Having said this, Yun Long discarded the eyeball in his hand and licked the blood on it. "However, that Yun Ge wasn't completely useless. After all, the powder made from her eyeball is quite tasty."
Yun Shuihan sighed lightly, "Let's go. If you like it, doesn't she still have another eye? Next time we meet, you can gouge it out."
"Master, I knew you treated me the best!"
The two walked out swaggeringly, completely unaware of the deep psychological shadow their horrifying conversation cast on others.
Meanwhile, in a room of the side courtyard, a bald old nun with a face full of wrinkles stood by the window, gazing at the departing figures of the master-servant duo following the butler. Her eyes almost glowed with poisonous light.
Yun Ge...
Yun Ge's single eye had always puzzled her, and so had Yun Ge's white hair, which she cared a great deal about.
She had asked about it before, but whenever she broached the topic, just as she started, Yun Ge would abruptly change the subject.
