"You let someone try to deform Tianxin's face? So... now I will deform your face!"
Li Qingcang had a habit of carrying a small knife with him. He slowly squatted down and pushed the cold knife tip against Ye Youran's face.
"Nothing to write home about. You might not know it, but I have always been a law-abiding citizen."
While Li Qingcang spoke, the knife in his hand slashed Ye Youran's face.
When the tip of a knife cut through her skin, the sound was like the tip of a knife cutting across the cloth.
It sounded especially clear.
Ye Youran's whole body was trembling with fright. She didn't expect Li Qingcang to actually use a knife on her.
"If you really have the guts, just kill me!"
Li Qingcang sneered and said, "Ye Youran, you probably don't know that it is too easy to die in this world. "
"Do you want to torture me?"
