Heaven

Under the gourd pass, the Wei army camp——

Wushuang carefully walked into the tent with the bowl in his hand.

The palm-sized porcelain bowl is covered with a tightly-fitted lid, making it impossible to see what is inside.

"Master, today's medicine is ready."

Wushang gently knelt by the side of the low couch, opened the cover, and lifted up the porcelain bowl in his hand.A faint smell of blood immediately filled the tent.

Muruo, who was sleeping with her arms on her pillow, slowly opened her eyes, a pair of blood-red pupils showing a bit of tiredness.He sighed, took out a bloody thing from the bowl, put it to his mouth and licked it.

"Why is the taste so bad?"

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Muruo's eyes, but she still frowned and swallowed everything in the bowl.

"My lord, it's inconvenient to carry boys and girls in the army. These are all put in wooden boxes after being stunned by drugs. Maybe they have been unconscious for a long time and the blood is not smooth, so the taste is not very good." Wu Shuang said said respectfully.

"Cut!" Muruo snorted coldly, "You won't wake people up first, let them exercise their muscles and bones first, and then gouge out their hearts and disembowel them?"

"Yes. This subordinate will remember it next time." Wushuang replied with a low head.

"Haha...haha..." Mu Ruo laughed suddenly, he pulled Wushuang's front with one hand and pulled him in front of him, the blood on his fingers immediately left five bright red fingerprints on Wushuang's snow-white clothes.

"Why don't you dare to look at me? Do you think it's ridiculous that I can only live on the heart of living people?" The red in his eyes faded a little, but his eyes became colder.

"Subordinates don't dare. Don't say it's just the hearts and minds of some irrelevant people. Even if the master wants dragon liver and phoenix gall, the subordinates will definitely try their best to find it for the master." Wu Shuang said resolutely.

Since Mu Ruo came back from Zhao State, his health has been worsening day by day.Although he often bleeds his own blood in the past, he recovers very quickly. This time, he was injured by some magical weapon. A small wound on his chest has not healed.

What worried Wushuang the most was that Muruo himself didn't seem to want the wound to close, instead of bandaging it, he used his fingers to break open the closed wound from time to time, watching the blood dripping down with a smile.

Thinking of what the master of Mingxin Cliff had said to him, Wushuang couldn't help being startled. Could it be that the master really has the will to die?

His chest throbbed violently.

"Then if I want to taste your heart and liver for a change, would you be willing too?" Muruo opened Wushuang's skirt with his index finger with great interest, and gently twirled his fingertips around his heart.

Wushuang laughed suddenly: "As long as the master wants, the subordinates can do it themselves immediately."

"It's boring!"

Muruo's eyes widened a little, but the next moment she slapped the person upside down.

"Ahem..." Mu Ruo seemed to be exerting too much force, and coughed lightly while covering his chest.

Wushuang suddenly said anxiously: "My lord, don't use your true energy rashly! If you want to punish, you can do it yourself."

Mu Ruo took a few deep breaths before suppressing the surging blood again.

A smile suddenly appeared on his lips, as long as Mu Ruo didn't want to, God couldn't take his life away, so what is this little injury?

It must be able to last until the last moment!

"What is Wuyan doing?" Muruo picked up the clean white handkerchief on the shelf beside him, dipped it in clean water and wiped his nails carefully.

"My lord, Wuyan is leading the ugly guards to distribute Shura tea."

Wushuang is very afraid of Wuyan, the number one confidant of Muruo in Shuramen.

In the entire Asura Sect, except for himself, everyone looked very vicious and ugly.This seems to be Muruo's personal preference, he is more tolerant towards the uglier subordinates, on the contrary... Wushuang couldn't help but think with a wry smile, he was probably the one who was punished the most by the sect master in Shura sect.

No salt's face can be considered astonishingly ugly among Shuramen.

Her entire skull was born deformed, and her hair was sparse, and half of her face seemed to have been scorched, which made people feel chills at first glance.

It is precisely because of this appearance that she has suffered a lot since she was born, and she was able to get rid of the miserable situation until she met Muruo.From then on, her greatest hobby was to torture beautiful people, making them unable to live or die.

Wushuang couldn't help trembling when he thought of her, because many times the punishment was carried out by her in front of Muruo, this woman was like his nightmare.

"Come here, sit here." Mu Ruo patted the edge of the couch lightly, but found Wushuang's face paled a little in a funny way, "Don't worry, I won't punish you today."

There seemed to be a gleam of joy in Wushuang's eyes, and he hurried to the side of the couch and sat down.In the past, Muruo's gentleness was always accompanied by painful punishments, which made him long for and fear at the same time.

"Let me ask you, what do you think of our expedition?" Mu Ruo slowly traced his fingers along the back of Wushuang's ear to his neck, and he could even feel the warm liquid flowing in Wushuang's blood vessels.

Wushuang bit his lower lip hard to prevent himself from making any noise that might cause Mu Ruo's displeasure: "Our army is as powerful as a rainbow, and with the help of the secret medicine in our sect, we can take Danyang just around the corner."

"Hehe..." Mu Ruo laughed softly. He lightly licked Wushuang's throat, watching his Adam's apple rolling up and down uncomfortably, "You are so naive. I... just want to take 30 people there. Send it to death!"

Wushuang's whole body trembled slightly, but she didn't dare to struggle a little: "Master...why did the sect master say such a thing?"

"This world has been in chaos for so many years, and it should be unified." Muruo raised her head slightly, with a smile on her lips.Yes, the world should have been unified long ago, so that he can be distracted from doing other things.

Really looking forward to the arrival of the last day...

Muruo suddenly felt a little tired in his heart. He thought of his predecessor many years ago... people like us who are precarious and full of calculations really don't deserve what they want...

He clutched his chest and coughed softly.

"Lord!"

"Dance for me, just dance the part where the phoenix bathes in fire." Mu Ruo ordered, ignoring Wushuang's anxious hand, turning her face away.

"As ordered!"

The white shadow hovered and danced, struggling hard, but seemed to be surrounded by invisible flames, unable to escape, unable to leave, gradually becoming powerless...

so beautiful--

So beautiful that I wish I could tear him apart!

Mu Ruo gently closed her eyes, suppressing her bloodthirsty desire.Death should not be the destination of this person, let him go...

Muruo recalled the first time he met Wushuang many years ago.

However, that was not the first time Wu Shuang saw him.

Does he know how much of the suffering he suffered in his youth was directly imposed on him by me?

I'm afraid he knows.Because those businesses and those strongholds were later handed over to him to manage.

Then why insist on staying by your side?

Muruo couldn't understand that his whole life was spent trying to break free, but the person in front of him seemed to never think of leaving after being roped by him for the first time...

Wushuang's dance reminded Mu Ruo of Ji Kongqing when he was a teenager. He once saw Wushuang teaching him how to dance in the dark.

Ji Kongqing is known as Mr. Mo Feng, and his dancing skills are also very good, but he doesn't have the tension of Wushuang, as if he is dancing with all his life...

However, the young Ji Kongqing already possessed a calming power, as clear and bright as spring water.

This is a man born free.

Mu Ruo thought that she probably envied him.He is like a beautiful jade, no matter how dirty it is, it can still shine in the end.

what about me?

Muruo felt that he was probably born stained with blood, and no matter how much he washed it, he couldn't get it clean.I'm afraid this blood stain will accompany him for the rest of his life, right?

Even so, I still look forward to the moment when the shackles of fate are broken!