Su Muyao raised her long sword and thrust it straight at Su Ruotang. Her soft voice was filled with a smile full of determination, "I am the one who will take your life."
Su Ruotang tapped her toes and quickly avoided it.
Mo Xiaoya flew forward and slapped Mo Ronyan, who was defenseless.
Mo Ronyan reluctantly turned sideways to avoid it.
The moment his body hit the stone wall, a muffled groan escaped his thin lips, and a trace of blood slipped from the corner of his lips.
Mo Ronyan barely stood firm against the stone wall, his eyelashes drooped, his Adam's apple rolled up, and he swallowed down the fishy sweetness that came up again.
Mo Xiaoya's eyes flashed with joy, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Mo Ronyan's thin wrist.
Black mist formed in front of Mo Ronyan's eyes. He was caught off guard and was pinched by him, unable to break free for a while.
He laughed softly, his voice was low but dignified and elegant, "Mo Xiaoya, are you really sure that I will die here?"
Mo Xiaoya looked at his still calm and indifferent expression, and his expression turned cold, and his eyes were full of jealousy, "Mo Rongyan, you have always looked indifferent since you were a child."
"If you don't care, why do you want to compete with me for that position?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he used force on his hands to pull Mo Ronyan towards him, slapped his chest with his palm, and threw him to the side of the cliff.
Growing up, no matter how good he was, his father could not see it.
And when Mo Ronyan composed a poem, his father would praise him for a long time.
At the same time, the son of the father, how could the father be so partial!
But no matter how good Mo Ronyan is, he will die in his hands today!
"puff……"
Mo Ronyan hit the cliff hard and fell to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
"Mo Ronyan!" Su Ruotang's eyes suddenly widened, ignoring Su Muyao's long sword stabbing her shoulder, and dodged towards Mo Ronyan.
"Well..." Su Muyao stabbed Su Ruotang's back with her long sword.
Mo Ronyan's blurred vision fell on her, with anxiety in his eyes.
He tried to push himself up several times, but he only spit out more blood.
Su Ruotang turned back and used the short dagger in his hand to pick away Su Muyao's sword.
She stopped in front of Mo Rongyan, her delicate and beautiful little face was filled with coldness and sternness, "Mo Xiaoya, he is your brother!"
Mo Xiaoya sneered: "Brother? Since you are my brother, why do you want to compete with me for that position?"
"Kong Rong knew how to give in to pears at the age of three, but he only wanted to fight with me!"
"Ahem..." Mo Rongyan frowned and looked deeply at the slender figure in front of him. Jealousy and worry made him barely keep his mind from being swallowed by the darkness.
Su Ruotang casually wiped the blood on the corners of her lips with her slender fingers, her sweet voice soft and hoarse, full of sarcasm.
"Kong Rong knew how to give pears to his elder brother when he was three years old. His Highness Five is now an adult, and he still only competes with his elder brother for things."
"Face is a good thing, but it's a pity that the Fifth Highness doesn't have it."
Mo Xiaoya's face suddenly darkened and he narrowed his eyes, "You are so sharp-tongued even when you are about to die."
Su Ruotang smiled lowly: "I have a bad mouth, but my teeth are quite sharp."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took out a bottle of venom and threw it at the two of them.
"Your Highness, hold your breath!" Su Muyao covered her face with her sleeves and shouted sternly.
Su Ruotang took this opportunity to help Mo Rongyan up.
"Seeking death!" Mo Xiaoya shouted coldly and stabbed Mo Ronyan in the heart with his sword.
Su Ruotang's pupils shrank suddenly, he pushed Mo Rongyan away without hesitation, and hit the tip of the sword himself.
"Tang'er!" Mo Ronyan fell to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he screamed.
"Tang'er?" Mo Xiaoya's expression changed. His body was faster than his brain, and he raised his sword to block Su Muyao's long sword that pierced Su Ruotang's back clothes.
"Clang-"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of the long sword hitting the ground, Su Muyao's incredible voice said, "Your Highness! What are you doing?"
Mo Xiaoya ignored her and fixed his gaze on Su Ruotang's face, "Are you Su Ruotang?"
Su Ruotang's delicate little face was expressionless.
She squatted next to Mo Ronyan, waved her sleeves, and inserted three deep-sea silver needles into the large acupuncture point of Mo Ronyan's heart.
Regardless of his own internal injuries, he strengthened his internal strength and protected Mo Rongyan's heart.
Looking at her skillful needle placement technique, Mo Xiaoya's eyes flashed.
The expressions in his eyes ranged from shock, to understanding, and finally to regret.
He stared at Su Ruotang closely: "If you kill Mo Rongyan, I can make you my princess."
Su Ruotang didn't show any expression, and Su Muyao's expression became extremely ugly.
The hatred in his eyes burst out instantly and could hardly be concealed.
She pinched her fingers hard into her palms and lowered her eyes.
She almost used all her strength to hide the cold hatred in her eyes.
She was so kind to Mo Xiaoya, but he easily promised the position of the princess to that bitch Su Ruotang.
Since Mo Xiaoya doesn't have her in his heart, don't blame her for being cruel.
A strange smile appeared on Su Muyao's lips, and the coldness in her eyes completely disappeared.
It wasn't until the pulse under her fingertips became less chaotic that Su Ruotang breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned her head and was about to quarrel with Mo Xiaoya, but her expression changed slightly.
Mo Rongyan suddenly reached out and touched her smooth cheek, his voice was hoarse and weak, "First on the right, fifth on the left, third on the top..."
Mo Xiaoya frowned.
The next moment, he seemed to realize something.
He turned around suddenly and looked behind him.
In one glance, his expression suddenly changed, and he stepped forward to grab Su Ruotang.
"Mo Xiaoya! How dare you hurt your third brother!" Mo Jinming's cold shout rang out.
What followed was the sound of arrows cutting through the air.
Mo Xiaoya turned sideways slightly, grabbing Su Ruotang's neck and ducking aside as his right arm was shot.
Looking at the four Mo Jinming who had already jumped over the chess game, they said sternly: "Mo Jinming, if you take one more step forward, I will kill Su Ruotang!"
After hearing his words, Mo Jinming and the other four stopped in their tracks.
Almost at the same time, Su Muyao walked up to Mo Ronyan, grabbed his neck, and fed him a pill.
The arrow in Fu Beixian's hand was pointed at Mo Xiaoya, and a murderous and iron-blooded aura spread around him, "Mo Xiaoya, let go of my brothers and sisters!"
"Ahem..." Su Ruotang's cheeks turned red.
She watched Su Muyao feed pills to Mo Ronyan, her peach blossom eyes, which were always sparkling with water, were filled with anxiety, "What did you give... what did you give him...?"
Su Muyao let go and stood up, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, and wiped her fingertips slowly.
She chuckled lightly, with a dark light flowing in her eyes, and a strange smile on her lips, "Su Ruotang, are you willing to save him?"
