those people from Nanyue Academy will survive!"
"Bang—"
"What you did to him in secret while I was away, you shall repay in the same way now that I am here!"
"Bang—"
"Ziyan, everyone from Nanyue Academy, have your bones smashed, smashed alive, until they're reduced to minced meat and then dragged to feed the wolves. This scene is strangely familiar from back then..."
In a quiet and dimly lit basement.
A bloodcurdling scream filled the air.
Each cry was a piercing, excruciating pain, tearing at the heart.
Brother Hao, who barely escaped from the explosion site, probably never imagined that dying under the residual force of those hundred grenades would be such a blessing, and that being left with no trace of his body was a luxury.
He could only watch helplessly as every inch of his skin and every bone on his body was smashed by the hammer, and finally died amidst his exhausted pleas for mercy.
Half an hour later.
All the students of the academy were brutally murdered and dismembered, and were dragged out by Green Smoke's men.
The bloody scene was imprinted in the minds of the soldiers and other members of the garrison. The young soldier collapsed to the ground in fear, trembling as he asked, "Miss Cheng... Miss Cheng..."
"No, no, it's your sect leader, is your sect leader really that bloodthirsty?"
Hearing these trembling words, Ziyan wiped the blood from her face with a handkerchief: "Standard procedure, you'll get used to it."
"These people from the academy are clearly courting death. Day after day, they insist on sowing discord between Young Master Zhou and their master. Even on the verge of death, they still want to persuade their master to betray Young Master Zhou. What a bunch of idiots."
"How can a high-ranking person like Master not simply act out of love? Or harbor other motives? What motives could he possibly have! Couldn't he simply like Young Master Zhou?"
"They dare to look down on those who are love-struck? No, you're wrong!"
"They look down on pure love!"
"Anyone who dares to stand in the way of Master and Young Master Zhou's relationship will suffer the same fate." As she said this, Ziyan glanced subtly at the soldiers: "You understand what I mean, don't you?"
The young soldier shook his head.
Upon seeing Ziyan's serious expression, he nodded firmly again.
God knows how much trauma that scene just now left on him!
That's terrifying!
This group of people is absolutely terrifying!
Falling into their hands, death is actually a relief!
"You really understand?" Ziyan squinted, looking at the soldiers with suspicion, and said, "When you meet Young Master Zhou later, you should know what to say, right?"
"Our mistress is a delicate young lady who is so frail that she would fall over if the wind blew her away and she would turn pale at the sight of blood. She actually encountered such a terrible kidnapping incident and was so frightened that she cried on the spot."
"Thanks to you heroes, who descended from the sky, suppressed the minority with the majority, beat the kidnappers until they cried for their fathers and mothers, and successfully rescued our master who had fainted from fright."
Are you crying from fright?
Still dizzy?
The soldiers glanced at Cheng Xianyi, whose expression remained unchanged.
He glanced again at the bloodstains on the ground, so red they were almost blinding.
She cried?
They cried!
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