Chapter 551 Meng Ting's Death Shouldn't Be Affected by This Chapter Name?
After Mo Fanchen returned to his room, he did not immediately check his identity, but simply let out a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.
In his opinion, the most difficult thing is to disguise one's identity among a group of smart people.
Fortunately, the result of the last round of voting was not him. Then he wiped the sweat from his head. Until now, he still didn't understand why he, a killer, didn't kill anyone but Yun Zhongqing died.
But what he knew clearly was that he was destined not to have a good rest tonight.
He stood up and looked at the red paper on the bed with two big words written on it, civilian.
The short knife and black robe that were originally used as props for the killer have disappeared, although Zhuge Zheng had deliberately mentioned Meng Ting's current situation to induce the killer to target that woman.
But apart from that woman, I am a casual cultivator who does not have a deep background and is not very strong. I am afraid that he is also a good target.
He picked up the chair legs that he had split open with a short knife yesterday, and carefully squatted in the corner. Only with his back against the wall could he feel a little safer.
At the same time, the real killer has learned his identity.
Unlike yesterday's killer Mo Fanchen, he first ate some food to replenish his strength, then put on a black robe and picked up a short knife.
He said loudly: "Teleport me to Meng Ting's room!"
Looking at the bronze door that suddenly appeared, the man in black robe stepped into it decisively.
Meng Ting was carefully rubbing her arms. She originally thought that the previous impact had completely disabled her arms, but now it seemed that they were just numb from the shock.
However, there were still bursts of sharp pain in her chest, and Meng Ting's relatively clear eyes were full of resentment. She hated everything around her, hated the underground palace guards who took action against her, hated Yan Ruoxue, and hated Lin Mo.
She believed that everything now was caused by these people. If it weren't for Lin Mo being the winner of the previous underground palace, she would not have rushed all the way to Jin Ting City after learning about the underground palace.
Isn't it just to prove yourself to Lin Mo by participating in this damn trial?
She hated Yan Ruoxue even more, because Yan Ruoxue could have stopped her from coming, otherwise she wouldn't have to suffer here.
She didn't dare to openly hate the underground palace watcher, because she knew that a master at a certain level could easily see through the thoughts of a weak person, so she could only bury this hatred deep in her heart.
Until she saw a man in black robes appearing in front of her, his resentful eyes turned into extreme panic. She knew exactly what this man was doing.
And this man in black robe took off his hood, revealing a young face. His expression was full of ferocity and a hint of madness. He was none other than Jiang Shuling.
No one is not afraid of death, especially when death can come at any time, that kind of waiting is the most terrifying thing.
When Jiang Shuling saw that he had been selected as a killer, all his original uneasiness and despair were swept away. He found a way out. As long as he could kill one person, he could use the rules of the killer to teleport directly back to Da Mo.
Dynasty.
He can survive!
He had also heard what Zhuge Zheng said before, so he knew very well that he could only deal with Meng Ting with his fragile little body.
Meng Ting looked at Jiang Shuling's bloodshot eyes, her brain spinning rapidly. A person can always be more resourceful when he is about to die.
She knew that she still had a way to survive, which was a quarter of an hour. As long as she held off Jiang Shuling for a quarter of an hour, she would survive!
Then she tried hard to suppress her fear and said in a sweet voice: "Mr. Jiang, don't rush to take action yet. Why don't we form an alliance? There is the Yue Nv Sword Club behind me. If you kill me, sooner or later you will kill me."
The Yue Nv Sword Club will come looking for you."
After Meng Ting noticed that Jiang Shuling's decisive steps were hesitant and the madness in his eyes dissipated a little, she quickly gently pulled off her shirt, revealing her fair skin. When she saw the flash of lust in Jiang Shuling's eyes,
hour.
Then he said: "Mr. Jiang, you are the young president of the Loyalty Association, and I am also a leader of my generation in the Yue Nv Sword Association. I am willing to marry Mr. Jiang, and I only ask that Mr. Jiang let me go."
Jiang Shuling subconsciously wanted to nod, but the handle of the knife held in his right hand was filled with coldness, which reminded him of his current situation. He was lustful, but in the face of life, everything was not that important.
Meng Ting also noticed Jiang Shuling's change, so she quickly opened her collar, and her attractive collarbone made Jiang Shuling subconsciously lick her lips.
Meng Ting saw the opportunity and said: "Mr. Jiang, I discovered that you also have some affection for my senior sister Yan Ruoxue, right? I can convince my senior sister to marry you together.
Moreover, I am a married woman with a divine body, and I am still a virgin. As long as Mr. Jiang gets my body, not only will his strength be greatly enhanced, but even his original qualifications will be completely transformed.
But if you kill me, all this will be gone. If you believe me, I will swear an oath of martial arts."
Lin Mo, who was secretly observing all this, heard the words "Martial Arts Oath" and subconsciously twitched the corners of his eyes. He almost couldn't help but slap the bitch to death.
Jiang Shuling was very moved after hearing this. If he had not met Yun Zhongqing before, he might have really agreed. Although Yun Zhongqing did not educate this naughty child thoroughly, he also made him understand a truth.
It's just that the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying.
At this time, when Jiang Shuling looked at Meng Ting again, his eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent. Every step he took was extremely determined. He knew that if he wanted to live, he could only kill the woman in front of him!
Meng Ting saw that her seduction had no effect at all. When faced with this life-and-death situation, her originally rational nerves were completely overwhelmed, and she shouted:
"Jiang Shuling, if you really kill me, you won't be able to live! The head of Yue Nu Sword Club and my master will personally take action! Your loyalty will definitely perish! You will also become a lost dog! You can't live but die.
cannot!"
And Jiang Shuling doesn't care about so much now, or he has long thought that one day, he knows that the loyalty will be far inferior to that of the Yue Nv Sword Club, but he wants to live, even if he lives for one more day.
He really couldn't stand this underground palace trial anymore. The feeling that he would die at any time made his nerves collapse in just one day. Then Yun Zhongqing's death made him unable to think too much.
He strode forward, firmly grasped the dagger and stabbed it directly into Meng Ting's chest. The skin that could be broken by a blow was stained with bright red, making Meng Ting look even more charming.
But Jiang Shuling only has one thing to do at this time, which is to kill her! Kill her! Kill her!
Because the first knife was slightly missed, Meng Ting did not die immediately. Her eyes were full of resentment and malice. She opened her mouth and said: "You will die too, you will die too, I believe Lin...
....”
Before she finished speaking, she saw a third person appear in the room.
She was wearing a black and red brocade robe and a mask of the Southern Ghost Emperor. She could clearly see that the man in brocade robe gently took off the mask with one hand, revealing a face that was extremely familiar but unfamiliar to her.
"Why do the same facial features look like two different people?"
On her deathbed, Meng Ting thought of this as she looked at the pair of eyes not far away that were so cold that they contained no trace of warmth.
The resentment and malice in her eyes completely disappeared without a trace, leaving only a trace of relief and a hint of hindsight.
'No, he is not Lin Mo. No, since we met again in Jinyang City, he is no longer Lin Mo.'
'Perhaps I have known this for a long time, but I have just been deceiving myself.'
'What a cold man, Lin Mo. I'm finally going to see you. I hope you can forgive me. No, you will definitely forgive me, because you have always been the Lin Mo who belongs to me.'
Jiang Shuling began to stab Meng Ting in the chest crazily with a short knife. When it was confirmed that she was completely dead, he took a few steps back weakly and collapsed directly on the ground.
Lin Mo finally understood Meng Ting's eyes.
'Sure enough, the person who knows Lin Mo best has also noticed it, but it's too late.'
Lin Mo put on the mask of the Southern Ghost Emperor again, leaned down and patted the still shocked Jiang Shuling on the shoulder.