Mo Ziyi gripped Mi Xiaoxiao's hair tightly, and the sharp pain reached the bottom of his heart. The autumn water-like eyes gradually condensed water mist, and the tears were hazy, as if they could fall out in the next moment, plus the all-exquisite face, Suddenly a feeling of pity rose in people's hearts.

But Mo Zi Yi was indifferent. The beautiful woman was not worth mentioning in front of his own life.

Dragging Mi Xiaoxiao's hair mercilessly, Mi Xiaoxiao originally had feelings because of the fugitive gas, her body became a little soft and weak, and the whole person was a little hot, as if something was being roasted by fire. Holding his heart tightly, it was extremely uncomfortable.

So that Mi Xiaoxiao didn't have any ability to resist at all, he was pulled in front of him by Mo Ziyi, looking at the beautiful face that she had aspired to win, Mo Ziyi red eyes, almost gritted his teeth and said: "You want me Death, how about you give me a funeral?"

The almost ruthless tone was bitten out by Mo Ziyi word by word, close to Mi Xiaoxiao's ear, with a desperate bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth.

All the bright futures that he was still dreaming and planning the moment before, the lofty status, the surrounding companions, the respect of subordinates, the envy of friends, the awe of enemies, everything, every thing, is what he dreams of achieving. , But now, it was ruined abruptly in the hands of this little female.

How could he not regret this? How not to hate it?

He could not wait to take the bone knife and slap the woman in front of him to Ling Chi!

But he also forgot that he was looking for his own fate now!

If he didn't kidnap Mi Xiaoxiao and try to do anything wrong with her, how could Mi Xiaoxiao poison him for no reason, or even put him to death?

"Hiss..." Mi Xiaoxiao took a breath, but the feeling on her scalp was so clear that it couldn't be clearer, which indirectly restored her bewildered mind a little.

Approaching Mo Ziyi, there will be a cold breath on his body that is fatal to Mi Xiaoxiao at this moment, but Mi Xiaoxiao is extremely disgusted with Mo Ziyi, clenched his fist tightly, and drips of bright red blood. Of falling to the ground.

In an instant, a blood-red manzhushahua bloomed.

The icy breath was right in front of her eyes, and her body's reaction clamored for her to immediately fall down on the man in front of her, so that she could get more of this comfortable breath, but the remaining reason told her.

If she did, she would definitely regret it for a lifetime!

The palm of her hand was bleeding, and the feeling of ice and fire was tormenting her all the time. The feeling in her lower abdomen made her want to stop, and the sweat on her forehead added layer after layer.

"Let me be buried with me, you may not be able to wait for that moment!" Mi Xiaoxiao tried her best to break free of Mo Ziyi's shackles, and her hair was torn off a lot because of this, which indirectly made her sober a lot, but the body was uploaded. The feeling, but reminded her all the time, that the medicinal properties were still onset.

Even getting worse, if in the next three hours, I still can't find a man... as an antidote, maybe I will die.

But at least for now, she still doesn't want to die!

Mi Xiaoxiao reached out and took out the only bottle of poison in his pocket. No matter what it was, he smashed it directly at Mo Ziyi's head. The bottle shattered, and the black powder overflowed and gradually began to spread. Mi Xiaoxiao took advantage of it. When Mo Zi Yi let go, he took a big step backward with all his strength, fell to the ground and couldn't stop rolling downhill.