He knew that among the four stinky girls, if Long Xiaoyu was the backbone, then this stinky girl was the one who even Long Xiaoyu would let her do what she wanted.
Therefore, if you have something to discuss with this stinky girl directly.
If Mu Ziling knew what Yu Wenhao was thinking at this moment, he wondered if he would slap him to death.
What Yu Wenhao said made sense, and it was rare for Mu Ziling to speak well.
She smiled lightly: "It's easy to say."
During the brief conversation between the two, Ouyang Feiyu, Chu Yao, and Ao Lingyun had already successfully dyed the white palm prints on the stone gate into blood, but what they didn't expect was that there was something wrong with Long Xiaoli.
His blood couldn't stain the white palm print with blood, what's more, as soon as his hand was placed in the palm print, an invisible force would repel him away.
Long Xiaoli tried several times, but it was the same.
Seeing this, Chu Yao snorted, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Hey, what's going on? Could it be that Jialuo has raised a wild species?"
Long Xiaoli received a slap from Long Xiaoyu before, and had another battle with Ming Chai. Now he can be described as 'lingering on his last breath'.
It's just that he doesn't seem to be aware of his physical condition, and there is still a backlog of rebelliousness in his bones: "Chu Yao, keep your mouth clean for me, I am the eldest son of Long Wenyin! Replacement!"
"Really?" Chu Yao smiled, with sarcasm in his smile: "I don't think so, see if your bastard's blood is stained on that door? What's more, there is no King Qi here, you mourner What are the wild dogs doing?"
"You—" Long Xiaoli's heart moved, and the chest that was hit by the palm suddenly burst into pain.
Now he can't turn his back on him, and he can't do anything.
With his current state, let alone Chu Yao, he might not even be able to beat Yue Linglong.
Seeing that Long Xiaoli's hands were dripping with blood, and the Shimen palm print was still not stained with a single drop of red, Mu Ziye frowned, and couldn't help but ask Long Xiaoyu in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, is this Long Xiaoli really a bastard?"
This call of brother-in-law is quite smooth.
Long Xiaoyu gave him a cold sideways glance and ignored him.
Chu Yao called names over there, but he didn't even respond.
Mu Ziye didn't care too much, he sighed softly: "It seems that one of three is still missing, this is really troublesome."
"What's the trouble?" Mu Ziling imitated the tone he had just said, and smiled calmly: "If Long Xiaoli is of the genuine Gallo royal blood, then his blood will be rejected now, only There's a reason."
Mu Ziye was curious: "What reason?"
Mu Ziling pursed her lips and whispered, "Did you see the festering skin on his body?"
Mu Ziye glanced at it, but couldn't see why: "It's just a few rotten wounds, how can it affect the blood?"
Mu Ziling raised his eyebrows meaningfully and asked back: "Do you think the shadow will not affect the rotten wound caused by Zong. Sensuality?"
Long Xiaoli's body was infected with poison, and his whole body was dirty with blood.
Mu Ziye immediately understood what she meant: "Look at his face, he feels like he's dying." He couldn't help laughing and asked: "What? You still want to purify him?"
"Yan Wang wants him to die in the third watch, why should we keep him until the fifth watch? Just a little smoke is enough." Mu Ziling took out a pair of gloves from his sleeve and put them on his hands while talking.
As soon as she took a step, Long Xiaoyu held her back: "Not enough."
Mu Ziling was puzzled: "What's not enough?"
Long Xiaoyu glanced at the white and thin gloves on her hands, unabashedly criticizing: "Dirty, make them thicker."
Mu Ziling suddenly laughed.
Reluctantly, she reached into her sleeve again, grabbed a handful of gloves and came out: "What about these? Is it enough?"
Long Xiaoyu reluctantly took it, and put the gloves on her hands one by one, tightly.
Seeing the three of them muttering and standing still, Chu Yao could not forgive others: "Prayer King, are you all waiting? What do you mean by standing still? Could it be that you are all raised by Jialuo?" Someone like Long Xiaoli?"
What he said became more and more sinister, and there was a taste of pointing fingers and scolding Huai Huai.
Mu Ziling, who was still "armed" by Long Xiaoyu, glanced over.
Yu Wenhao originally wanted to urge some bad words, but for some reason, when he saw Mu Ziling's face that seemed capable of killing people even though there were no waves, his arrogance was strangled in his throat.
Long Xiaoli was already furious in his heart, he glared at Long Xiaoyu with hatred in his eyes, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Long Xiaoyu, even if you don't think about the brotherhood with me, can you just watch Chu Yao, a subjugated man, slanders me like this, Jialuo?"
Mu Ziling wore several gloves and was "forced" to wear several layers of masks before Long Xiaoyu let her go.
She held up a pair of hands tightly wrapped in rubber gloves, holding a large syringe in one hand, and walked towards Long Xiaoli step by step.
"Long Xiaoli, do you know why your blood doesn't work? It's because it's been stained by the nasty things you did... You colluded with the enemy, treasoned the country, and attempted to kill the king. Long Xiaonan may save your life, but God doesn't seem to see it. It's over."
Her voice does not contain any emotion, it is erratic, like a life-threatening undead living in this street, it is frightening.
The main reason was that Long Xiaoyu was still following her, that cold and bone-chilling aura made the haunted Long Xiaoli almost breathless.
With a look of horror on his face, he kept stepping back: "You... what do you want to do?"
"Seeing that you are dying, let's rescue you from the sea of suffering." Mu Ziling's voice was bright, but his movements were very fast, and the sharp needle tip was inserted into the protruding blood vessel of his neck accurately.
"Don't worry, I will help you prove that you are indeed Long Wenyin's son."
Long Xiaoli would definitely resist the needle point piercing his neck immediately, but he couldn't resist, never could.
For he fell and died.
He was not stabbed to death by Mu Ziling with a needle, nor was he scared to death by Long Xiaoyu, but died of self-inflicted, self-inflicted, among the thousands of flowers that he once destroyed.
No matter how you put it, they came all the way together, and Long Xiaoli died just like that. Ao Lingyun's follower, Xiaoba, suddenly looked horrified: "Lord, he—"
Ao Lingyun raised his hand to stop him from speaking: "If you die, you die, it's none of our business."
On the other side, Mu Ziling held a syringe full of blood, and turned to Chu Yao faintly.
Chu Yao's heart trembled slightly.
Before he could ask a question, Mu Ziling suddenly pulled off his mask and grinned: "Brother, I think you are well-informed, but you haven't seen me?" She blinked, her smile was very harmless : "Do you know what it is used for?"
Chu Yao: "..."
(end of this chapter)