Ye Luoli's Shadow Princess

This potion is targeted and tailor-made for the King of Magic. Ordinary potions cannot harm the King of Magic at all.

So Mo Yu first prepared a bottle of ordinary medicine, and then added a new medicine to the original medicine.

That medicine was none other than her blood.

Mo Yu's blood is very peculiar, or one could say unique, because her blood can be a life-saving medicine that can bring the dead back to the dead and turn bones into flesh, but it can also be a poison that can make people drunk and have blood flow from all seven orifices.

Whether it is good or bad, doing good or evil, it all depends on her thoughts.

Mo Yu rubbed his sore neck, and the coldness in his eyes became even stronger. However, when he thought about the fact that he stabbed the other person, he felt that he was not at a big disadvantage, and the imbalance in his heart dissipated a little.

But only a few.

She is a vengeful person. If the King of France makes life difficult for her, she will not make it easy for him either.

So, Mo Yu cut off the magic power that was being transmitted to the Dharma King.

Originally, the King of Dharma had Mo Yu's magical power to support him so that he would not faint. But now that Mo Yu stopped supplying him with magical power, the wound became even worse, almost deep enough to see the bone.

The dagger pierced through the French king's entire chest, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he was stabbed by thousands of silver needles at the same time. It was not fatal, but it was excruciatingly painful. Beads of sweat the size of beans broke out on his body, and there was no trace of blood on his lips.

The King of France suddenly laughed at himself, but when he realized that his laugh was uglier than his cry, he simply stopped laughing.

Mo Yu was the sharp knife he sharpened with his own hands. He once thought that Mo Yu would become his best killing weapon. Finally, one day, this weapon was turned against himself.

In fact, neither of them is better than the other, and both are aiming to take each other's life. In the contest between the two lunatics, Mo Yu is finally the winner.

"Ayu, you do so much for those people, can they see it?"

The King of France looked at Mo Yu with a look of pity, and his words were calm yet with a hint of mad sharpness.

"Will they still treat you the same after knowing your true identity? Too stupid, too naive, hahahaha..."

The Ten Dharma Aspects are a nightmare in the hearts of everyone in the fairyland.

They are evil, domineering, and almost all the bad things.

They are born to bring trouble to the world.

The fairies in the fairyland all hate the Ten Dharma Aspects, but they are also afraid of the Ten Dharma Aspects' power that has endless destructive power.

The Ten Dharma Aspects are a contradiction.

Mo Yu pursed her lips, her face calm and composed, but the hand holding the hilt of the knife unconsciously tightened a little, her fingertips turned white from being pinched.

Obviously, the King's words still irritated her.

The King of France coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and a few drops accidentally landed on Mo Yu's face. She tilted her head slightly, and the bright red blood collided with her fair face.

Like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, a little winter plum blossom stands proudly in the snow.

Mo Yu raised his hand expressionlessly and wiped the blood off his face, but the bloodstains could not be wiped off no matter how hard he tried, as if they were a brand.

Nausea.

The Dharma King pulled the corner of his lips and said, "Ayu, don't be silly. This identity will only haunt you like a cancer in your family, for life after life, and for life after death."

Faced with the King's incisive remarks, Mo Yu fell into rare silence.

The King of France frowned slightly, but the next second, Mo Yu smiled with curved eyes, as bright as a spring flower, and her already beautiful facial features became even more charming.