Mo Qingyu approached Mo Qingli with a sword, until the sharp blade touched Mo Qingli's smooth and white chin, lifted it up, and saw traces of blood oozing from Mo Qingli's skin, then proudly continued: " Everything you have is given by me, why do you give me face here? Mmm! Say it!"
The sharp sword pierced another point, and the pain from the neck told Mo Qingli that all of this was true. She was held against her neck by a ridiculous mortal. Mortals stabbed. Hehe... well, very good!
"What are you laughing at?" Looking at Mo Qingli and her silent smile, Mo Qingyu's heart trembled for no reason, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.
Mo Qingli didn't answer her words, she stretched out a slender finger, touched the stab wound on the neck, there were some bright blood stains on it, stretched out her small tongue, and licked it. Well, is this the smell of my blood? Why is it not as delicious as Fengchenling
Thinking of a man like Feng Chenling who is as warm as jade, with two deep black holes on his face, Mo Qingli's eyes instantly cooled down, looking directly at Mo Qingyu, stretched out two slender fingers, and flirtatiously The sword flicked away, she stood up, and slowly approached Mo Qingyu until she was cornered, with no way to retreat. She leaned on the wall with one hand, surrounding Mo Qingyu, Mo Ran's eyes did not have a trace of warmth, and her whole body exuded a cold aura.
Like a god of death, she crushed Mo Qingyu until she couldn't breathe. Mo Qingyu felt as if she had fallen into hell, and the breath of death enveloped her deeply. She was trembling all over, not daring to look up at Mo Qingli,
Mo Qingli stretched out her hand to pinch Mo Qingyu's delicate chin, lifted it up, and leaned close to her cheek, and said lightly: "In the future, if you point your sword at me again, then you will bear the consequences yourself."
Mo Qingyu slid down the wall slowly, and fell to the ground. The skirt on her back was completely wet with sweat, sticking to her skin, and her uneven figure was faintly visible.
"Oh, right."
Mo Qingyu seemed to be more terrifying than hearing the voice of a devil, looking at Mo Qingli who was sitting leisurely on the chair with frightened eyes, trembling, not knowing what she wanted to say.
Mo Qingli looked at Mo Qingyu's current performance with satisfaction. Just now she deliberately released the unique death breath of zombies to make Mo Qingyu feel the horror of death. Sure enough, the effect was achieved. The corners of her mouth slightly turned up, and she said lightly: "My people, anyone who moves, kill, nothing, pardon."
Tao Yi stood outside the door tremblingly, the hands that knocked on the door were trembling constantly, the two groups of guards on the left and the right looked at him so coldly, Tao Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead, his teeth were chattering Trembling, she bravely said into the room: "Eldest princess, sixth princess, the oiran election is about to start. You, look, is it time to go down?"
After waiting for a long time, no words came from inside. The sweat on Tao Yi's forehead flowed down the cheeks that were not young, the front of his chest was already wet, his legs were trembling non-stop, and the pants on his legs were also soaked with an unknown liquid, and he almost fell down. on the ground. This job is really not done by humans, the two ancestors have a bad temper today, why even the guards look murderous, what kind of bad luck did I have today!
When Tao Yi was complaining, the door opened, and the eldest princess came out first with a pale face, and the maid next to her quickly stepped forward to support her, and a majestic voice sounded, "Lead the way ahead."