When the crisp sound of broken bones came from the wedding sedan, Xiao Jin was using the tip of his sword to open the red silk curtain embroidered with Luan and Phoenix. The smell of blood surged out, and he saw his bride pressing a bloody bone nail against her Adam's apple.
"Guess, Your Majesty," Chu Mingzhao dug his Dankou-stained nails into the curse lines on his palms, "Which one is faster is you cutting my throat, or is it faster for me to pierce your heart with my poisonous nails?"
