Fingers ran down his cheeks and landed on his fair neck: "So what? Am I afraid that you will not succeed in the city of death? Now you Qianmo and the White Emperor have turned their faces, and they are mortal enemies with Taichu, and it is difficult to speak alone. If I really deal with you Qianmo in vain, I'm afraid that the other two will only fall into the well, Miss Mo, do you believe it or not? ”

Mo Guyu wanted to refute it, but she knew that what King Prajna said was the truth.

If the city of death and the city of Qianmo really go to war, the Bai family and the Ji family will definitely take the opportunity to get a piece of the pie!

Thinking of this, Mo Guyu couldn't help but soften, and slowed down his posture: "Please, will you let me go?" I really don't know anything! What do you want, I have everything here for you, if it is not enough, I will give you an IOU, make a vow, after you go out, you must double the compensation, okay? My Mo family's collection of treasures, as long as you want, I can give it to you, can you let me go? ”

As long as she can save her life, she can give anything! I believe that my father and mother will not see her die!

Mogu Yu was full of promises, and he almost said that he would give all the Thousand Mo Cities to the King of Pranya.

King Praruo sneered, he never thought that Mo Yan, a generation of heroes, and Mo Ziqing, a rising star, would have such a soft-boned daughter and sister.

There is no half-point temperament, and the brain is not clear.

She didn't even open her mouth to tell that secret, so how could this secret be worth by something outside her body?

When you are as short-sighted as she is?

Although King Prajna is the most peaceful of the nine kings, it is compared to the nine kings.

Among the nine kings, there is no normal one.

After spending half a day with Mogu Yu, he still hasn't gotten any useful news, and King Prajna is impatient.

He's not a kind person in the first place, so instead of bothering with this girl here, it's better to do it.

As soon as his eyes changed, the five fingers of the king of Praruo were tightened and forced, and there was a crisp "click", and Mo Guyu's neck bone was mercilessly broken.

Mo Guyu didn't expect King Praruo to say that he would do it, but before he could react, there was a sharp pain in his neck, she watched King Praruo withdraw his hand in disbelief, and took out a handkerchief to slowly wipe his fingers, as if pinching Mo Guyu dirty his hands.

After a sharp pain, Mo Guyu felt that his body was light, and he slowly floated.

Gently floating in mid-air, below is his body that has long been out of breath, and the eyes on his face are wide open, frozen in the incredible moment.

She's dead! Mo Guyu clearly understood.

She is not reconciled! She doesn't want to die! Mo Guyu tried hard to return to her body, but no matter how hard she tried, she could only pass through her body in vain.

Why is this happening! Hate! Monstrous hatred! Mo Guyu's eyes turned red.

She hates it! Hate the king! Hate Luo Hengbo! Hate Mo Ziqing! The most hated is Bai Xinhan!

She was so good to her, she almost took out her heart and gave it to her, if it wasn't for trusting her too much, how could she blurt out this secret? How could it be heard by King Prajna? How did it end up like this?

Especially, at the critical moment, if Bai Xinhan had pulled her at that time, she might not have fallen into the hands of King Pranya, but Bai Xinhan pushed her away! Pushed her alive to King Prajna!

At this moment, the star bead on Mo Guyu's corpse's waist flickered, and a suction force wanted to suck her soul into the star bead.

Mogu Yu was overjoyed, she remembered, before entering the Immortal Mansion, her mother had given her a magic weapon, if there was an accident, even if she was not afraid of life and death, as long as the soul entered the star bead, she could be teleported back to the Ink Mansion.