Chapter 13: My people, anyone moved, kill without pardon

Mo Qingyu approached Mo Qingli with his sword until the sharp blade edged against Mo Qingli's smooth and white jaw, lifted up, and saw the blood dripping from Mo Qingli's skin, and then continued proudly: " I give you everything, why do you give me a face here? Uh! Say! "
The sharp sword stabbed another point, and the pain from the neck told Mo Qingli that all this was true, and she was held against the neck by a ridiculous mortal with a sword. Mortal stabbed. Haha ... well, good!
"What are you laughing at?" Looking at Mo Qingli and smiling at her silently, Mo Qingyu's heart shuddered, and a bad premonition sprang up.
Mo Qingli didn't answer her words. She stretched out a slender finger, and touched the stab wound on the neck, stuck a bright blood stain, stuck out a small tongue, and licked it. Alas, is this the smell of my blood? Why isn't it delicious?
Thinking of a man as warm as jade like Fengchenling, there are two deep black holes on his face, Mo Qingli's eyes instantly cooled down, staring directly at Mo Qingyu, stretching out two slender fingers, it will be light and fluttering. The sword bounced off, stood up, and approached Mo slowly, until she was forced to the corner, and there was no way back. She leaned on the wall with one hand, circled with ink, and her dyed eyes did not show a trace of temperature, and her whole body exuded a cold atmosphere.
Like a of death, Mo Qingyu was out of breath, Mo Qingyu felt like she was falling into hell, and the breath of death shrouded her deeply. She trembled, afraid to look up at Mo Li,
Mo Qingli reached out and squeezed Mo Qingyu's delicate chin, raised it to her cheek, and said lightly, "In the future, if you point your sword at me again, you will bear the consequences yourself."
Mo Qingyu slowly slid down the wall and sat down on the ground. The placket on his back was all wet with sweat and stuck to the skin. The uneven body was looming.
"Oh, right."
Mo Qingyu seemed to have a more terrible voice than the devil. Her horrified eyes looked at Mo Qingli sitting in a chair, trembling, not knowing what she wanted to say.
Mo Qingli looked at Mo Qingyu's performance with satisfaction. Just now she deliberately let out the unique breath of death of zombie, so that Mo Qingyu felt the horror of death. Sure enough, the effect was achieved. The corners of her mouth were raised slightly, and she said lightly, "My man, anyone moved, kill, none, pardon."
Tao Yi stood tremblingly outside the door, his hands knocking on the door trembling, the guards of the two groups of horses left and right looked at him so coldly, Tao Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead, his teeth were beating He trembled, biting his head, and said to the room, "The election of the princess, the six princesses, and Hua Kui will begin soon. You see, it's time to go on."
After waiting for a long time, there was no word coming out. The sweat on Tao Yi's forehead was not flowing down the young cheeks, the of his chest were already wet, his legs were trembling, and the pants on his legs were wet with unknown liquid, so he just sat down. On the ground. This job is really not done by humans. The two ancestors have a bad temper today. Why are they even killing with the guards? What bad luck am I taking today!
While Tao Yi complained, the door opened, and the princess walked out with a pale face first. The maid next to her stepped forward and hugged him, pretending to be a majestic voice, "Lead the way."