Ye Luoli's Shadow Princess

Mo Yu frowned, her breathing gradually became obstructed, her face flushed, and her eyes became a little dazed. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she tightly grasped the handle of the knife, using her last bit of strength to fiercely thrust it into the French King's shoulder.

"Puch-"

The sharp dagger pierced through the French king's entire chest.

The King of France's pupils shrank and he looked at Mo Yu in disbelief, then slowly lowered his head to look at the tip of the knife stained with red blood.

The hands that were pinching Mo Yu's neck suddenly loosened, revealing purple marks.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and both of their collars were covered in blood.

Mo Yu covered his neck with his hands, his face flushed red, and he coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out the entire throat.

She stared at the King of France with her scarlet eyes.

For a moment, she really thought that the King of France would strangle her to death with his own hands.

She had never seen such a creepy look before.

"You crazy person..."

Mo Yu did not recover and took off the black robe. The white dress underneath the black robe was completely dyed red by the blood of the Dharma King, like a blooming rose or a Rakshasa crawling in hell.

The King of France took two steps back and fell onto the throne. The mask had fallen off at some point, and his face, which was so handsome that it infuriated both humans and gods, still looked beautiful even though it looked disheveled.

Mo Yu's hair was disheveled. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips, and accidentally touched the wound on her lip that she had bitten. She hissed softly.

The King of France's eyes were dazed and his chest was heaving.

Mo Yu looked at him carefully from a condescending attitude.

Even the devil who is high above will one day fall from the altar.

This scene was really gratifying and made her very happy.

Just as she once said to the King of France.

"If you are unhappy, please tell me, so that I know that you have come to this day."

Mo Yu chuckled, took small steps towards the King of Dharma, bent down, reached out his hand, grabbed the handle of the knife, and pulled it out with force.

The French king's pupils shrank instantly, and veins bulged on his neck, forehead, and the back of his hand that was covering the wound.

Obviously the pain was extreme.

Mo Yu looked at the bright red blood on the blade, frowned in disgust, threw it to the ground and kicked it aside.

She raised her hand and pinched the Dharma King's cheeks, and used her other hand to transfer magical power into his body, so that at least he would not faint from the pain.

This scene is so familiar, except that the King of Dharma and Mo Yu have come over, and now Mo Yu is in the dominant position.

"Ah……"

Mo Yu chuckled softly, and waited until the Dharma King's pupils were able to focus before continuing.

"Have you ever thought that you would be here today?"

She finally succeeded by taking advantage of the French king's arrogance.

The King of France thought that this dagger could not hurt him at all, but in fact, it was precisely this weapon with seemingly little lethality that broke all of the King of France's defenses.

The Fawang's voice was weak, his brows furrowed, "What... did you do?"

Mo Yu used her magic power to pick up the dagger that she had thrown on the ground, and tapped the King of Dharma's pale face with the blade.

Such a humiliating action has a special flavor between these two people.

"Do you think I'm that stupid? King Shi, you still underestimate me."

Mo Yu sneered, "How is it? It must be unpleasant to have a wound that cannot heal."

This is the medicine she developed specifically for the King of France.

Fairies have extremely strong physical fitness and the ability to heal their wounds automatically. Unless it is energy damage, physical damage has no effect on fairies at all.

But Mo Yu happened to develop a medicine that makes wounds unable to heal.