Chapter 118

Mo Yiqing's face was covered with sweat. He felt that the little snake was swallowed and immediately started moving. Something was twisting constantly on his chest, as if he was about to eat all his internal organs and break the skin. A strange blue color appeared all over Mo Yiqing's body, his body kept trembling, and a trace of blood oozed out of the corners of his lips...

"Is it painful?" Yan Qingyu looked at everything coldly, especially when she saw Mo Yiqing's painful expression that was worse than death, she happily hooked his chin and exhaled in ambiguous and cold manner: "Your Highness the Prince must remember this pain well. Every three hours there will be an incense stick to make you worse than death and you will feel pain. This is the punishment for those who should not have moved!"

Mo Yiqing fell to the ground in a very embarrassing manner, staring at Yan Qingyu's cloak. Who is this person?

in the end……

"The future is long, Your Highness, you must endure this pain!"

Yan Qingyu curled her lips very happily when she left, humming gently. She would never show mercy to those who dared to plan for her, but the prince gave her a different idea. If she wanted to take revenge, she had to be military power. His prince would become a slave to the snake pot. There should not be many people in this world who can have the white dove snake pot, so it is not difficult to control Mo Yiqing.

The question is whether Mo Yiqing is under control? She is so disguised as such a perfect appearance. If it weren't for the small flaw, she wouldn't have guessed that all this would be his method, and she was doing the darkest thing with an innocent face.

It may be difficult and difficult for such people to control them.

But it's worth a try!

"Your blood is only given to him once a day!" Yan Qingyu turned her head and thought for a while after leaving the prince's palace. She was afraid that the prince's prince would bite his tongue and commit suicide because he could not bear the pain, so she would give him the antidote once a day.

The snake gu is raised by the blood of the ziyu, and is cultivated by the white dove for the ziyu, so the antidote is the blood of the ziyu.

The blood of the ziyu can relieve pain, but cannot relieve the gu.

It hurts once every three hours, giving Mo Yiqing a chance to take the antidote, so that he can understand how wonderful it is to stop taking the antidote from pain... Only in this way can he be obedient...

After Yan Qingyu left, Mo Yiqing, who was sitting on the chair stiffly, kept trembling with her body. The blood at the corner of her lips kept dripping, dripping along her chin to her neck and sank into her clothes. Until he spit out a mouthful of blood, his body fell to the ground. He was dizzy and stretched out his hand to cover his chest, feeling something living thing in his internal organs was constantly running around and biting.

It hurts...it hurts...

Mo Yiqing opened his mouth and moaned in pain, but found that he could not make any sound. The pain came over and over again like waves, which was suffocating. The two secret guards beside Mo Yiqing had already lost their heartbeats, leaving him alone in the room struggling painfully, unconscious from the pain.

When I woke up again, the sky outside was still unconscious, but there was silence all around me. A dark shadow sat in front of the window for no reason. It was not until Mo Yiqing woke up from the darkness and saw the familiar figure in front of the window. He hoarsely said: "How come you... how come you are here?"

The black shadow sat sideways in front of the window, his eyes quiet, and the black cloth covered his face with only a pair of dead and empty eyes, and he turned his head slightly: "You are very embarrassed, it seems that you have been taught a lesson?"

"You don't need to care about my affairs!" Mo Yiqing had lost all his strength when he lay on the ground. The pain made his body tremble unconsciously and his body trembled particularly.

"It seems that the other party is extremely capable. Are you satisfied with His Highness's temptation?"

Listening to the masked man's words, Mo Yiqing struggled to get up from the ground, feeling that he had already survived, and the unspeakable pain was relieved: "The person who took action was definitely Mo Li, and I have never underestimated him!"

"Your Highness hasn't understood it yet? Then you always understand these two corpses!" The masked man in black waved his arm slightly and saw two corpses thrown in from the window, and the two were the two secret guards who were sent to stare at Yan Qingyu.

Now he has been cut off his throat with a sword and has no intention of being angry.

Mo Yiqing reached out to wipe off the blood from his mouth, and his eyes became particularly cold and seductive, "What do you mean is Yan Qingyu? How is that possible?"

The masked man in black walked to Mo Yiqing from the window, held his wrist and gently grabbed the pulse. A hint of surprise passed through his hollow eyes, and at the same time, the calm eyes were filled with interest.

"The unknown snake Gu... I have some impressions!" The masked man in black let go of Mo Yiqing's hand, and his tone was lightly sarcastic with a hint of mockery: "You can rest assured that this is not a fatal thing, but it will make you worse than death!"

"Can you... understand?" Mo Yiqing asked hurriedly.

The pain just now did not bring much pain, and it was not to the point where it could not be tolerated, so Mo Yiqing didn't know that the pain just now was just the pain of planting a snake pot. Only when it really occurred would he know what life was worse than death.

"The Gu is aimed at torture people but not fatal. There is only one person in the world who is good at it, that is Bai Jiu, the military advisor of the Phantom Demon Army!" The masked man in black showed a very pleasant look. With new fun under the calm and boring waves, the water in Mosang Kingdom will become particularly turbid and may cause huge waves.

"What? The Phantom Demon Army? Isn't that army missing?" Mo Yiqing widened his eyes in shock and accidentally waved the cup in his hand to the ground.

"There was no trace after disappearing a year ago, but it does not mean that they have truly disappeared... The reason for the death of the witch is known to the world. It is only a matter of time before the birth of the illusion demon is... Your Highness's snake pot was from the hand of the illusion demon Baijiu. Congratulations to Your Highness for becoming the first person to come into contact with the illusion demon army!"

This is not something worth congratulations. Mo Yi had a dark face and gasped hard. The pain just now was still engraved in his heart.

The sarcastic voice of the masked man in black did not anger Mo Yiqing. The two of them had been together for a long time, so they were not angry when they were provoked. Instead, they lowered their heads and thought angrily, "If this Gu was from the hand of the illusion demon Baijiu, then the cloaked man was Baijiu?"

"It's not that Bai Jue has something to do with Bai Jue!"

Mo Yiqing then showed a strange smile, reached out to cover her chest, feeling the excessive heartbeat there, and he curled his lips dangerously: "This palace failed the first time he took action. Yan Qingyu, Yan Qingyu, it seems that she has many secrets!"

"What will your highness do next?" asked the masked man in black lightly.

"I gave up this test. Yan Qingyu may be an extremely difficult existence to deal with. There is no need to investigate her relationship with Mo Li. She is very dangerous!" Mo Yiqing quickly weighed the pros and cons and analyzed the priorities of the matter. If it weren't for the curiosity of Yan Qingyu and Mo Li, he would not have taken action so rashly, but he also got a lot of interesting things from it.

"Your Highness is really dangerous. Are you really not afraid of being killed by using yourself as bait?"

Mo Yi sneered in a dangerous but confident manner; "I am still alive now... Although life is worse than death, I have also achieved interesting results!"

"You're so crazy!"

The masked man shook his head as if he was used to it, and then disappeared from the spot like air, leaving Mo Yiqing with a grim smile on his face.

A crazy cold color appeared in Mo Yiqing's eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly, stroked his chin gently, and felt the touch of his chin when it was staggered. He grinned faintly: "Yan Qingyu... I know it's you, and the smell of a person will definitely not deceive people, let alone the bloody smell in the prison. I really make me be you!"

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It's you, you are you, our friend Xiao Wenyu

On the hundred ways the prince was beaten

Prince, you will be beaten if you do something again, I'll tell you

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Thank you for giving me the six-pin thousand-layer cake. I ate four pieces in one breath, and there are two more pieces tonight. Huh, God bless you won’t grow meat, God bless you won’t grow meat, and you will grow meat on the head of heavy snow. Bless you won’t grow meat.
Chapter completed!