The Hunter’s Lively Wife
Chapter 724 - Chapter 724 Chapter 724 How about Castration

Chapter 724: Chapter 724: How about Castration Chapter 724: Chapter 724: How about Castration “Help me, please, help me…”

Terrified to the core.

Fan Wenxuan screamed out loud.

“Shut up!”

To prevent drawing too much attention, Gu Ya covered Fan Wenxuan’s mouth with one hand and grasped his throat with the other while Su Yunjin quickly handed Gu Ya a handkerchief.

“Husband, stuff it in his mouth.” Fan Wenxuan wouldn’t open his mouth, so with a slap from Gu Ya, he did, and Gu Ya took the chance to stuff the handkerchief given by his little wife into Fan Wenxuan’s mouth.

With the handkerchief in his mouth, Fan Wenxuan could no longer shout, but he glared at Su Yunjin and her husband Gu Ya fiercely, his gaze so murderous as if he wanted to flay them alive and drink their blood.

Su Yunjin and Gu Ya pushed Fan Wenxuan towards the little straw hut, who was unwilling to go, uncooperative all the way, with Gu Ya kicking him several times.

Only then did Fan Wenxuan reluctantly follow Su Yunjin and the others into the decrepit straw hut down the deserted alley. Upon entering, he felt a chill running down his back.

Gu Ya looked at his little wife, “Yunjin, how do you want to deal with him?” This man had tried several times to smash his little wife’s fruit wine.

Now that they had the chance, Gu Ya naturally wanted his little wife to take out her anger. No matter how his little wife chose to deal with the scum Fan Wenxuan, as long as she left the scum with a dog’s life and didn’t go too far, Gu Ya wouldn’t interfere. After all, murder would mean paying with one’s own life.

Kill that scum Fan Wenxuan.

To pay with one’s life for such a man would be too unworthy.

Su Yunjin had her sense of proportion; of course, she wouldn’t really kill Fan Wenxuan.

“Husband, where is a pillar? Tie Fan Wenxuan up to that pillar for me,” Su Yunjin said, pointing with her hand at the large pillar inside the hut.

Letting Gu Ya tie Fan Wenxuan to the pillar.

Without any discussion, Gu Ya bound Fan Wenxuan to the pillar in the dilapidated straw hut according to his little wife’s command.

Tied up securely, he dusted off his hands and walked over to his little wife, “Yunjin, it’s done.” The straw hut had been abandoned for many years, and the pillar was covered in dust.

Fan Wenxuan was tied to it.

Choked by a nose full of dust.

Coughing incessantly, as wretched as one could be.

Su Yunjin approached Fan Wenxuan, seemingly having procured a small knife from somewhere, its blade gleaming brightly, enough to dazzle the eyes. Fan Wenxuan thought Su Yunjin had taken out the knife to kill him.

Scared he nearly wet his pants.

“Yunjin, I was wrong, I admit my mistake, please just spare me this once! You’ve forgotten, we were once betrothed, at the very least I was once your fiance, please just spare me this once.” No longer defiant, Fan Wenxuan begged continuously; he should never have brought up the past.

As soon as he did, Su Yunjin felt disgusted, “Shut up! A scumbag like you, I have no relationship with you.” In his desperation to live.

Fan Wenxuan nodded repeatedly.

“Yes, yes, yes, Yunjin, you and I have never had any relationship. Yunjin, please be the bigger person and forgive my minor faults, just spare me this once? I won’t ever dare again.”

This scum Fan Wenxuan, if truly spared this time, would definitely offend again. And there was the whole carriage of fruit wine; if she didn’t take this opportunity to properly deal with Fan Wenxuan,

Su Yunjin would feel that she had let herself down.

Su Yunjin moved the knife in her hand in front of Fan Wenxuan and made some gestures, then looked at Gu Ya, “Husband, where do you think I should cut this scumbag first?”

“Here? Here? Or here?”

The tip of the knife moved from Fan Wenxuan’s forehead, to his eyes, and then to the corner of his mouth. Fan Wenxuan was so terrified he couldn’t speak, trembling all over, until Su Yunjin eventually moved the knife to the vicinity of Fan Wenxuan’s groin and stopped there.

“How about I start with a cut here?”