After a little hesitation, Lin Ling'er plucked up the courage to probe and said:

"Why not? Didn't you say you were going to kill me a few times? Don't you look at me unpleasantly? I just don't understand, why do you have to be close to me, and why do you have to get along with me? Since you hate me so much, isn't it right for you to die that I'm dead? ”

He carried her in front of his eyes, and a sentence burst out from between his teeth:

"You should thank your good father!"

Good father? Daegu lord Yun Aotian?

Is he because Yun Ao didn't kill her? He married her because of Yun Aotian? Is it a favor or a grudge between them?

"Thanks?"

She asked rhetorically, then gritted her teeth,

"No, I hate him! I hate him for marrying me to you, and if I had a choice, I would rather marry a beggar who loves me than be your princess! ”

Her words hurt his self-esteem, as the god of war of the country of Wani, in her eyes, he is not as good as a beggar?

He shoved her with a big hand and threw her out like garbage.

Turning around, the dark back is like the god of hell:

"Get out! Get out! ”

He growled.

Lin Ling'er was pushed to the ground again, she gritted her teeth and insisted on getting up.

"Don't worry, I'll get out right away, I'll suffocate to death if I stay here for another minute!"

Turning around, she threw down a few more words,

"I know, you've won countless battles, but you can't win against me, a nasty woman, don't you want victory? Isn't all you want is for me to get down on my knees and beg you? I sue you, I don't! I'd like to see who loses in the end! ”

As soon as the words fell, Mu Jiuxiao turned around "openly", stared at her back, and clenched his fists tightly.

The answer to this question, he can give it to her now: the last person to lose, must be her! It's her Daegu country!

But he won't sue her, he will "treat" her until that moment!

He looked at her back, the long hair that was tied up high swayed from side to side under her beating, the white and delicate neck appeared and disappeared under the cover of the long hair, and the black clothes showed her petiteness.

I saw her jumping on one foot, struggling to jump towards the door step by step, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

Accustomed to seeing the blood flowing on the battlefield, why do you feel so dazzling when you see her blood at this time?

He knew that the heavy round wooden table had struck her leg, and the carved carvings on the raised edges had pierced her flesh, and even the bones would be painful.

With his arms around his chest, he just watched coldly, wanting to see when she would fall.

Lin Ling'er was indeed heartbroken, and the huge pain from her right leg was devouring her will little by little.

She didn't want to fall in front of him, she didn't want him to win, she just didn't want to!

However, I don't know if it was too painful or because of blood loss, and when I didn't reach the door, my clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Finally jumped to the door, she held on to the door frame and wanted to jump over the high threshold, away from Mu Jiuxiao's sight.

At this last moment, she tripped and fell, and her whole body slapped on the ground like a piece of paper.

Now, in addition to her right leg, her chest, side face, chin, and pelvis are all hurting.

She lay on the ground, so angry that she slammed the ground, embarrassed, so humiliated!

The pain began to spread throughout her body, and she tried several times to struggle to get up, but all failed.

Mu Tu had been guarding the door, and when he saw the princess fall to the ground, his mind couldn't help but flash the scene when she was thrown off the horse by Mu Jiuxiao that day, and it was he who carried her into the carriage.

It was the first time he had hugged a woman, her body was light and soft, and her breath carried a faint fragrance, like an orchid.

At this time, seeing her fall to the ground and seeing her shed so much blood, he was a little distressed.

Although Mu Tu followed Mu Jiuxiao into the battlefield of life and death, he was not as burly and strong as Mu Er, he was tall and slender, but like a white-faced scholar.

He pursed his lips, his hands holding the horsewhip couldn't help but clench, and finally he couldn't help but open his mouth to Mu Jiuxiao:

"Lord, I'm afraid the princess's legs won't be able to walk......"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at Mu Jiuxiao.