A deceitful face, yet a sinister heart.
He just looked at the two of them, his sensual lips curling slightly, his enchanting eyes deep and unreadable, making it impossible to discern what he was contemplating.
Miao Feng and his cousin felt a chill from his gaze, too scared to respond.
After a while, he looked at Di Jinxuan with a smile, casually saying, "Why not chop off their hands?"
The cousin and Miao Feng shivered in fear immediately.
Especially the cousin, whose right hand had been crushed by Di Mingjue beyond recognition, swollen and red like a bunch of carrots. He certainly knew how painful it was.
He frantically shook his head and wailed, "Please, Master Jin, no, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"
"Does apologizing work?" Di Mingjue said coldly from the side, "Alright then, I'll chop off your hand, and apologize to you afterwards, how about that?"
The cousin couldn't even cry anymore. Although he wanted to beg for mercy, Di Mingjue's words made perfect sense!
