The queen's wife hunts dragons

Chapter 974 Another Game

Outside the bedroom.

The two of Ming Bei Ya had just left the dormitory, Nan Xiao frowned slightly, and looked into the hall worriedly, her thin crimson lips were tightly pursed.

Compared with Ming Beiya beside him, he looked extraordinarily calm. He believed that Mo Shisheng's decision-making was completely sure of her. After all, it was his A Sheng, and no one knew Mo Shisheng better than him.

"Aren't you worried?"

Nan Xiao was a little puzzled, so she couldn't help asking.

"Ah."

Ming Beiya nodded lightly and didn't say any more.

Nan Xiao's deep eyes looked at Ming Bei Ya beside him, calm and calm, as if everything was under control.

Nan Xiao said lightly: "It won't be resolved in a while, so why not play a game? The last game is not over yet."

Ming Beiya didn't answer, but nodded slightly to Nan Xiao, then turned around and sat at the table leisurely.

Nan Xiao smiled lightly: "Come here, take out the chessboard that was not played last time, and re-enact the positions of the chess pieces."

The two played against each other with black and white chess pieces in their hands. The small chessboard was full of battlefields, and traps were hidden step by step. Women's screams of pain came from time to time in the bedroom, but they were all turned a deaf ear.

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Mo Shisheng's cultivation base and supernatural ability were used at the same time, and Situ Xue was restrained on the bed, with his hands, feet and limbs stretched out and unable to move.

"Let go of me! Mo Shisheng, what do you want to do!?"

Mo Shisheng lit the candles around the bed, baked the dagger in the outer flame of the candle, and moved it away when he felt the temperature was right.

Mo Shisheng's expression was cold, and a series of movements were skillful, which shouldn't appear on a three-year-old girl.

Mo Shisheng held Situ Xue's wrist tightly with his left hand, and held the dagger upside down with his right hand. The tip of the dagger lightly scratched the surface of the skin. The skin where the tip of the dagger passed cracked, and blood beads gushed out from the crack.

"You bastard! You bastard! You're going to die!" Situ Xue cursed when she saw her wrist was cut.

Mo Shisheng glanced at Situ Xue lightly, but did not respond, and turned his head to continue with the business at hand.

Dissatisfied that the dagger tip only scratched the surface of the skin, Mo Shisheng held the dagger close to the wrist bone, penetrated deep into the blood vessels, cut from the skin layer to the muscle layer, and drew a groove. He held down the wrist and tilted the dagger blade, and gently picked it up with his hand. Blood vessels and arteries burst, and blood gushed out like a water pump.

"Die! Die! Die! I won't let you go!" Situ Xue's eyes seemed to be quenched, staring at Mo Shisheng.

Mo Shisheng slightly parted his vermilion lips indifferently: "Noisy."

She went to the table and picked up the tablecloth and stuffed it into Situ Xue's mouth, feeling disgusted with the crazy hen on the bed.

The blood from the wrist soaked a piece of mattress, and there was a bright blood red flower on the sheet.

Following the wound, Mo Shisheng used the blade to penetrate deep into the muscle layer, and found the tendon tissue at the joint of the wrist bone.

Tendons drive bones to move through muscle contraction to realize human action, that is, Tesuji.

Mo Shisheng made a strong hand, and with a thrust, inserted the dagger into the tendon tissue. Using his cultivation base on the dagger, the tendon tissue was easily cut, and when the dagger pointed upwards, Situ Xue's tendon was suddenly picked up. Broken, pale bones can be clearly seen through the wound.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You bastard! I hate you so much! I will never let you go even if I am a ghost!"

"..."

Mo Shisheng took out the gauze and bandaged the wound casually, and said unhurriedly, "I'm tired, take your time with the rest, I won't let you die."

Mo Shisheng took off the bloody dagger and put it on the candle to bake. The blood evaporated and boiled on the dagger, making a sound of "Zi, Z".

(End of this chapter)