Murong Qinglian felt a sense of facing death with equanimity. She had figured it out. Sooner or later, she would die in Misha's hands, but before she died, she couldn't let anyone torture her casually. If Xia Xue treated her like this again, she might as well be a dead pig not fearing boiling water, and let them torture her as they pleased. However, Misha wouldn't learn anything valuable from her either.
"Looking for death!" Xia Xue raised her hand and slapped Murong Qinglian's right cheek again.
If it were said that Xia Xue used half her strength in her previous slap, now she was using 80%. Xia Xue didn't use her full strength because she was worried that she would kill Murong Qinglian with one blow, so she restrained herself slightly.
This slap made Murong Qinglian's head buzz, and she saw golden stars in front of her eyes. Her nostrils felt hot, and scorching blood flowed out.
