Chapter 131

Mo Yan stared at the scene in front of him with disbelief. A woman appeared and faintly in the air, and there was a bloody storm wherever he went... His men, including the secret guards, were not alive, and he didn't even have time to scream.

It's a ghost...

It's a demon...

It's a monster!

Yan Qingyu reached out and lifted the black clothes on her body. The black clothes were already covered with blood. This was the windbreaker brought by Ziyu to prevent her from being stained with blood. Taking off the black coat covered with blood, Yan Qingyu gently raised her head and faced Mo Yan's shocked eyes opposite, showing a ghostly bloody smile happily: "Long time no see, Your Highness the Sixth Prince!"

Mo Yan held the dagger in his hand tightly, and for the first time in his life, he felt a sense of fear, "You... Yan Qingyu, how dare you kill this palace?"

"The Sixth Prince has been deeply loved since he was born. His mother is Rong Xinhou's dear aunt. There are nine thousand years behind you to support you... You have always held the power of life and death in others. How are you feeling now when you face the danger of life for the first time?" Yan Qingyu's skirt was not stained with blood, but Mo Yan felt that the woman in front of her was covered with blood, surrounded by blood mist. She could not see the twisted and hideous face at all, and could only feel the coldness that made her scalp numb.

"Who are you...?" Mo Yan's pupils tightened, his eyes staring at the intact legs... Everyone knew that the seventh lady in the Prime Minister's Mansion was a cripple, and the woman in front of him...

"Who am I? Are Your Highness silly? It's rare that you invite me to attend such a pleasant banquet. Come and be happy and have fun together!" Yan Qingyu's smile made Mo Yan tremble as if he was electrocuted. The uninspiring oppression and the smell of fishy blood came towards him. He was afraid but did not dare to express any way to retreat, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

"This palace is the sixth prince. If you dare to touch this palace, this palace will definitely make you worse than death!"

But he pretended to be bluffing. Yan Qingyu reached out and gently hooked the silk in his ear. Her beautiful smile was bloody. She smiled slightly: "Give him the gift prepared for His Highness the Sixth Prince!"

Ziyu held the sword in his hand tightly, and flashed lightly. When his body disappeared, Mo Yan was shocked and waved the dagger in his hand vigorously... But as a prince, he only had the skill of a three-legged cat, so where was Ziyu's opponent?

The waving hand was twisted by the fish, and the tip of her sword pointed directly at Mo Yan's throat.

"Ah!" Mo Yan's arm had been cut off, but the only intact arm was still crippled. He was so painful that he screamed.

Ziyu kicked his waist and heard a crackling sound of his bones. Mo Yan paniced and found that his lower body was sore and weak and unable to move.

No...No...

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, your highness's only arm will be lost... Maybe he will become an armless prince in the future, and his name will be kept in history... What do you think?"

"You dare!" Mo Yan's eyes were red. If he didn't even protect his hands, how could he fight with others? How could he sit in the position of the Supreme Nine Five?

"What are I afraid of? I guess there is no one around the yard you chose to torture me, right? No matter how you shout, no one should come to save you... I have time to tangle the flesh and blood on your arms bit by bit, so that you can try the pain of being Lingchi again!" Yan Qingyu stepped on the blood on the ground and slowly walked to Mo Yan, bent down and picked up the dagger slowly. The fierce and cruel look that passed through her eyes from time to time made Mo Yan clearly understand his situation.

"What do you... want to do?" Yan Qingyu did not kill him or killed him immediately, which meant that there was still a chance to negotiate.

Yan Qingyu gently held the dagger in her hand, which pressed against Mo Yan's chest, and then slowly went downward, slowly... a thin blood-colored red mark slowly appeared. The blood beads formed by blood appeared on Mo Yan's pale skin, and the dagger kept down... down... lowered Mo Yan's lower abdomen...

Mo Yan's heart was tightly hooked up. He was afraid that Yan Qingyu's hand would tremble slightly and his life would disappear.

"Yan Qingyu, you said, how did you want to let me go?" Mo Yan's lips were white and colorless. Because of fear, he was trembling constantly. He didn't want to lose his life here. He was unwilling to give up even though the throne had not been obtained.

Kneeling on the ground, reaching out to pull Yan Qingyu's skirt, but it found that his hand was twisted from his wrist... When he really wanted to withdraw his hand, Yan Qingyu squatted down and held his wrist. His warm and soft little hand gently held Mo Yan's wrist, causing his heart to tremble.

"I want to make a deal with Your Highness!"

Mo Yan's eyes lit up, "What kind of transaction do you... want to make?"

"Before doing this transaction, we must settle some accounts clearly! I have always been tooth for tooth and eye for eye... Your arm was broken for me, but because you were provoking first, the account was even... As for the matter of you framed me in the prison, how to solve it?"

Mo Yan's heart was trembling, looking at his sprained wrist pursed his lips; "My wrist..."

"This is because you want to assassinate me, so my people broke your hand... All the accounts were settled clearly. Only the matter that framed me in the Heavenly Prison has not been settled yet. What are you going to pay for it?" Yan Qingyu said very clearly, she did not like to bully others and would not repay ten or a hundred times. She would repay her as much as others treat her. This is the most basic standard for tooth-for-tit-for-tit-for-tit-for-tit-for-tit-for-tit-for-tit-for-tit-for-tit-the-basket.

Mo Yan didn't expect that he would become so humble one day. In order to survive, he had to swallow his anger. "If I could tell you that it was not me who would kill you into the prison first, can I offset this account?"

"Of course!" Yan Qingyu curled her lips slightly.

Mo Yan's eyes rolled, and a trace of calculating appeared: "The thing that framed you to go to the prison was done by Jiu Qiansui. He gave me an order..."

"So you killed Zhao Qiqi?" Yan Qingyu was slightly stunned and asked.

"No, it's nine thousand years old..."

Before Mo Yan could finish his words, Ziyu reached out and pinched his neck hard. At the same time, Yan Qingyu's dangerous and cold face showed a sarcastic sneer, "Your Highness, have I ever said that I don't like lying?"

"Ziyu, let our highness learn a lesson!"

Then he heard Ziyu's punching sound of flesh-feeting, punching Mo Yan, but he grasped the strength so that he would not break the other person's bones, but could also make the other person unbearable pain. As for the Tiansilk in his hand, it was like silver needles, piercing into Mo Yan's five fingers' fingertips, allowing him to fully feel what the pain of ten fingers connected to the heart.

The yard screamed in a row, but no one heard it. Mo Yan couldn't help but regret why he chose this place, and now he can't even convey his request for help.

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