A high-pitched voice came from above. Shen Qingyi raised her head and saw a pair of black boots stepping in front of her. The sides of her boots were stained with mud, and she had stepped on the blood she had just vomited in the morning and crushed it. "I told you, I'll give you a treat." The prince squatted down, with a smile on his fair face, but his eyes were full of cold light. He stretched out two fingers, pinched Shen Qingyi's index finger, and slowly stretched it in the opposite direction. Click. The sound of bones being dislocated was very soft, as soft as breaking a dead branch. Shen Qingyi's body twitched suddenly, and her back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
