The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Siyu didn't care that the blood flowing out of the seven orifices smelled rotten, and his fingers caught Zhuang Xiaoyu's pulse.

Qin Wuyan's eyes filled with crazy hope, as if he saw a faint light in the dark night: "I touched her pulse, her pulse beats occasionally, and she will live soon, right?"

Mo Siyu's fingers moved up from Zhuang Xiaoyu's pulse, fell on Zhuang Xiaoyu's neck, and then pressed Zhuang Xiaoyu's chest.

Finally, she withdrew her hand and looked at the man in front of her with pity. She didn't know how to speak.

Qin Wuyan's face was a little crazy. He took out the sword at the head of the bed and was about to put it on Mo Siyu's shoulder. Chu Chuyan flashed forward, and the tip of the sword touched Chu Chuyan's throat.

Qin Wuyan's fingers trembled slightly while holding the sword handle: "I don't have so much patience to spend with you. Since Mohism has the art of bringing people back to life, it will be passed on to its own future generations.

Chu Chuyan was poisoned by fire. If he couldn't suppress the toxicity in his body with ice, his internal organs would be burned alive. Compared with the rotten intestines, his end would be no better

When he was poisoned, his whole body was like being burned in a fire. The taste was no better... "

Qin Wuyan's sword pointed to Chu Chuyan's throat, but his eyes looked at Mo Siyu. "Although the priest has plenty of time, the priest's wife can't delay any longer."

Qin Wuyan shouted, "come!"

Dark guard dodges forward.

Qin Wuyan took back his sword: "put him in custody. No one is allowed to see him without the permission of the priest. Only one bowl of water and one bowl of rice are sent every day to let him live."

Dark guard escorts Chu Chuyan out.

Mo Siyu rushed up and held Chu Chuyan: "Chuyan, Chuyan..."

Chu Chuyan comforted, "I'm fine. I'll be fine."

He whispered in her ear, "if you can only drag on like this, you'll find a way..."

Chu Chuyan told Mo Siyu with lips: "run away!"

Seeing Chu Chuyan taken away by the dark guard, Mo Siyu swept away his sympathy and compassion for Qin Wuyan just now. He said coldly, "the high priest is not afraid that Miss Ben will burn your wife in a rage, so you can only see a handful of ashes, not even the body?"

Qin Wuyan didn't pay any attention to Mo Siyu's threat: "I've been here for ten years. If I didn't know you arrived at the moon city and know your details, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive long ago.

If you want to burn it, you'll burn it. I don't want to live anyway.

But if you want to think clearly, we have experienced so many things and have long lived enough. As for Chu Chuyan, he was poisoned by fire in order to find you. Do you have the heart to watch him die in front of you?

In addition, according to the information inquired by the priest, your brother Mo Chengyue is also in the moon city. When the river freezes in winter and the mountain path is closed, as long as the priest doesn't let you go, your brother and sister can't fly even if they cut their wings on our territory. "

Mo Siyu's mind calmed down for a moment, and she lowered her eyes.

Irritating a madman who has fallen into a state of madness can't get any benefits. A man who can even stay away from his life would have been invincible if he hadn't asked for something.

What's more, Chu Yan's life is still in her hands. She can't be too impulsive.

Brother, I don't know what the situation is. She and Chu Chuyan are trapped in the priest's house. It's also difficult to receive news from the outside world.