The emperor's first-class concubine

Chapter 196

There was a tearing pain in his chest, and a gloomy look flashed in Mo Li's dark eyes, he wrapped his arms around Mu Qianxue's shoulders, and pressed her closer to his chest.

Don't let him go, he won't let go!

Kill him and don't let him go!

Mu Qianxue sneered in her heart, did she still want to smother her to death?
It's... childish!
Holding the man's muscular waist tightly with both hands, she bit the flesh on Mo Li's heart and refused to let go. After a while, the taste of blood came from her mouth.

"If it hurts, let's hurt together!" Without mercy, he tore off Mu Qianxue's collar, and bit down on her jade-like shoulder.

The flesh was bitten, but the amount of bleeding was not too much. He had already had an attack this time, and if the blood volume was not enough, it could not be relieved.

Mu Qianxue was in pain, the more it hurt, the angrier she became, and she couldn't help but think of that time when she was young.

That time, she was only seven years old, and her godfather got a white tiger from somewhere.At that time, the white tiger was already a half-grown cub, showing its ferocious nature.The godfather asked Mu Qianxue to tame the white tiger. At that time, she was young, and she really obeyed the saying that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. She got into the tiger cage with a specially prepared basket of pork.

Unexpectedly, the white tiger didn't like pork, but preferred to eat human flesh, so it swallowed Mu Qianxue's hand in one gulp, and the two tiger teeth pierced into the small arm.

Although Mu Qianxue burst into tears from the pain, she not only didn't back down, but instead took the lead in counterattacking. Her small fists, punch after punch, fell on the white tiger like raindrops.

The white tiger was in pain and wanted to escape, but his tongue was tightly held by Mu Qianxue's little hand inside his mouth, and even though it shook his head, he couldn't break free.

Later, that white tiger became a big white...

She didn't know, this time, would she be able to win the final victory?

Of course, what she wants to know more is, what does victory... mean?
Mo Li's body was getting colder and colder, and Mu Qianxue was also getting more and more unbearably frozen. The hand around his waist unexpectedly felt a handful of cold frost.

She was startled suddenly, and suddenly pushed Mo Li's waist.

Because she was worried that Mo Li would hold her tightly, she spent a lot of effort this time.

"Plop!" There was a flash in front of her eyes. Before she could react, she felt that she was surrounded by warmth again.

And Mo Li's handsome body fell down without warning.

In a coma, he seemed to still have an autonomous sense of protection, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, curled up into a ball, trembling.

Under the moonlight, Mo Li's skin had turned from blue to white, and a thin layer of frost was already covering the exposed skin, as if he had dared to take it out of the freezer, which looked extremely strange.

Looking at the suddenly fragile man on the ground, Mu Qianxue's eyes were complicated and her mood was even more complicated.

In this way, she won!
But why couldn't she be happy at all?

Even, she found that she didn't want such a victory at all.

Picking up the shards of glazed glass on the ground, Mu Qianxue scratched it on her wrist without hesitation, then resignedly picked up Mo Li's head, let him rest on her arm, and dripped her own blood into his mouth .

"I really don't know if I owed you in my previous life..." The words were obviously complaining, but they were soft and weak, without any momentum.

(End of this chapter)