Then, the outlaw retracted the knife, licking the salty tears and faint scent of a woman off the small blade.
His eyes fell on Yuan'er, standing proudly atop the holy mountain, although they were shielded by an exquisite mask.
But under Yuan'er's struggle, it wavered left and right, wave after wave.
"Don't... I beg you, don't... I can give you money!" Yuan'er pleaded with them, shaking her head.
"Blame your meddlesome uncle for spoiling our brother's fun."
The thug, with the look of a rat in his eyes, wrapped his arm around Yuan'er's waist, his large hand firmly holding her hands above her head, allowing his brother to give her a good show.
"So beautiful, does your village only produce beauties? Lin Wan'er, Chen Xuemei, and you, a widow - truly as stunning as Heavenly Immortals, each with their own charm."
After the brute said this, the small knife in his hand slid slowly and gently from her face down towards her jade neck.
