The Harvest
Biên tập viên: Misty Cloud Translations
Feng Jiu stood there silently watching him, a faint gleam in her eyes. "Not talking?" her languid voice said slowly. "That's fine; I have plenty of ways to make you speak. It is entirely up to you whether you can bear them."
As she spoke, the blade in her hand added another bloody gash to his body. She looked at him and said, "You can take your time to think about it, but don't think about escaping. You won't be able to escape once you fall into my hands."
The air current struck again, this time severing the tendons in his left leg. The man in the black robe gritted his teeth and let out a muffled grunt, his fists clenched tightly, his bloodthirsty and fierce gaze fixed on Feng Jiu.
Feng Jiu curved her lips, raised her dagger, and made another cut while calmly saying, "People like you probably wouldn't commit suicide. If you want to die more comfortably in a situation where you can't escape, you should just tell me what I want to know."