Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 58 Lesson to the Tyrant King (4)

"Shen Jingshu, you are courting death!"

An angry roar rippling from the tent made everyone outside tremble in fright.

what happened?
Wasn't she still enthusiastic and affectionate just now?
Why did you start making trouble again in the blink of an eye?
Before everyone could recover, there was a "boom" sound from the tent, mixed with a sound similar to the creaking of a bed board.

The light cavalry rolled their eyeballs, and immediately understood what was going on.

Gee!

This battle is too intense!

So fierce, aren't you afraid of crushing the bed?
in the tent...

Shen Jingshu was thrown onto the bed by Murong Li, and she fell on her back and became dizzy.

She was pushed to the ground last night and fell solidly once, but it happened again today, she felt so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood.

But of course the blood was not spit out.

She gritted her teeth and slapped the bed board, turned over and sat up suddenly, the sharp bone-cutting blade was already in her hand, and her eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Did you poison the needle?"

Murong Li supported his waist, his whole body was filled with fierce and cool aura, pressing towards her like a mountain, causing her chest tightness.

"Oh!" She sneered, "Down! It's enough to kill you a hundred times!"

"You!" Murong Li squeezed out the words between his teeth, the next moment his eyes turned cold, and he rushed towards her.

The speed and the ghostly figure made her think she saw a ghost.

But of course she knew it wasn't a ghost.

Murderous aura poured in overwhelmingly, like a torrent that wanted to destroy everything in the world, but her eyes were exceptionally clear, without the slightest hint of fear or retreat.

At the moment when the black shadow approached, she flicked her wrist, aimed the dagger at the black shadow and slashed out without hesitation, regardless of whether she saw a phantom or a real person.

"Hey!" The dagger slashed empty, and the wrist was grabbed, and there was a "click" sound of dislocated bones.

Her lips turned white from the pain, but the thoughts in her mind became clearer and more vivid, and her hatred became more intense.

Murong Li, if you don't torture your old mother to death in this life, your surname will not be Shen!

Feeling a palm wind, she fell onto the bed and rolled again, regardless of whether the dislocated wrist would hurt or leave permanent trauma.

"Murong Li, if I die, you will definitely die within half an hour!"

She rolled and roared, the roar successfully made Murong Li's big palm stop in mid-air.

Taking advantage of this pause, she jumped up from the bed and slammed into Murong Li's arms with all her strength.

The intact hand struck Murong Li's arm like lightning and thunder, stabbing his numb acupuncture point.

"Oh!"

Murong Li, who hadn't expected her to do such a trick at all, was knocked to the ground by her successfully, and let out a muffled snort.

She was lying in Murong Li's arms, she didn't have time to feel that she really stumbled today, she quickly got up and sat down, and clasped the life gate around Murong Li's neck with her left hand.

"If you want to die, move and try!"

Before Murong Li could make a move, she scolded him sharply.

The last injection she gave was her treasured poison, which could instantly paralyze the whole body like an ant.

This medicine has never been missed before, but Murong Li's inner strength is profound, she thinks it's better to be more cautious.

Murong Li is a martial arts practitioner, so he naturally knows that what she holds in her left hand is his own life gate, but he never accepts threats from anyone, and he wants to fight back when there is a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

However, just as he was about to move, he found himself unable to move as before.

(End of this chapter)