Chapter 11
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Shuang Xi was already scared out of his wits and rushed forward to stop him.
"Bang — —"
With a heavy thud, she was sent flying.
"Aren't you the one who wants her dead the most? Shen Yueji, what kind of trick are you playing for me? "
Shen Yueji used both her hands to pry open his big hands. However, her little strength seemed so insignificant to him.
Shen Yueji's little face turned pale. Suddenly, she reached for her hair bun and felt a hairpin. She ruthlessly stabbed the back of his hand.
"Puchi — —"
Blood splattered and a few drops splashed on her clean little face.
The man's grip on her didn't loosen but tightened instead. Shen Yueji's vision gradually became blurry. The handsome face in front of her made people not dare to look at it too closely. He was a demon from hell, cold-blooded and cruel.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be so indifferent to her death in her previous life.
She stabbed the hairpin very deeply but he didn't move at all. Only the coldness in his eyes froze and spread to his handsome face.
The air was filled with the thick smell of blood and the excessive silence. She could even hear the sound of blood dripping on the ground.
Shen Yueji gritted her teeth and forcefully pulled the hairpin out of the back of his hand. She turned around and stabbed the back of his hand five or six times.
The man's stiff body finally trembled.
The next moment, she fell to the ground.
Holding her neck that was being strangled, Shen Yueji gritted her teeth and glared at the handsome man in front of her.
She gripped the hairpin tightly and was about to stab him again.
"Your Highness!!"
Not daring to look at Mo Wushang's big white hand that was full of frightening bloody holes, Shuang Xi hugged her from behind.
His voice was filled with a deep sob. "Your Highness, hurry and run."
Fresh blood dripped down from the back of his hand.
Shen Yueji looked at the man's gloomy and complicated expression. "Not to mention that the Regent killed the late Empress, it has only been a few days and you want to kill me with your own hands?"
"In this world, no one but her dares to treat me like this."
Mo Wushang looked at her, a strange layer of sadness appearing in the depths of his pair of deep eyes.
The man lightly turned around and looked in the direction of Diao Yang Palace.
"Your Highness …" "Why aren't you leaving?"
Shen Yueji stared at him.
Mo Wushang, this bastard, was a pervert. Soft tactics didn't work, but he still wanted her to use hard tactics!
Glancing at his big bloody hand, she regretted not stabbing a few more holes with the hairpin.
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