Chapter 731: My husband is bad: Give her a love potion [2]
I hit Mu Yiqing with both palms, but he could still finish the sentence without blushing or gasping for breath. I was so angry that I ran back to the school grounds, held the sword in my hand, and rushed towards Mu Yiqing in an instant.
Stabbed on the body.
"There are assassins, protect King Yi!!" Someone behind him exclaimed loudly, but for some reason, the sound fell silent.
I paused in my movements and looked back in surprise. It turned out that someone was blocking the way of those people. It was Bai Yin and her subordinates.
Very good! I gritted my silver teeth and continued the unfinished action.
A sword pierced Mu Yiqing's chest, but he did not dodge. The tip of my sword had already penetrated his robe. As long as I exerted a little force, I could stab him to death with one sword.
"Why don't you dodge?!" I asked sharply.
I hate that Mu Yiqing looks at me with such doting eyes, as if I am an unreasonable child and he is the tolerant parent.
"If piercing a few holes in my body can make you happy, I will be as happy as you." Mu Yiqing stretched out his hand and held the tip of the sword. It was a good sword with a sharp edge. The moment he held it
, blood gurgled out of the palms.
"Don't think I don't dare!" I moved my eyes away from his palm, pretending that I couldn't see the bright red.
"There is nothing in this world that Qian Feiyi dare not do." Mu Yiqing exerted a little force on his palm, and the sword had pierced his chest. He was wearing a black robe, and you could still see the blood soaked into his chest.
He was wearing a long robe, but he acted like a nobody, without any emotion.
"Mu Yiqing, you are crazy!!" I threw away the sword, turned around and left.
I am a normal person, how could I play like a crazy person? But I just hold my breath, feel uncomfortable, and wish I could find someone to fight. Unfortunately, I can't even find anyone to fight with me.
But Mu Yiqing blocked my way and stretched out her bloody palm to hold my hand.
I was made uncomfortable by the thickness of his bloody palm, and I wanted to shake his hand away, but instead he held my hand harder.
Doesn't he feel pain? I looked straight at the hand he was holding with mine. Inevitably, my hand was stained with the blood from his palm. The blood from his palm was still flowing out, so I knew whether it was seriously injured or not.
Qing. At this moment, he doesn't treat the wound, but he is still confronting me here. I don't know if he is really stupid or if he is deliberately staging a painful trick.
"Feiyi, do you hate me so much?" Mu Yiqing squeezed my hand, her tone sad.
I looked at the bright red dripping on the ground and didn't want to talk to him.