Ye Luoli's Shadow Princess

Smiling but dagger hidden behind one's smile is not enough to describe the King of France.

"Don't you know that a lie is still a lie even if told a thousand times?"

Mo Yu's red eyes as bright as the sun and the Dharma King's eyes as clear as the sky met.

They are like water and fire, irreconcilable, yet mutually reinforcing and restraining.

This world is full of illusions, but pain never lies.

She wanted to see through his eyes, into his heart.

The King of France stared at Mo Yu, and his big hands moved from her face to her slender and fragile swan neck. Mo Yu subconsciously raised her head to make her breathing a little smoother.

The graceful lines of her neck added a touch of fragile beauty. Her slender, snow-white arm went around the French king's neck, and a sharp, red knife appeared in her hand.

The tip of the sword glows with a cold light, and blood will be drawn if it strikes.

What is there to fear if you don't desire?

Her confidence never comes from others, let alone the King of France, but from herself.

She can transform herself into her own sharpest blade.

There was silence for a moment, the only sound between the two being the sound of each other's trembling breaths.

Mo Yu narrowed her eyes slightly, and the corners of her eyes twitched.

This madman...

If she was not mistaken, there seemed to be a hint of excitement in the King of Dharma's eyes just now. Even though it was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly, Mo Yu could still easily capture it.

The strength in Fa's hand suddenly increased, Mo Yu frowned, and the sharp knife in his hand pierced through Fa's shoulder and penetrated into the flesh, and blood seeped out of his clothes.

The strong smell of blood spread between the two people.

People like Mo Yu will make others pay back a thousand times the pain they have inflicted on her.

The King of France suddenly laughed softly, as if he felt no pain. Large patches of blood smeared across his chest, and his slightly cool breath sprinkled on Mo Yu's skin, making her hair stand on end.

He approached Mo Yu, looked at the other's pupils that were getting bigger and bigger, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

Mo Yu's mind went blank for a moment, and then a bone-chilling voice followed.

“When you see someone clearly in your eyes, the person I want to slap the most is myself.”

Go ahead to dangers.

He knew that all this was a sweet illusion set up by the other party for him, but he still couldn't help but jump.

Only when you are deeply hurt will you understand that vows are just chips that people randomly add when expressing their love.

The King of France naively thought it was her unique taste.

It turns out that he has never been an exception.

Did he really know nothing? Could Mo Yu's tricks fool others, but could they fool him?

He is so stupid.

Attitude is the answer, why do you have to ask clearly?

Mo Yu was confused for a moment because of this sentence, and after she came to her senses, she pushed him away.

"King of the World, what are you so self-indulgent about? What you really want to contact is just the me of the past, the me who let you control me without any resistance. How long are you going to deceive yourself? Is it fun?!"

Mo Yu shouted these words almost hysterically.

She's really had enough.

Mo Yu knew that she could not defeat the King of Dharma, but as long as she was willing, she could also take the King of Dharma with her on the road to the underworld.

Two people who both want to win are only suitable to sit opposite each other and play cards.

The King of Dharma covered his eyes and laughed sadly and arrogantly, "My Ayu, you really can't continue playing this game full of illusions."

Mo Yu's expression froze, "What do you mean?"

Could it be... that he had discovered it from the very beginning?