Just you?
Long Yue's words were steeped in deep malice, making Zhou Zhiqin wish she could strangle this bitch with her own hands!
Moreover, it seemed like the final straw that broke the camel's back. After a moment of silence, Zhou Zhiqin suddenly went berserk, laughing out loud: "Hahaha, Pang Longyue! Yes, I'm not worthy, I truly am not, but I know your good days are numbered. You'll certainly have a more miserable death than me! At least I've had my fun, but you... will be executed by slicing, quartered by horses! You won't die peacefully! Ah ah ah—"
Long Yue paused in her steps, turned around and looked at her coldly: "You mean Pang Shuangyue, right? Rest assured, slicing and quartering by horses will happen, but not for me, it's for her!"
After speaking, she ignored the nearly deranged Zhou Zhiqin and directly headed to Mrs. Li Zhou's prison cell.
There weren't many female prisoners inside, and she was placed alone in a cell.
