The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 217
Mo Junting lowered his eyes to look at the back of his hand that was dripping with blood, and his thin lips were tightly pursed to form a stern arc, tight and dangerous.

He was born in an imperial family, and in the eyes of others, he seemed to be born with a golden spoon in his mouth, but only those around him knew how difficult it was to survive in the imperial family.

Endurance, physical strength, IQ, no matter which point must be higher than ordinary people.

What Mu Hanxiao has experienced, he has experienced.

What Mu Hanxiao has not experienced, he has also experienced.

When he made another move, it would be Mu Hanxiao's disaster.

He usually has strict self-discipline in life, and his daily exercise and actual combat are only a lot more than Mu Hanxiao's. After the fight, Mu Hanxiao is a little physically weak, but he is still magnificent.

Mu Hanxiao gradually became restless.

The reason why he was afraid of Mo Junting was because he couldn't see through him.

After finally catching Yan Zhixin's weakness, Mu Hanxiao was ready to hit him hard, but now, he is the one who has lost the wind.

Mu Hanxiao gritted his teeth, grabbed the dagger and stabbed at Mo Junting's chest recklessly!
Mo Junting dodged sideways, and the moment the dagger grazed his chest, he suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Mu Hanxiao twisted his wrist, wanting to fight back, but Mo Junting's hand holding him was as hard as iron, and he couldn't break free at all for a while.

He looked up at Mo Junting, only to see a cold smile on the corner of Mo Junting's lips.

In an instant, the alarm bell rang.

Mu Hanxiao pulled back, Mo Junting suddenly tripped with his foot, he staggered, and when he reacted, his whole body was spinning and he was pressed against the wall.

Taking advantage of his astonishment, Mo Junting snatched the dagger with his hands, held it back, and pressed the blade against his throat.

The wounded hand was dripping with blood.

But Mo Junting didn't care at all, his thin lips were tightly pressed under the bridge of his tall nose, and his whole body felt chilly.

A pair of blue eyes were restrained and deep, shining with a palpitating light. With a little force, the blade drew a bloodstain on Mu Hanxiao's throat: "This knife is for you."

Mu Hanxiao froze, but smiled: "You don't want to kill me?"

Mo Junting's voice was cold and clear: "You dare to touch her again, do you think I want to kill you?"

Mu Hanxiao frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable, but his defeated... had nothing to say.

Mo Junting stuck the dagger on the dining table with his backhand, turned around and walked out.

At the gate of the imperial banquet, Yan Zhixin and Ling Feng stood in front of the car and waited nervously.

She didn't know what the two of them were doing in the private room, but thinking of how calm they looked when they met, she felt that they would not fight.

After all, everyone is a person with status.

Unexpectedly, in less than 10 minutes, Mo Junting was injured.

The tie is half undone, the cuffs are undone, the suit is wrinkled, the hair is slightly messy, and the palms are bloody.

Yan Zhixin stepped forward, seeing the almost terrifying bloodstains, she was stunned: "Why are you injured? Is the injury serious?"

Ling Feng was more anxious than her: "Where is the injury? Let me see!"

Mo Junting stretched out his hand calmly.

Ling Feng, who had many years of clinical experience, immediately realized that under the seemingly shocking blood, it was actually just a small wound.

He glanced at the worried Yan Zhixin out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly understood, and whispered, "Master, why did you get hurt so badly? It was still cut by a knife. Young Master Mu is too dark, right?"

Yan Zhi asked anxiously, "Did you hurt your meridians?"

Ling Feng's tone was particularly heavy: "It was almost useless."

(End of this chapter)