Jiang Xue's gaze turned even colder and more murderous.
However, Ashi Luo's hand remained clenched around the little girl Anan's neck, and with just a little force, the delicate neck could be snapped, snuffing out her young life.
"Actually, we from the Demon Continent have many types of surgeries, including one for reconstructing women," Ashi Luo said. "Make an incision with a knife, and whatever a woman should have, you can have too. There's no need to be so resentful and cynical that you can't even stand to see the love between my sister and me."
Jiang Xue's eyes flashed coldly, and the sword in their hand lunged out like lightning.
"Hmm..."
Ashi Luo's grip tightened, and Anan's neck was pinched to the point of being flattened, with her small tongue painfully sticking out.
