"I want Xi Zuzi to spit blood, lose all her hair, break both her hands, become unrecognizable... unable to live, unable to die!"
Nangong Meng blurted out her true thoughts in one breath.
Zhang Shensuan raised an eyebrow, his wiry face twisted like a pretzel, and laughed sinisterly: "I like people like you, Miss Meng."
"Hmph, what's so fun about dying, just stretch out your legs and close your eyes, and you don't know anything, no pain, no itch. She slammed my face into the ground and snatched away the man I liked, why should I let her off so easily!"
"Haha, very good. I quite admire your method of tormenting people. It's just that the difficulty of the spell is a bit higher than just killing her..."
"Isn't it just money? I have plenty of money!"
Nangong Meng grandly threw out another large check.
