Chapter: 1227

A sad light was evident on Han Buyong�s face.

She stretched out her hand and caressed Pyo-wol�s face, muttering,

�Look at this skin. How is it so smooth? Hoo!�

She put her face on Pyo-wol�s cheek with an expression that looked like she was about to cry.

�Crazy bitch!�

�This sucks.�

The men who saw her said one word at a time.

Han Buyong glared at them.

�You�re just jealous��

�Are you not going to kill him?�

�I�m going to kill him. A handsome man like this must die at the hands of a beautiful woman like me.�

Sreung!

Han Buyong took out a small dagger from her bosom and held it up.

It was a dagger with poison smeared on it.

The poison in the dagger is so strong that just brushing against it could immediately mean death.

Han Buyong pointed the dagger towards Pyo-wol�s neck with tears in her eyes.

Yang Cheol-hwan and the men looked at Han Buyong with an interested expression.

They were well aware of Han Buyong�s perverted tendencies.

In particular, she was morbidly obsessed with handsome men. She had a perverted tendency that she would only be satisfied when she killed them with her own hands.

�Hi, my love.�

She whispered in Pyo-wol�s ear and thrust the dagger into it. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not push the dagger forward.

�What?�

Startled, Han Buyong�s eyes widened.�

What greeted her was Pyo-wol looking at her.�

Han Buyong�s dagger was held in between Pyo-wol�s fingers.

�You� didn�t you fall asleep?�

She was surprised that her Dream Soul Incense didn�t work. But it didn�t take a while for her expression to change. Her expression became sharp again.

�How nice would it be if you just died quietly. You�re making this complicated for no reason.�

Han Buyong channeled qi into her hand that was holding the dagger. However, the dagger remained unmoving in Pyo-wol�s hand.

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