If she offends her, she would dare to kill even the king of heaven, let alone a prince.
King Mo Ting's arrogant voice sounded again, "Fang Qian, I'm warning you, if you dare to raise a hair against me, I will make you live or die."
He firmly believed that she didn't dare to do anything to him and was just bluffing.
Aorong glanced at him coldly, her voice was very soft but extremely threatening, "You talk too much, I'm very unhappy."
The raised hand was lifted up, and when it came down again, there were already two holes in his shoulder, and bright red blood was gushing out crazily.
Everyone was stunned, the boss with his mouth hanging open, looking at this scene in stunned silence.
King Mo Ting watched in disbelief as the drops of blood flowed down. His clothes were soaked in an instant, and he was trembling with anger. "You are so brave."
Aorong's answer was to raise his hand again and lower it, "hiss" another bloody hole.
His expression is cold and heartless, like an emotionless puppet, standing proudly against the crowd.
At this moment, she is the god of destiny who controls everyone's life and death. Whoever she wants to die must die. Even the aloof King Mo Ting must lower his noble head.
Mo Xuyao was very worried. Looking at her face, she was really angry and might really go on a killing spree.
Father and son are connected. No matter what, he can't let her take action. "Qian'er, no, no matter what he does, he is my father. If you don't look at the Buddha's face, let him go."
Aorong raised his eyebrows and smiled casually, "I'm not a murderous person. You guys are too aggressive. Now I just want an answer, and I don't want to kill him."
But I don't promise not to hurt him. As for what they think, it's their business and has nothing to do with her.
Mo Xuyao turned to King Mo Ting and begged anxiously, "Father, tell me quickly, why did you do this in the first place?"
King Mo Ting's face turned pale, and big beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead. Mixed with the traces of blood, it made people even more frightened. It was the first time in his life that he felt so aggrieved, and it was also the first time that he faced death so close.
The pride of being a king prevented him from bowing his head. He forced himself to rebuke, "Not killing you on the spot was the worst thing I did."
Aorong actually nodded and agreed, "That's true. If you didn't want me to suffer all the pain, you wouldn't be here today. You brought it all on yourself."