Don't Kill Me, I Will Scram!

Ya Quan's hand didn't stop because of Ye Shayan's scream.

At this moment, his gaze was mainly focused on the blood-stained fruit knife.

After holding the hilt, Ya Quan ignored Ye Shayan's pleas, lest Ye Shayan's blood splattered on him again.

The hand that was holding the fruit knife started to move up bit by bit.

"Ah!"

Ya Quan drew his sword very slowly, but it was precisely because he was so slow that Ye Shayan felt that every second was torture.

The terrifying experience of the sharp blade cutting through her flesh stimulated her brain nerves like ants gnawing.

Before Ye Shayan could finish her first scream, she started screaming again.

Ji Mu looked at Ya Quan, who was slowly drawing his sword, and Ye Shayan, who was so shocked that her eyes bulged in fear.

He moved his body slightly and whispered to Anthony,"

"Ya Quan, this gigolo is too abnormal!"