Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 610 The Pit is 117 Meters Deep and Desperate (1)
"Snapped!"

The sound of heavy applause resounded in the silent space, startling the eyes of countless people.But it was Yujia who reached out to hit someone, and the one who got slapped... was also her.

In the silence, Mo Jiu behaved coquettishly, with a smile on his face, he held Yu Jia's hand tightly, looked at her uneven red and white face with a half-smile, and said, "Poor thing, which vicious guy hit her? Do you strike so hard?"

The one who strangled Yujia was Mo Jiu.

The person who beat her was obviously not her.

Mo Jiu didn't have long nails, but on Yujia's white and tender face, there was a long bloodstain drawn by the sharp nails, extending from the cheek to the corner of the mouth, not too deep, not even blood beads, but Under the dim light, the bloodstain still had a strange ferocity brought out by Yu Jia's furious expression.

"Which one of you hit me?"

Yujia withdrew her hand angrily, glaring at the two people in front of her.

One is Mo Jiu and the other is Song Yan.There were only the three of them standing together, and everyone else was far away. The instigator must be one of the two of them.But whether it is Mo Jiu or Song Yan, for Yu Jia, there are new and old grudges, and they all have the same hatred.

"Did someone hit you?" Song Yan knew why, she looked at her own hand, and at Mo Jiu's hand that held Yujia's wrist earlier, "Oh, it must have been hit by the little widow."

Mo Jiu snorted and glared at her, "It was clearly you who hit her. Do you admit to hitting someone?"

Song Yan was very innocent, "Did I hit someone? Did I hit someone? It must be a misunderstanding. How could I hit someone?"

Mo Jiu rolled his eyes, and just like Song Yan, he ignored the furious Yu Jia, "My hand is holding her hand, how can I have time to hit her? Besides, I haven't practiced martial arts before, how can a heavy blow be so heavy?" ,so fast?"

Song Yan seemed to be thinking hard, her brows and nose were wrinkled, and after a while, she suddenly realized, "That's right! If you don't catch her hand, I can't hit her by chance, I'm clearly hitting a mosquito. "

"Shut up! Shut up, both of you!" Hearing the two of them singing together, not caring about her bruised face, but arguing about unimportant things like two fools, Yujia was going crazy.

"You guys clearly did it on purpose. You slapped the princess, but you dare to slap the princess..." Yu Jiasu's chest heaved non-stop, and she was so angry that she gasped for words.

Thinking that both Mo Jiu and Song Yan coveted Xiao Liulang, coveted the man her father wanted to marry her, coveted the man she had liked for many years.Moreover, if these two women hadn't tried everything possible to obstruct her marriage, she and Xiao Liulang would have become immortal couples at this moment, so how could there be anything about the two of them?What right do they have to beat her?
The more Yujia thought about it, the angrier she became, the annoyance in her eyes was like a fierce fire, half of her injured face was tilted, her chin was raised slightly, every word seemed to be spewing sparks.

"Slapping the princess, what should I do?"

"Drunk? I'm not drunk!" Mo Jiu flicked his sleeves, "I didn't slap either."

"I, I'm not drunk, I'm just beating mosquitoes." Song Yan said, her eyes widened, as if she saw something, she "slapped" and patted Mo Jiu's shoulder again, "Look! That's it. What a big mosquito. Little bastard, did it fall into the hands of my aunt? Did my aunt finally hit you? Hmph, I've been displeased with you for a long time. It's so comfortable to see you still pulling and pretending? It hurts Bar?"

Mo Jiu: "..."

Is this scolding mosquitoes, or scolding people?

Song Yan's insinuating words almost broke Yujia, and made all the imperial guards present bow their heads, wishing they hadn't heard, and the others were helpless by the sudden "Three Women Fighting for Hegemony".When a woman fights a war, no matter who is right or who is wrong, not to mention that men are not easy to control, even if they want to control, they can't control these three women.

(End of this chapter)