When he came back to consciousness, the pain that had been crushed all over his body also swept over. Her eyes slowly opened a slit, and she couldn't help but scream from the sudden pain in her shoulder.

"Uh-huh!"

"Heh, Shen Mobei, are you willing to wake up? You can make me wait......"

A deep male voice came from his ears, and the mockery and contempt in his words could not be concealed.

In the chaos, Xiumei frowned slightly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a yellow robe embroidered with a golden dragon, and ...... The vicious foot was on her shoulder.

Depend on!

scolded in her heart, trying to struggle to get up, but every time her body moved, her whole body felt like a falling apart.

"What's the matter, Shen Mobei, aren't you very capable, why are you like a sick dog now, huh? Hahahaha......"

The voice of mockery and rampant sounded again.

Slowly, the corners of Mo Bei's mouth hooked up an invisible sneer.

She wanted to see which dog dared to poop on her head!

Looking up along the feet on his shoulders, he saw a handsome man, with a high nose, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the outline of the knife is natural, with the unique charm of men, and the thin lips seem to be pursed, which is a good skin.

The man looked at her with a cold smile, "Shen Mobei, you don't look at yourself, just a waste like you, dare Xiao think about me!" It's just cheap! ”

He lowered his head slightly, and a sneer on his lips rose again.

There is a saying that half of the good-looking people are scum, and this sentence is really not wrong at all.

The man didn't see the look on Mo Bei's face at all, he only felt that she sank her face and wanted to win sympathy, and there was a burst of disgust on her face, "Slut, put away the expression of begging for mercy on your face, it's disgusting!" What are you, dare to compete with Xiang'er. It's because I underestimate you, and you pretend to be so good in front of me~"

He crouched down and pinched her chin without mercy.

"Dare to move Xiang'er, I see that you are really tired!"

The man's voice suddenly became grim.

Mo Bei looked directly at the man in front of him, and his calm eyes seemed to be a pool of stagnant water.

Is it a dream?

Still is...... She should be dead, and even if she wasn't dead, she should be in the hospital, not ...... It shouldn't be this place...... Ling Chiduan looked at her eyes, and his mind trembled slightly.

Such a look made him too strange, in his memory, this woman never dared to look at him directly, not only her, but also the people of the world, who dared to look at him so meaninglessly?

！

He is the Ninety-Five, and he holds the lives of people in the world...... But now the woman in front of him, her direct gaze so calmly, actually made him panic for a moment.

Shaking her chin violently, Ling Chiduan stood up and wiped his hands with a handkerchief in disgust, as if something disgusting had stuck to it.

"Huh."

Ling Chi was stunned, he looked at the dying woman on the ground.

The disdainful laughter just now was made by her.

Immediately afterward, he saw her and her slowly rise from the ground.

The body was already scarred, the skin was open, the white clothes on the body had already been stained red with blood, and she was originally lying on the ground and not moving, and the wound finally did not flow blood, but now that she was struggling, the wounds on her body burst open again.

Blood soaked his shirt again, down his arms, drop by drop, to the ground...... Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much that it makes her want to kill, but she has to stand up, for the sake of her dignity that has been trampled on by others.

Whether it's a dream or a reality, she can't prostrate to anyone, never will!

Ling Chiduan watched her struggle to get up little by little, blood sliding down her arm, the white on her shirt was engulfed in red again, and he knew that her wound must have burst open.

He is a man, and he knows very well that this kind of pain is much more painful than a new injury, and the pain of the wound tearing is not even a man who may be able to bear it, but this woman actually didn't even say a word.

Mo Bei's gloomy eyes looked directly at the man in front of him, and the corners of his pale lips pulled to the side, hooking up an emotionless arc.

"It's crooked, it's annoying."

Her voice was hoarse, and the last trace of blood faded as she stood up.

Ling Chiduan, who was originally shocked, heard this, and saw her mocking expression, and his anger rose again.

Approaching her, he looked down at her with angry eyes, "Who gave you the courage to dare to talk to me like this." ”

"Sorry......"

Mo Bei raised his hand to wipe away the dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and smiled frankly, "Because the last person who was so rampant in front of me is dead..."

When she said the last few words, she had already a smile on her face, and a cold look on her face.

"You dare to curse to death?!"

The most taboo thing for the emperor is life, otherwise people would not say 'long live, long live, long live' every day, but now, Mobei has undoubtedly committed the emperor's taboo.

Ling Chi was angry and swung his palm into her face.

Mobei is sensitive, and Yu Guang has already captured this sharp palm wind, and on the side of her body, she used up all her last bit of strength, and fell to the ground at once, knocking on the wound, this time, she almost fainted in pain.

Ling Chiduan obviously didn't intend to let her go, and there was murderous intent in his eyes, "Shen Mobei, do you really think that I won't dare to kill you." You should have known what the consequences of angering me were! ”

The murderous aura in his eyes, she could feel it, and she sneered, "Then you should also know what the consequences of me off......"

"Blackie, bite him to death."

She lowered her eyes, and there was a fierce glint in her eyes.