Miss Waste Chai is about to turn over: Concubine Phoenix Summoner

Chapter 407 Please, kill me

Kongyin Mountain.

There are many green bamboos on the mountain.

Under the nourishment of the continuous drizzle, the three thousand green bamboos are more vigorous.

Mo Zhu supported the green bamboo beside him with a pale face, his expression was painful, his pupils were dark green and red, it looked extremely strange.

"Young master, are you alright, young master?" the maids who were chasing after her asked in a panic.

"Don't come here!" Mo Zhu spat out a mouthful of blood, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, took out the dagger from his sleeve, and cut a severe wound on his arm.

"Young...Young Master..." The maids were terrified, their legs were so weak that they almost fell to the ground.

"Since when did my behavior become abnormal?" Mo Zhu looked at the maids with a pair of dark green pupils.

"The young master has always been normal." One of the maids panted.

"Think carefully!" This quiet young man exuded a compelling aura, his dark green pupils were as pure as water, but also dyed a bit dignified. Seeing the embarrassment on the faces of several maids, Mo Zhu thought for a while , and then ran in one direction.

"Young master! Young master!" Seeing him running away injured, several maids became anxious and started chasing Mo Zhu madly again.

The young Mo Zhu ran to the backyard in one breath, with blood flowing all the way, but he didn't care at all, he pushed open the door of the guest room, only to see King Yanfeng in white clothes gently combing his wife's hair.

"Your Majesty Mo Zhu, what's the matter?" King Yanfeng combed his wife's hair gracefully, without even looking back, but he knew who it was.

"This is the antidote to the Ruxiu Pill. Take it." Mo Zhu threw the white porcelain bottle to Feng Jinyou.

"Young Master Mo Zhu, did you take the wrong medicine or did you get stimulated? You just forced me to take the Failing Pill yesterday, and the antidote was sent early this morning?" Feng Jinyou caught the porcelain bottle, but did not open it. Put it aside and continue to comb your hair for the south wind.

Her three thousand black silk is like ink, soft and fragrant, if the ink bamboo doesn't come to make trouble, Feng Jinyou would like to brush her hair for a while longer.

"You can really hold your breath." Mo Zhu smiled wryly, "If I'm right, the north bank and the south bank are about to fight, and the war will start in half an hour. Are you not in a hurry?"

"This king is busy combing my wife's hair, so I don't have time to worry about it right now." Feng Jinyou inserted a simple and elegant hairpin for Nan Fengqing, still in a leisurely manner.

"I need your help." Mo Zhu closed his eyes.

"Help you for what?" Feng Jinyou gave him a cold and indifferent look, "Aren't all the subordinates of Kongyin Mountain waiting for your order?"

"Are you angry about what happened yesterday?" Mo Zhu took a deep breath, his arm was still bleeding, and the wound was deep enough to see the bone, the young man raised his arm, and immediately gasped, the pain made him wake up a lot, the young man Simply put a layer of ointment on the door of the room, then raised his eyes and asked, "Can I enter the room?"

"Come in." Feng Jinyou didn't make things difficult for him.

"Thank you." The boy closed the door with a pale face.

"You seem to be different from yesterday." Nan Fengqing frowned and looked at the wound on the boy's arm.

"I probably already understand what's going on." Mo Zhu's voice was somewhat panting.

At this time, the door was knocked, and the voices of the maids were anxious and worried: "Young master, young master? Can we go in?"

"I'm fine, you guys go clean the side yard and don't bother me." Mo Zhu's voice was a little tired.

"Yes." The maids' footsteps gradually faded away.

Mo Zhu seemed relieved, he looked at Feng Jinyou, his dark green eyes were stained with pain: "I beg you, do me a favor."

"What do you want me to help you with?" Feng Jinyou asked a little strangely when he saw his sad expression.

"Please, kill me." Mo Zhu looked at Feng Jinyou steadfastly, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

　In my mind, I always think of a handsome young man in dark green robes in a bamboo grove, with pure and beautiful dark green pupils. Her eyes are as clear as a green pool, and there is a faint smile on her lips.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)