"It's a pleasure to talk to someone like you!" A slightly proud smile flashed across the man's face, and he addressed Mo Jingxiao with honorifics, but showed no respect at all.
Mo Jingxiao reached down and grabbed a blade of grass from the air, holding it in his hand with two fingers.
The grass was obviously tender green grass, but it would tilt on both sides when the wind blew. However, when Mo Jingxiao held it in his hands, it turned into a thin blade, as if even the edges of the grass blades were reflecting light.
He raised his eyelids and glanced coldly: "Since you want to play, let's play bigger. Do you dare?"
"You said it." The man said with great interest.
Mo Jingxiao raised his hand and showed the piece of grass in his hand: "I use this as a weapon, you can do whatever you want. The first half of the game rules are as you said, after you call one, two, three, I will take action.
You are not allowed to attack her again. But you can let her go immediately and attack me."
"Oh, are you sure?" The man was obviously a little surprised by Mo Jingxiao's move. He felt like there was a madman standing in front of him.
Are you really so bold as an artist? You dare to make such a request?
You must know that he was in charge in the first half of the game. If he let Mo Jingxiao destroy his right hand, wouldn't he have no room to fight back when he attacks him?
Thinking about it, the man's face softened a little and he smiled again.
"Although I would rather see His Highness Ding Wang being tortured, but since you have proposed such a direct method, then fine, we will decide the outcome in one round. If I lose, I am not as good as others and I will die by your hands.
It’s not unfair. If I win, I’ll cut off your forehead, and maybe you’ll get a big reward, which is worth it!”
Of course you can get a good deal, this is simply a one-sided trend!
Ning Yujin's face felt cold and cold, the night wind whistled around her, her ears were buzzing, and she seemed to be unable to hear other sounds.
Mo Jingxiao raised his hand and used a leaf of green grass as a knife.
The curvature of the corners of the man's mouth became wider and wider, but his speaking speed was extremely slow: "Let's start, Your Highness Prince Ding, please put your hands on your neck, yes, that's where I put it on her neck now. I
It should be easy for you to slit your own throat with your skills."
Ning Yujin closed her eyes and her fingertips felt cold.
She knew this person would not give Mo Jingxiao a chance to fight back.
Since he is willing to agree to Mo Jingxiao's request, it means that he has made up his mind to deal with Mo Jingxiao in the first half!
Mo Jingxiao, Mo Jingxiao, are you trying to push yourself to a dead end?
"three……"
The man had already started counting down, and the nails on his neck were approaching one point.
"two……"
Ning Yujin heard the excitement in that voice, like a bloodthirsty beast waiting for a wonderful killing.
"one!!"
Ning Yujin suddenly opened her eyes and looked forward.
Mo Jingxiao looked at her, his eyes as dark as a deep well, making it difficult to see what emotions were inside.
And his hand was one step faster than that person's hand. The blade in his hand swiped across the blade and brought up a string of blood beads, so fast that people couldn't even see the move.
The man holding Ning Yujin hostage also opened his eyes in surprise: "So fast!"
In the valley before, when Mo Jingxiao took action against dozens of other men in black, his speed was already fast enough, but he didn't expect that he could be even faster.
Even before he finished speaking these two words, a line of blood snaked between his eyebrows, streaked across his nose, slid down the corners of his mouth, and finally dripped onto his clothes, staining them red.
"How...could..."
Until the moment he fell to the ground, he had no idea when Mo Jingxiao had touched him.
But Ning Yujin saw it.
The moment the "one" fell, the moment she suddenly opened her eyes, she saw it exactly.
Mo Jingxiao's blade did not cut across his throat, but flew out diagonally from his face, spun in an arc in mid-air, and flew straight towards the man's eyebrows.
One exertion of force, a series of movement trajectories of the blade blades, in just the blink of an eye, how much effort does it take?
First, Mo Jingxiao had to let the man pop up from behind her so that he could deliver a fatal blow.
So he chose the most dangerous method and used himself as bait.
The man was a bit arrogant. Although he addressed Mo Jingxiao with honorifics, he did not mean to show respect. This meant that he felt that Mo Jingxiao's reputation was difficult to live up to, and he subconsciously underestimated Mo Jingxiao's strength.
After "One" finished speaking, he would definitely raise his eyes to see Mo Jingxiao's situation. Then when he saw the blade knife slashing through and blood droplets flying, his heart relaxed subconsciously. His figure was originally well hidden.
It will pop up unconsciously.
At this time, Mo Jingxiao had already estimated his reaction time, and the flying blade turned in an arc in mid-air and successfully hit the target.
During this period, Mo Jingxiao had to figure out his temperament, his strength and reaction speed, control the deflection of the blade, and estimate the trajectory of the blade...
When Ning Yujin thought about this complicated operation, she got excited.
She had always thought that Mo Jingxiao was awesome, but now she directly felt that this was not a human being, he was clearly a god!
What a god-like person!
"Are you okay?" Mo Jingxiao came over to untie her acupuncture points, but saw that her face was dull and motionless, so he quickly reached out and waved in front of her eyes.
Ning Yujin came to her senses immediately and subconsciously reached out to touch Mo Jingxiao's face: "Injury..."
There was a long scar, and it was bleeding out all the time. The wound was still a bit deep, and some pale flesh was exposed among the red blood.
Just imagine, in order to insert a soft blade of grass into the middle of that person's eyebrow, how much internal force would Mo Jingxiao have to pour into him at the beginning? And when that internal force cuts across his cheek, how big of a wound will it leave?
That domineering, handsome and unparalleled face had such an obvious trace left on it, and Ning Yujin suddenly felt that she would never fall in love again.
Why?
Why is God so unfair?
Scars disfigure people's faces, but with such a mark on Mo Jingxiao's face, it seemed to add a bit of charm, a bit of ruffianism, a bit of evil charm, but it was still indescribably charming!
When Mo Jingxiao saw that she was about to cry, he quickly said: "It didn't hurt any muscles or bones, it just left a scar on her face. It's okay."
Ning Yujin suddenly became anxious: "How can it be okay? I will never let such a beautiful face be damaged in the slightest!"
As she spoke, she lowered her head and began to think about what scar removal formulas she had, what medicinal powders she had for beautifying the skin, and what medicinal foods she had for restoring skin texture.
When she was talking about snow clams and papayas, she glanced sideways at Mo Jingxiao's chest, and then silently deleted this thing in her mind.
She can just eat the snow clams, papayas, etc. by herself.
In short, no matter what method she uses, she must leave no trace on Mo Jingxiao's face!