Ye Luoli's Shadow Princess

"You thought your words could hit me, but they didn't."

Mo Yu smiled and continued, "Do you know why your words can't hurt me? Because I never agree with what you say."

Mo Yu squatted down, tilted his head and smiled, "Maybe what you said is not wrong. I am indeed not a good person, but you are wrong about one thing."

"I never care about what others think, and I never regret everything I have done. I am just like you, selfish and ruthless, but people's hearts beat. You have never experienced that feeling, so naturally you don't understand the meaning of all I do."

Even if she will lose everything she once had in the future, even if everything before her is just a dream, so what?

She will never regret it, because at least she has had it, at least she has truly felt it.

Actually, that's enough.

People will only be content when they have something they have never had.

In her world, no one can be the protagonist except her.

Compared with Mo Yu's indifference, the King of France felt that everything before him was extremely ironic.

Those precious and beautiful memories are fleeting like a mirage, but the beauty is illusory.

It turns out that some memories are only meant to be collected.

He looked at Mo Yu with a cold face and suddenly felt a little dazed. He felt strange in his heart. This feeling was like a big net entangled in his heart.

When I first saw you, it was sunny and bright. When I saw you again, it was bitter and incomprehensible.

There seemed to be an invisible and intangible chasm between the two of them.

It's right in front of me, yet out of reach.

As if by some mysterious force, the King of Dharma lowered his eyes and whispered, "What about us? Can you be so generous to us?"

He still held on to a glimmer of hope and wanted to make amends.

"Don't mention you to me!"

Mo Yu suddenly became furious. He stood up abruptly and slammed the dagger in his hand heavily to the ground, making a sudden and harsh sound.

Her chest rose and fell violently, her fingertips turned white from being pinched, and even her voice trembled, "You don't deserve to be compared with them. They are different from you because at least they didn't deceive me."

She will never forgive what the King of France did back then, and she is not an object to be exchanged for benefits.

She is a flesh-and-blood person.

The King narrowed his eyes, licked his pale lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it different? Haven't you had enough of deceiving yourself?"

They clearly did the same thing, why did Mo Yu only hate him? Why?

Is it fair for Mo Yu to do this?

If you want to hate, you should hate them all thoroughly.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu took a few steps back. Her steps were a little unsteady and her white dress made her figure look even weaker.

The two men were in equally miserable states, but Mo Yuke was not seriously injured.

An idea broke through the soil and emerged in my mind.

Mo Yu's eyes were filled with coldness and murderous intent.

A powerful force gradually gathered in her hands. At first, she had not thought of killing the King of France, but now, she had the intention to kill him.

This is all the King's own fault. Her patience has run out.

"Ye Luo's magic, half moon!"

This move was the most powerful killing move that the King of France taught her personally.

Now, she wanted to kill him herself using the magic he taught her.

A huge purple ball of light slowly rose from behind Mo Yu, illuminating that gorgeous yet murderous and cold face.

The King of Dharma is the most powerful being in this world. If she kills him, her mission will be over...