The Fallen Angel first arranged Zhao Fu's body in the shape of a spread-eagle. Since Zhao Fu had not been wearing anything to begin with, the Fallen Angel unabashedly glanced at his lower body and chuckled. "You brat must have quite a few women! You're rather formidable too."
Zhao Fu kept a cold face and ignored the Fallen Angel. The Fallen Angel did not mind, drawing out a dagger and smiling as she extended it toward Zhao Fu's lower body.
"Now that this god is going to castrate you, how do you feel?" The Fallen Angel wore an evil smile as she moved the dagger, its sharp edge seeming to slice through skin.
Zhao Fu's expression darkened. For a man, being castrated was the most unacceptable thing. With a trace of anger, he said, "If you want to kill me, then kill me. Don't play these tricks on me."
Seeing Zhao Fu's reaction, the Fallen Angel smiled in satisfaction. With a sweep of her dagger, blood splattered, and Zhao Fu revealed a face full of pain.
Yet the Fallen Angel did not stop. She swung the dagger again, drawing several cold glints as blood slowly flowed out. She cut open all four of Zhao Fu's limbs, crimson blood spilling across the stone platform, but she did not cut off that particular part of him.
The Fallen Angel said with a pleased smile, "That thing is the most important possession for you men, and it contains quite a lot of origin essence as well. This god cannot bear to ruin such a treasure's completeness. Otherwise, cutting you off and keeping you as a pet would feel rather nice. You brat really are quite handsome."
As she spoke, the Fallen Angel reached out and stroked Zhao Fu's cheek. Zhao Fu angrily turned