"Hong Fang, you can't leave me behind! Are you going to find that slut Ye Huangyu? I'm telling you, you can't! Believe it or not, I will reveal all of your sordid affairs!" Zhuge Rou, seeing Hong Fang about to leave, suddenly went mad, clutching his leg with a grip.
Zhuge Rou was already prepared to die; if she was to die, she would drag Hong Fang down with her. She would never agree to let Hong Fang escape alone.
"Slut, don't touch me with your filthy hands." Hong Fang snorted coldly, his gaze towards Zhuge Rou was like that of a poisonous snake.
He drew the prison guard's sword, and with a swift motion, a scream escaped Zhuge Rou's mouth as a section of her tongue was carved out.
Turning his attention to the unconscious "Hong Fang," Hong Fang had a murderous look in his eyes, proceeding to similarly mutilate, cutting "Hong Fang's" tongue as well.
The execution day would be in a few days. If Zhuge Rou died now, it would certainly arouse suspicion; she couldn't die just yet.
