Chapter 8

Mo Fenghua chuckled, and added: "Maybe you don't know it yet, but I like to joke about my life the most."

The killer's heart skipped a beat. In the darkness, he was wearing black clothes, and his movements were so slight that he couldn't even see his own eyes. How did this woman...see?Why, from her body, he felt... could feel the aura of his peers?
The killer gave up completely in his heart, and thought to himself: It's over, it's over, this time...

Mo Fenghua exerted a slight force on his hand, "Who sent you here?"

"There are rules in this business. Even if you die, you can't reveal the identity of your employer..."

Mo Fenghua's lips raised a strange angle in the darkness: "Really, so professional? If so... I won't force you, then you, go to die."

Before the words fell, Mo Fenghua's hand suddenly exerted force, and the sharp hairpin pierced the killer's Jianjing acupoint.

Because it pierced through the clothes, it didn't penetrate very deep, and it only went in a little, but—if she continued to use force, it would definitely be a word—death.

The moment Mo Fenghua's hairpin pierced the skin, the killer yelled: "Ah...don't stab, I said...I said..."

Mo Fenghua stopped and remained silent, waiting for his next words.

The killer gasped for breath, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he said in a trembling voice, "I said, I said...the employer is...he looks very ordinary, not like a rich man, but... ...He is the nephew of Madam Li next to Mrs. Anlehou, so..."

He didn't say what happened next, but Mo Fenghua already knew it very well.

Therefore, the one who bribed the killer to kill her should be - Mrs. An Lehou, Wan Shi Wan Guizhen.

A bloodthirsty light flashed in Mo Fenghua's eyes, Anlehou Mansion... Heh, don't worry, let's play slowly.

Today's Mo Fenghua has plenty of time to torture them.

She tore off the black cloth from the killer's face, and ordered in a cold voice, "Open your mouth."

The killer froze for a moment: "Huh?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I felt something was thrown into my mouth. Before my tongue had time to taste the taste, my jaw was lifted up suddenly, and then I swallowed it with a gurgle.

Mo Fenghua pulled the hairpin out of his shoulders, turned around and sat on the bed, as if he was not at all afraid that he would turn around and kill him.

The killer clutched his neck, unsteady: "What did you give me?"

"It's nothing but slow poison." Mo Fenghua played with the blood-stained hairpin. This was the hairpin she had lowered the neck of King Beichen before. She didn't have a weapon at hand, so she could only use local materials.

The killer was so frightened that his eyes widened for a moment, that young face looked particularly pale in the night, he looked very handsome, young and immature, beautiful, exuding a weak temperament, when he was not murderous, he looked like a The handsome young scholar...

Mo Fenghua said slowly: "Do you know the symptoms of this poisonous attack?"

She didn't wait for the killer to speak, and continued: "When this kind of poison doesn't take effect, you don't feel anything at all. It's no different from a normal person, but... when the poison takes place, it will hurt so much that you feel like you are burning inside." ... all the blood in my body will turn into flames ... I can't die even if I want to die."

Mo Fenghua's voice is very nice, but, coupled with the face she drew at the moment that looks like a mask, she is simply a living female ghost.

(End of this chapter)

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