Chapter 632

Aware of Mu Shiyou's collapse, Lu Zijia's mouth rose slightly and didn't shut up, "what can I do if I don't say? If you don't know, how can you cooperate with me? "

Mu Yunhao et al, "!"

If you want others to make adult sticks, you have to cooperate with them. The second young lady's requirements should not be too high!

However, it is also in line with the style of their second young lady

"Enough, enough! I don't gamble, I don't gamble! "

Mu Shiyou's body trembled badly, but he had to suppress it.

Because the long sword against her neck didn't leave. If she moved a little bigger, it would undoubtedly be suicide.

"No gambling? But what if I want to bet? "

Lu Zijia frowned unhappily, and the long sword against Mu Shiyou's neck moved forward in an instant.

With the rapid loss of blood, Mu Shiyou's face gradually turned pale.

"What do you want!"

Mu Shiyou still maintained a cold and arrogant look on the surface, but his tone was unconsciously compromised.

At the same time, her tightly held hands also betrayed her fear at the moment.

From small to large, she was used to the wind and water, and had never been treated like this.

Not to mention bleeding, she hasn't been hurt lightly, but if she is a little careless today, she may die under her own long sword.

This kind of feeling on the edge of life and death makes Mu Shiyou unconsciously fear.

Compared with ordinary people, martial artists are more afraid of death, because the more powerful people are, the more afraid of death.

Lu Zijia raised his mouth with satisfaction. "It's very simple. Beat your mouth and say you're a waste until I'm satisfied. Otherwise, I'll let you know how crazy I am."

With that, Lu Zijia's long sword waved in an instant, and Mu Shiyou's arm was covered with a deep blood stain.

"Ah -" Mu Shiyou screamed with pain on his right arm, and his face turned pale.

At the moment, she can no longer maintain the surface coldness and arrogance, and her lofty attitude.

"I don't have much patience. I'll give you ten seconds."

Lu Zijia ignored her scream and turned the long sword in his hand. The dazzling long sword pointed to her thigh. The threat was self-evident.

"Don't go too far!"

Mu Shiyou looked as ferocious as a fierce ghost, and his eyes were full of bitter resentment.

"Five, four..." Lu Zijia ignored her anger and still counted down to her.

"Mu Yunhao! If I die, not only this madman will be buried with me, but you will all die! "

Lu Zijia can't be threatened. Mu Shiyou can only break through mu Yunhao in a hurry.

However, although mu Yunhao was worried, he didn't mean to stop.

He believed that the second young lady was not the kind of reckless person. Since she dared to do so, she must have thought about it.

Thinking so, mu Yunhao looked away and stopped looking at Mu Shiyou's ferocious face.

Mu Yunhao's attitude made Mu Shiyou almost spit out another mouthful of old blood.

"One..."

Lu Zijia's eyes were bright and cold. He deliberately lengthened the countdown, giving people a gloomy and shivering feeling.

"Wait!"

Just as the long sword was about to pierce her thigh, Mu Shiyou finally compromised.

Because she dare not gamble, dare not gamble with her own life.