Ye Luoli's Shadow Princess

Mo Yu curled the corners of her lips and felt a chill all over her body. Was the price of the system giving her a new life to let her point the sword with her own hands at the person who once treated her like a family member?

If that's the case, well, she'll make it happen and make it happen for the world.

In a sense, what is the difference between her and the King of France?

Selfish, heartless, cold-hearted, egoist.

Didn't he hand her over without hesitation in order to suppress the violent power in himself?

Thinking back to that year, she naively believed that the King of France treated her like a family member.

The torture and pain will not fade away with the passage of time, but will only become more painful.

Mo Yu shrank his finger slightly, hooked it downward, and said in a cold voice, "Go."

The huge purple energy ball received the order and flew towards the King of Dharma. Wherever it passed, it razed to the ground. It flew with unstoppable force and it was clear that it wanted to take the King of Dharma's life.

Just then, a figure flashed by not far away.

"Yeloli magic, shock!"

Mo Yu frowned, but before she could stop herself, a bright light flashed in the next second, and she raised her hands to cover her eyes, followed by a huge explosion.

When the bright light faded away, when Mo Yu opened his eyes again, he saw Zhen who was seriously injured.

His body was covered with burns and scratches, the scars were bloody and deep enough to almost reveal the bones.

Zhen coughed up a large mouthful of blood, staggered to one knee, and supported his broken left shoulder with his other hand.

Mo Yu was surprised for a moment and then felt it was not surprising.

Among the ten Dharmas, the one who is most loyal to the Dharma King is Zhen.

Zhen was filled with grief and heartbreak. "Ayu, how could you do this? If I hadn't stopped you in time, would you really have killed the King?!"

Mo Yu suppressed the emotions in his eyes and said calmly, "Why do you have to ask me this ridiculous question with an answer?"

Zhen was surprised, with mixed feelings in his heart, including disbelief, sadness, pain, and anger after being deceived.

"In your heart, are we not as good as your so-called friends? For them, you even want to kill the King of France?!"

Zhen had been so angry that he had lost his mind and did not think too much about the King's wounds that could not heal automatically.

"Mo Yu, you have no heart at all! You betrayed us time and time again, and we forgave you time and time again, but what about you?!"

Mo Yu didn't say anything, and took it as his consent.

His eyes widened with anger. "Your heart is harder and colder than stone. After so many years, we have never warmed it up."

After hearing this, Mo Yu stood in silence for a long time, until his calves became numb.

Now that things have come to this, we might as well go all out and cut off all ties completely to avoid any trouble later.

"Of course you can't warm me up. After all, I'm not sincere."

Facing the stunned gaze, Mo Yu remained expressionless. She raised her hand, and the mask that had originally fallen at the feet of the King of France returned to her hand.

She lowered her eyes to look at the Guanyin face on the mask, and in a trance, she seemed to see it shed two lines of blood and tears.

Mo Yu's eyes were hurt by this illusory scene. He threw the mask to the ground, raised his foot and crushed it hard, just like what happened between them, they could never get back together.

She still wore away their last bottom line towards her.

"So much for the lies and us."

Mo Yu said this and turned around and left.

Every step was so difficult, as if a thousand-pound rock was pressing down on her body, but no one knew all the hardship and bitterness except herself.