Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 282 Talking about conditions, you are not worthy [[-]]

Mo Wuying did not expect to encounter a tough boss.

When he was about to die, he refused to confess, and even played aggressive tricks viciously.

However, the middle-aged man didn't gain any benefits after being ruthless, the toxicity of the 'Poppy Silver Soul' evaporated very quickly.

As soon as the words were finished, a large mouthful of black and red blood spit out from his mouth as his face darkened.

She raised her dark red eyelids and stared evilly at Mo Wuying and asked:
"Who the hell are you, little baby? We haven't found out the identity of the person behind Aozi after searching for a long time..."

Mo Wuying squinted coldly: "You don't deserve to know!"

The middle-aged man inadvertently looked at a high-walled mansion not far ahead, struggled with his hands on his chest and continued to speak:
"You and me... how about an exchange? I'll tell you who I am, and you tell me your real identity?"

Mo Wuying squatted down, put the alluring facial features in front of the middle-aged man, narrowed her eyes and said word by word:
"It doesn't matter if you don't know who I am, just remember my face!

Because... this face will become your nightmare! "

She reached out her hand and tapped two acupoints on his chest quickly, the corners of her lips rose to a beautiful arc, and a proud smile bloomed brilliantly.

"you lose!

Your flight in the same direction and your flustered gaze betrayed you...

Also, young master, I... never negotiate conditions with the enemy!

Since you want to die with all your heart, sealing your two acupoints to speed up the toxicity will be regarded as giving you a ride! "

The middle-aged man glared at Mo Wuying with wide eyes, and the next second his mouth spewed dark red.

The nostrils, the corners of the eyes, and the ears began to seep out the same deadly black-red liquid.

When Ding Li came after him, what he saw was the tragic scene of a middle-aged man bleeding from his seven orifices.

"Young master, he...?"

Mo Wuying said contemptuously: "Hmph! You are very stubborn, but unfortunately you chose the wrong partner! Let's go, go and have a look in that tall mansion!"

The middle-aged man twisted his body in pain, took out something from his arms, and prepared to signal to his companion with trembling hands.

He was quickly kicked away by Ding Li.

When things flew up and hit the wall, there was a loud bang, and the purple smoke instantly rose into the air like wolf smoke, condensing and lingering.

Mo Wuying's heart shuddered.

In this era of cold weapons, does this kind of thing already exist?
(End of this chapter)