They fell to the ground, trembling: "Yes, my lord, if we go out today's events, we will be scattered in our cultivation and reduced to animals without wisdom forever!" “

Only then did Murong Li withdraw his gaze from looking at them.

He didn't notice the change in his eyes just now, he only wondered, he had been staring at them for only a few breaths, and now he closed his eyes, and his eyes were a little sore.

"Let's get out."

"Yes."

The Black Snake sisters kowtowed, stood up and walked to the door, then opened the door and left.

Standing outside the door, a breeze blew, and the sisters realized that their backs were soaked.

They looked back at the closed door in fear.

They thought, they probably understood why the snake king, who had cultivated for thousands of years, couldn't beat this young prince.

……

After Murong Li waited for the Black Snake sisters to leave, he opened his hand to take pictures of the mirror placed on the dresser.

Placing the mirror on the table, he pressed the scales on his eyebrows, and there was a slay of cruelty in his eyes.

He opened his hand again to pick up the dagger that had fallen on the dresser, his slender fingers gripping the handle, and aimed the shiny tip of the knife at the center of his brow.

The dagger can't fit into the scales, but it can fit into the piece of flesh where the scales grow.

The sharp pain came into the depths of his mind, his fingers trembled, and he quickly stabilized, and with a slight pick of the tip of the knife, he pulled out the scales and flesh.

He didn't choose the way to pluck the scales, he was worried that the plucking would be like growing hair, and it would continue to grow after plucking, and only by cutting off the hair follicle could it really stop it from growing again.

He has always been so cruel to himself.

As the dagger carried the piece of flesh away, red blood gushed out of the wound.

Because of the gesture of lowering his head slightly, the blood flowed smoothly down the tall wings of his nose, converging at the tip of his nose, and a drop fell on the black table.

In the blink of an eye, the table was filled with blood and turned into a puddle.

He touched the table with his fingertips, picked it up, and looked at the red blood on his fingertips.

He thought to himself, it is rumored that the dragon's blood is golden, and he may be a bloodline atavistic ancestor, the body of a golden dragon, but his blood is clearly bright red......

The dragon and the snake, one soaring above the clouds, the other can only swim in the swamp and dirt, he is probably the life of crawling on the ground all his life.

He wiped the blood from his hands, got up and went to the cabinet to find gold sore medicine.

The powder was sprinkled all over the wound, and the sharp pain that penetrated into his mind from the center of his eyebrows made his body shake.

He took two steps back and leaned against the lattice.

Through the thin window paper, the red and willow green flowers outside were vaguely reflected in his eyes, and he could vaguely hear the sound of the guards running and exercising in circles not far away, from far to near, and slowly moving away, and also bringing those laughter and laughter.

Only his corner is always lifeless, like a barren place that is not pitied.

He leaned there and looked through the window paper, and kept looking, until he had relieved the pain at the center of his brow, and found that the guards had run back and forth three times, and then he came back to his senses in a trance.

What to see...... He has no one here who will come, and he doesn't need anyone to come.

He pulled a random strip of cloth and tied it to his forehead, and slowly walked back to the table and sat down, and began to process the scales of his heart.

Compared with the center of the eyebrows, there are fifty or sixty pieces of dense scales at the mouth of the heart, and it is naturally difficult to pull out one by one, but it is very simple to cut off with a dagger.

The sharp pain in the center of his eyebrows still made his brain dizzy for a while, but his face did not change, and he put the dagger in front of his heart, and he was about to cut it out.

But when the tip of the knife was about to be inserted into the heart, the sound of Meow Seventeen came from outside-

"Hei Liusan, is Murong Li inside?"

He paused the tip of his knife and slowly looked at the closed door.