Dark Beast Summoner

"Mu Wushuang! Save me! You save me!"

Ximen Kang shouted as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "You save me, I promise not to look at other women for the rest of my life, I will do whatever you ask me to do, okay?"

"laugh!"

Mu Wushuang suddenly laughed softly, his voice like an orchid in an empty valley.

"Fourth Prince, why do you think that I will save you?"

Ximen Kang wanted to stand up excitedly, but the executioner stepped on his back, making him unable to move, he said loudly:

"You will definitely save me, otherwise why did you come here? Wushuang, I was the one who was wrong in the past, and I was the one who was sorry for you, but I know you must still have affection for me, right? You said wrong in front of so many people before. I'm not married, have you forgotten?"

Feeling that the strength of her hand was clenching tightly, Mu Wushuang raised his head, Uncle Huang was expressionless, but the coldness between his brows showed his displeasure. Superficial calm.

She curled her lips into a smile, held his hand tightly and released it, gave him a soothing look, took a few steps forward, and stepped on the guillotine.

"You can't come up."

The executioner stopped him.

"I only have a few words to tell the Fourth Prince, don't worry, I'm not here to rob people." She said with a chuckle.

She walked slowly, wearing a white brocade dress, spotless, incompatible with the bloody and dirty guillotine.

The executioner forgot to stop him for a while, and when he came back to his senses, Mu Wushuang had come to him.

"Fourth Lord."

She spoke softly.

Ximen Kang was forced to kneel and could only look up at her at this time.

The noon sun was too strong, and raising his head was too dazzling, just as Mu Wushuang felt to him at this time, dazzling to the point of dazzling.

"Save me, Wushuang! Save me and I'll marry you, okay?" He wanted to stand up excitedly.

The executioner kicked him on the back again.

Mu Wushuang looked down at him from the top:

"Fourth Prince, the former Mu Wushuang really had to you not to marry, but you had to, but she was killed by your own hands. Do you know how she died? She was kicked against the wall by you, and she was out of breath. Death, do you think she died unjustly? What's wrong with her? She didn't do anything wrong, she just loved the wrong scumbag. The moment she died, the more she loved you, the more she loved you. Hate, hate you, ruthless, ruthless, do you know what her biggest wish was at that moment? Want to kill you with her own hands!"

At this moment, Ximen Kang felt chills all over his body, and he could clearly feel the strong murderous intent that suddenly erupted from Mu Wushuang's body when he said the last sentence.

"Aren't you dead? You are still alive and well! I know you must have hated me before, but I have changed it now. You ask the emperor to save me and let the emperor forgive my death penalty. You can rest assured, Wushuang, When I am exonerated, I will do whatever you want me to do, and I will definitely marry you!" Ximen Kang said anxiously, he didn't want to die, death was imminent, he just wanted to live!

"No, Fourth Prince, the former Mu Wushuang is dead and killed by you."

Mu Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, his tone became cold.

Ximen Kang shuddered, he suddenly felt that she was not joking.

At this moment, Mu Wushuang suddenly smiled and looked at the executioner, she said:

"Big Brother Executioner, your sword is so evil, there are a lot of dead souls under the sword, right?"

The executioner said proudly: "That is, I have been an executioner for ten years, and this knife has been with me for ten years. Not to mention ten thousand souls under the knife, five thousand is more than enough."

"Noon is coming soon, Big Executioner, do you mind if you don't mind lending me your knife?"

The smile on her jade-like face grew thicker.

Confused by the beauty, the executioner nodded subconsciously and handed over the knife.

Mu Wushuang picked up the saber, this big saber shone with cold light in the sun, and the blade was lingering with the evil spirit of Sen Han, it was really a fierce saber.

"Mu... Mu Wushuang, you... what are you doing?"

Ximen Kang trembled uncontrollably.

The people watching below were even more surprised--Is Mu Wushuang going to kill the Fourth Prince with his own hands?

The corner of Mu Wushuang's lips hooked, and his eyes fell on the tall man with a jade-like body under the guillotine.

Seeing the uncle nodding slightly to her, his movements were so small that he didn't move, but she smiled. Uncle Huang knew what she meant by looking at him. The meaning of his nod was to tell her to do whatever she wanted. How about a little blood on it?

Mu Wushuang smiled brightly and slowly raised the big knife.

"Fourth Prince, blood debt is paid for blood, life is worth life, I came here on purpose, not to see you, but to kill you."

"No! Mu Wushuang! You can't kill me!" Ximen Kang stepped back in fear.

The executioner suddenly pressed his head hard, and the guillotine board separated his head and body into two parts. He couldn't struggle no matter how much he tried to struggle, and finally realized what it meant to be fish on the cutting board!

Mu Wushuang sneered and slashed at Ximen Kang's neck mercilessly!

"what!"

Ximen Kang's screams were very short, and when he picked up the knife, his head fell to the ground, blood sprayed everywhere, and there was fear, unwillingness, and disbelief in his wide eyes.

He died thinking that Mu Wushuang would not really kill him, but he was lucky, thinking that she was just intimidating him.

As a result, he died.

Mu Wushuang returned the knife to the executioner, not even looking at Ximen Kang's body.

People die like lights go out, Mu Wushuang, I will help you kill Ximen Kang, you can feel at ease.

She went down step by step, and could see the fear in the eyes of many onlookers. Many people thought she was a weak and beautiful girl, but they did not expect to have such a cold side, which subverted their cognition.

Mu Wushuang didn't care about the opinions of these people, she only saw the handsome and evil man below - her good uncle.

Her white dress was still as clean as ever, because at the moment she started, the blood that was spilled was blocked by the barrier arranged by the man. This man is still so domineering, and Ximen Kang is dead, don't even think about his blood. A little bit on her.

Led by this man, he walked through the crowd and returned to the palace.

The first thing he did when he returned to the palace, he wetted her handkerchief with a handkerchief and washed her hands with the knife several times even between her fingers.

"Uncle, do you despise me?"

She pouted unhappily.

"no."

Without raising his head, he continued to wipe her hands.

"My hands are going to be rubbed red by you. Is it not disgusting? You just dislike my hands being dirty! Cleanliness man!"

She doesn't look away.

"Shuang'er, that knife killed too many people, and there are too many people's breaths on your hands, I don't like it."

Long Mo said deeply.

Mu Wushuang turned his head slightly and glanced at him. His brows were stern, but his deep eyes shone softly, adding an indescribable charm to his iceberg-like face.

What a mess!

But in my heart, how sweet.