Then, she severed the tendons in Lin Qiao's hands and feet.
"Ah!"
The intense pain was unbearable for Lin Qiao.
"Kill me, just kill me!"
"Didn't my mom beg you like this too? But did you kill her? No, didn't you enjoy this kind of pleasure? I'll let you enjoy it."
Su Tian went on to cut the tendons in her limbs, and Lin Qiao's shrill screams were piercingly unpleasant. So, Su Tian directly sliced off her tongue.
Lin Qiao cried from the pain. The tears streamed into the wounds on her face, causing her to cry continuously in pain.
Lin Qiao finally realized that she had provoked not an ordinary girl, but a devil.
Su Tian couldn't fully vent her anger; after all, her mother was already gone, even if Lin Qiao died a hundred times, it wouldn't matter.
But eventually, she felt exhausted, dropped the knife, and knelt in front of Xu Hongmei, holding her tightly in her arms.
"Mom!"
