Just as I was about to exit the entrance to the underground royal city, a affected and pretentious voice suddenly came from behind me.
Mo Shisheng felt a sense of familiarity, raised her eyebrows slightly, slowly turned her head, gently rested her face on Ming Beiya's shoulder, and discovered that the person who ran up was actually Lian Ji.
She was stopped by Shangguan Xuan halfway there, a long sword pressed against her neck, and she dared not move.
"Stop, don't go yet."
Mo Shisheng gently gripped the man's shoulder with her right hand, "I still have some personal grudges to settle."
Ming Beiya frowned slightly. "Stop fooling around. Your injury can't be delayed."
"I'm not joking. Didn't you ask me why my wound hasn't healed for so long?"
Mo Shisheng's lips curled slightly, her amorous peach blossom eyes filled with a cold light. She raised her chin slightly and looked in Lian Ji's direction, "Look, it's her. She pushed me into the water. My wounds were almost scabbed over."
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere around him suddenly turned icy cold. Ming Beiya's beautiful face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his crimson lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile.
Holding Mo Shisheng in one arm, he strode towards Lian Ji with long strides, while Shangguan Xuan and Qi Yufeng stood to the side.
Shangguan Xuan still held a long sword to Lian Ji's neck, where there were several bloody marks, which must have been made recently.
When Mo Shisheng was carried over by Ming Beiya, Lian Ji felt her legs go weak and she almost couldn't stand up. Although Mo Shisheng was wearing a mask, she wasn't stupid. She could tell who Mo Shisheng was from her clothes and aura.
“Mo…Mo…uh…”
Lian Ji opened her mouth, but before she could utter Mo Shisheng's full name, an unidentified object blocked her throat, preventing her from making a sound.
Mo Shisheng gently pinched Ming Beiya's collar with her right hand, lightly stroking it, her hand tracing circles on the patterns of his clothes. Her voice was soft and languid, "Lian Ji, we still have a score to settle. Why don't you come and let me settle it?"
"Uh...uh..."
Lianji shook her head forcefully, trying to spit out what was in her throat, but unfortunately it was too deep and she couldn't spit it out at all. Instead, it seemed to be going deeper and deeper, which frightened her so much that her face turned pale and she dared not speak.
Mo Shisheng used her mind to take a short blade out of her storage ring. Her fair and slender right hand held the exquisite short blade, and in the blink of an eye, the short blade slid past Lian Ji's ear.
A mangled ear lay on the ground, its blood splattering all over Lian Ji's pink clothes.
Mo Shisheng said coldly, "Not breaking your hand is the last act of mercy I'm showing you."
"ah!!!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Lian Ji let out a desperate scream, but unfortunately her throat was blocked and a mouthful of blood gushed from her nose.
Seeing Lian Ji's two hands hanging limply at her sides, yet her meridians were still intact, and she constantly felt the pain of her severed hands, it was truly cruel.
Mo Shisheng's lips twitched slightly as she glanced at the man holding her. "Aren't you slapping me in the face?"
"Um?"
A hint of doubt flickered in Ming Beiya's eyes.
"I spared her hand as a last act of mercy, and you still cut it off." Mo Shisheng curled her lips. Although she didn't want to let Lian Ji go either, she figured that the person who led them was Lian Ji, based on Ming Beiya's description of her.
Since Lian Ji led the way for them, it could be considered a betrayal of Ming Qiancheng. That man's methods were even more vicious. Lian Ji must have anticipated her fate if she continued to stay in the underground royal city, so she probably wanted them to take her away.
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