Chapter Eighty-Nine: Only I Want to Kill You
When she came to Mo Xuanye's side, Liu Wanwan tentatively approached his skin with a silver needle, but a black shadow suddenly rushed out and directly knocked out the items in Liu Wanwan's hand.
"Shhhh
Covering her wrist in pain, Liu Wanwan felt her hand trembling.
She raised her head angrily and met Duyu, who was sandwiched in the middle, with a bloodthirsty chill bursting out of her eyes.
"Get out of the way!" Liu Wanwan scolded angrily: "If you delay the treatment of the prince, can you afford it?" ”
Duyu didn't waver, just glared at the person in front of him fiercely, his hand half-hanging in the air, as if he was ready to exert his strength at any time.
Mo Xuanye raised his head when he heard this, and after seeing Duyu's back, he said indifferently: "Go ahead." ”
"Lord Wang!" Duyu turned her head in disbelief, with panic in her eyes: "That woman obviously wants to attack the prince!" ”
The silver needle, which weighed so much, made a noise when it fell to the ground.
It's not something a doctor would use at all, at first glance, it's just an ordinary weapon that can't be used anymore.
"This king repeats, get out of the way." Mo Xuanye's face was gloomy, and there was a determination in his voice that could not be questioned.
Duyu had no choice but to glared at Liu Wanwan viciously, and reluctantly gave one to come.
Liu Wanwan picked up the silver needle, and the sterilization procedures just now were in vain, which inevitably made her feel extremely bad.
When she came to Mo Xuanye's side, Liu Wanwan inserted the silver needles into Mo Xuanye's body one by one, and soon, white silver needles spread all over Mo Xuanye's back.
Sitting on the side, Liu Wanwan's voice was very soft: "Why do you believe me so much?" ”
Mo Xuanye hesitated for a moment and said, "If you want this king to die, it's not that easy. ”
"That's it?" Liu Wanwan sneered: "There should be no second person in the world who hates you more than me, it should be the only one who wants to kill you." ”
Liu Wanwan muttered to herself, with sarcasm in her voice: "Jiujiu's death, I haven't spared you yet, but I want to start a new life with Xiaoxiao." ”
"Mo Xuanye, I can't kill you, you are the famous regent of the capital, if you die, it will be a big loss for the people of the world."
"But it's a relief for me that you're dead."
Seeing that Mo Xuanye no longer spoke, Liu Wanwan's heart was calm.
If it weren't for the failure of reconciliation again and again, Liu Wanwan would not have been so radical.
Soon, the area around the silver needle became black and purple, and a strong liquid rushed to her face, and the stench was accompanied by a pungent sensation, which made Liu Wanwan almost faint.
Covering her mouth and nose, Liu Wanwan said in a low voice: "Duyu, bring the liquor." ”
Duyu was indifferent until Liu Wanwan turned around and shouted, "Hurry up, do you want Mo Xuanye to die here?" ”
Liu Wanwan's roar brought Duyu back to his senses, and he reluctantly took the liquor, watching Liu Wanwan spill the liquor on Mo Xuanye's back, washing the black and purple liquid.
Mo Xuanye didn't snort, such pain, maybe someone else, would have been howling here a long time ago.
Mo Xuanye's cooperation made the treatment end quickly, but Liu Wanwan still had sweat stains on her back, she twisted her eyebrows, and carefully observed the wound.
As long as the wound is healed, it is considered a success.
Carefully pulled out a silver needle, there was no black-purple liquid under the silver needle, and Mo Xuanye had already fallen asleep.
Duyu was cautious, and every eye fell on Liu Wanwan's hand, presumably as long as Liu Wanwan wanted to kill Mo Xuanye, Duyu would rush forward and wipe her neck.
Soon, the silver needles were put away by Liu Wanwan one by one, with a little venom on them, Liu Wanwan put it in a small bag, ready to go back and check it slowly.