The playful queen falls from the sky

Chapter 270 Extra Story: I Hate Myself a Little

Mo Xuefeng looked at the bed, the knife and iron nails were approaching Ningdie again.

"Li, Yu, Qing,"

I have never hated a person so much for a moment, and never wanted to tear a person into pieces.

Li Yuqing did it, she successfully ignited his fire, successfully aroused his murderous aura.

"The sinner invites His Majesty to watch a play together."

Li Yuqing saluted very standardly.

The voice was sweet and soft, but there was a hint of sarcasm in it.

Mo Xuefeng really wanted to kill the woman in front of him, but he couldn't do it.

Once he makes a move, the man in dark clothes on the bed will definitely stab the dagger into Ningdie's neck.

Killing the two people on the bed, with Li Yuqing's skill, he will definitely accelerate the speed of the knife and iron nails with his skill, and Ningdie will be in danger at that time.

No, no, no matter if you kill anyone, you can't save Ningdie.

Mo Xuefeng, what kind of dangerous situation did you put Ningdie into?
Now he kind of hates himself.

The gray-clothed man on the bed heard what he said, as if he had received some order, he looked at Ning Die unabashedly with lewd eyes, drooling faintly from his mouth, and then he licked his mouth.

The man in gray began to untie the gauze belt around Ningdie's waist with his dirty hands, he was in a hurry and couldn't wait.

So much so that he untied a bow that was easy to untie for 2 minutes.

The man in dark clothes held the dagger against Ningdie's neck from beginning to end.

Ningdie's cheeks became more and more red, and her breathing was obviously a little short.

The whole bound body moved, trying to break free from the shackles of the rope.

Li Yuqing looked at the bed, turned his head and smiled slyly, but unexpectedly turned his head back just now.

The moment she turned her head, Mo Xuefeng flipped her wrist, and the two silver needles pierced into the throats of the two men with perfect precision.

A needle to seal the throat.

This is what Li Yuqing saw when he turned his head.

The two men didn't make a sound, they held their throats, their eyes were bigger than a bull's eyes, and they fell straight down.

Obviously, they would never have thought that they would die under a small, inconspicuous silver needle.

Although Li Yuqing hesitated for a moment, he quickly reacted, loosened the rope in his hand, and slapped Mo Xuefeng's face with his backhand.

Mo Xuefeng spun around to avoid the palm, and then grabbed the rope with his big hand, grabbing the rapidly retreating rope.

(End of this chapter)