Mao'er's voice sounded coldly in everyone's ears, with a decisive hardness.
Dongfang Qingyang's face was pale, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, the pupils of his eyes dilated for a moment, and he stared at the cat...
Mao'er's eyes didn't give in, the two just stared at each other, and then Dongfang Qingyang suddenly seemed to have realized something, and turned towards Dongfang Chenhao in hysterics for a while...
"No, I don't want a severed hand, I don't want...!"
"Brother Imperial, please save me, I don't want to cut off my hand...!"*
"Woo... I don't want to be unable to shoot arrows in the future."
On the training ground, apart from the weak wind, there was Dongfang Qingyang's shouts. At this time, he was crying out along with the pain caused by his injured arm.
If we say that before, Dongfang Qingyang still had some momentum and backbone, and he was so fierce that he wanted to kill Mao'er, but at this moment, he has no temperament at all, his face is pale and covered with tears...
Dongfang Chenhao's hands hung tightly on his sides, and the coldness in his eyes was overwhelming. He suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of Jun Mo Ling'er. His thin lips pressed together tightly, "Say a condition."
,How can I spare my imperial sister Dongfang Qingyang!"
Jun Moling's eyes were heavy, and the eyes of the two kings collided, bringing out murderous intent.
"No, no conditions are acceptable. Dongfang Qingyang must cut off her palm!"
Mao'er's voice came decisively, leaving no room for negotiation. She turned to look at Dongfang Chenhao and the shivering Dongfang Qingyang, her eyes filled with coldness.
"Yes, you must abide by the bet if you lose. How can there be any reason to violate it?"
At this moment, Yun Chiling's voice suddenly rang out. She walked forward slowly from the Canglan Kingdom team, with a sneer on her lips, but her eyes were staring at Mao'er coldly.
There was a sound of lamentation.
Princess Canglan actually added insult to injury at this moment. They were fighting each other a moment ago, and now she stood up and said such words at this juncture. It was really unpredictable.
However, they didn't know what Yun Chiling had in mind. According to Yun Chiling, Mao'er's arm was injured now, but the competition still had to continue. Therefore, she was sure to win, even if she couldn't break the rules.
Dongfang Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked up at Yun Chiling, "What do you mean?"
At this time, her heart was very complicated. She hated Xia Qingcheng, so she and Yun Chiling were on the same side, but at such a juncture, how could Yun Chiling do this? To add insult to injury...it was a shame that she still regarded her as a good sister.
Suddenly, Dongfang Qingyang seemed to realize that Yun Chiling was a cunning person who was not as decisive as Xia Qingcheng in love and hate.
Yun Chiling raised his head, slightly impatient because of Dongfang Qingyang's question, "The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. If you lose, you will have to accept the punishment of the bet. If I were you, I would never
You won’t be so coquettish! You look ugly like this!”
Her voice was full of ridicule, making Dongfang Qingyang's face turn green and white.
"What a good Princess Chi Ling, isn't your current wishful thinking that my imperial sister shot Xia Qingcheng, giving you half the certainty of victory? I didn't expect Princess Chi Ling of Canglan Kingdom to be so selfish and despicable."
Dongfang Chenhao suddenly spoke at this moment, his voice was very deep.
"The words of Emperor Dongfang are wrong. What my imperial sister said is very reasonable. It is said that there is no rule without rules. If Xia Qingcheng is the loser now, you will never let her go, right?"
Yun Chilin stood up with a sneer on his lips and a cold and charming expression on his face. His dark hair was draped messily on his shoulders and he said with a hint of evil in his eyes.
What's happening here?
Civil strife in Baiyu Kingdom and Canglan Kingdom?
The people of Qiyue Kingdom couldn't help but look at each other, but they watched this almost cruel farce with wide eyes.
A cruel sneer appeared at the corner of Mao'er's mouth. She knew exactly what Yun Chiling from the Canglan Kingdom had planned, but it was really interesting that Yun Chilin stepped forward at this time and added fuel to the fire...
Little did he know that Yun Chilin at this moment absolutely hoped that his imperial sister would win this game, so he would have a legitimate excuse to take Mao'er away.
"Dongfang Qingyang, let's start. Kneel down and kiss my toes, then cut off one of your hands."
Mao'er's words came mercilessly.
Dongfang Qingyang's body has changed from the original trembling to the current trembling. She has experienced the feeling of being forced into a desperate situation. At this moment, she regrets extremely why she underestimated Xia Qingcheng. This is obviously not a docile animal.
Cat, she is a bloodthirsty leopard.
His legs were trembling, and he was about to kneel down. Dongfang Qingyang's eyes suddenly shot out as dark red as blood, shooting towards Yun Chiling, "Just wait, your end will definitely be the same as mine."
Suddenly, he grabbed the knife Xia Ziye held on her neck with his bare hands, and swiped it hard on her neck...
I went, and at the critical moment a man came who could not be killed.
"ah……!"
Countless screams rang out, and a stream of blood spurted out from his neck. Dongfang Qingyang's body lay on the ground like a kite with its string broken.
Staring at the cat with wide eyes, he said with difficulty, "You are amazing, I admire you!"
This is what is said when a person is about to die, his words are kind!
Dongfang Qingyang's eyes were wide open, but when he looked at the cat with admiration, the blood on his neck was still rolling out.
A trace of complexity flashed in Mao'er's eyes. Dongfang Qingyang was obviously a savage and hateful person, but he didn't expect that he would commit suicide like this. It was really just a broken palm, and he couldn't hold the sword, so it would be better to die.
Dongfang Chenhao stood there, motionless, staring at Dongfang Qingyang's bleeding neck, his clenched fists almost trembling.
Mao'er looked at Dongfang Qingyang, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, "Dongfang Qingyang, you want to die? How is that possible?"
He immediately pulled out the dagger and swiped it on his wrist. Suddenly there was a gasp of cold air. The cat squatted next to Dongfang Qingyang and poured his blood into Dongfang Qingyang's neck.
…
When she committed suicide, Xia Ziye's knife subconsciously deflected, so the blade did not cut the main artery.
Then Dongfang Qingyang's wound slowly healed in front of everyone's wide-open eyes...until a light pink scar formed...
"Oh my god, what happened?"
"how so?"
"How will the wound heal?"
"Oh my god, what kind of magic is this...!"
"Fart, you are the one doing sorcery, this is magic!"
Everyone looked at Mao'er in surprise, and there was no need to hide the enthusiasm in his eyes. Mao'er stood up, looked at Dongfang Qingyang who was slowly waking up, looked at her, and snorted coldly, "You won't die that easily."
Dongfang Qingyang's eyes became more complicated.
At this time, Mao'er suddenly turned around, looked at Yun Chiling who looked astonished, and said, "It's your turn!"
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Yesterday there was less, so I will make up for it today! Dear friends, today is Xiaomo’s birthday...
It’s almost the end of the month. Whoever has free gold medals should give it to Xiaomo! Thank you! Don’t waste it. Just treat it as a gift, hehe!
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PS: I just saw a message from a reader saying that Xiaomo’s recent plot has been delayed. Is it true? I have always been known for my concise and concise language... Then I have to speed up the progress... continue to update!
