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midnight three quarters

In the outskirts of the inn, the leaves rustled, and black boots stepped on the dead leaves, making a slight sound

Mo Qing was awakened by the strong killing intent, a pair of dark water eyes opened instantly, she turned her head to look at the window through the bed curtain, and hugged Nanshang tightly

"Someone~"

Nanshang raised her head from her shoulders and looked towards the window, where the moonlight through the window screen showed the clothes that followed outside in front of their eyes

Mo Qing pulled her into the quilt and pressed her head

"Don't get up when you fall asleep inside, it's a bit cold"

Nan Shang nodded, "Be careful."

Mo Qing blinked her eyes to show that she understood, then put on her coat

Chan Shuang, dressed in black and squatting by the window, poked a hole in the window screen with her fingers, put the drug in with a small bamboo pole, waited until time was enough before pushing the window in when they were all fascinated.

Walking lightly on the plank, she went straight to the bed, at this moment her heart was complicated

She had seen the King of Qin during the day, but she was restless. Although there are many beautiful men, she is not a person who is greedy for beauty, but somehow she thought that he would be unable to do so.

Standing in front of the bed, she took the knife from her waist, thinking of Chanru, her heart was ruthless, if she didn't complete the task, she would have to be punished or die

Holding the knife tightly, she closed her eyes, and the sharp tip of the knife fell quickly

"Qiang~"

"Puff~cough cough~"

In an instant, Chanshuang felt a powerful internal force crushing her internal organs. She lay on the ground and vomited blood, and the black scarf was smeared with blood.

There were also bloodstains all over her eyes, she looked up to the bed, and saw Mo Qing standing there in a black shirt, her eyes were full of disappointment

At this moment, Chanshuang felt like a knife was twisting her heart. Why would she feel scared when facing a person she was completely unfamiliar with? She was afraid of seeing disappointment in this person's eyes

she doesn't want

She hugged her head tightly and shook it vigorously, trying to drive these things out of her head, she was so scared, she didn't want to, but she had to live, live~

Thinking of this, she got up, quickly picked up the knife and rushed over, at this moment her eyes were red

She wants to live, live, can't die anymore

Mo Qing shook her head, gathered her internal strength and grabbed her neck, when she saw her red eyes, she was slightly taken aback

"Don't strangle her"

Hearing Nan Shang's words, Mo Qing let go of her hand, and then stabbed her unconscious with a knife

"Boom~"

Mo Qing looked at Chan Shuang who had fainted, her brows and eyes were tightly frowned, she didn't understand why a girl who looked like a sister next door became so strange and in her eyes just now, she saw a strong desire to survive

"what happened?"

Her waist tightened, and Mo Qing looked down at Nanshang, "It's nothing."

Mo Qing shook her head, she just didn't understand Chanshuang's purpose for doing this, logically it is impossible for a boudoir girl to have such a strong killing intent and desire to survive

Although she has no internal strength, she has amazing movements. If it weren't for her high martial arts skills and her lack of focus, she probably wouldn't be able to please her.

If he dies, many people will benefit, but Mo Yu is the most beneficial, but is Mo Yu really still like that in this life?

Or do you want to kill me, imprison me, and watch me suffer?

"Aqing, what's the matter with you?"

Mo Qing hugged her tightly, buried her head in her shoulder, and cried silently

"It's okay, I'm just thinking, why did my previous life have such an ending and process"

Nan Shang hugged her tightly, and looked out of the window with a pair of winking eyes that were a little sad at the moment, and the eye sockets were already stained with mist

Ah Qing, if one day you know the truth, will you blame me?