King's Humble Consort

It was raining heavily.

Mo Yanxue knelt on the nail plate, and the whole person was held in a kneeling position by two mammies in her left and right. It was hard to tell whether the water under her was rain or blood.

"Mo Yanxue, let me ask you again. Will you give up your heart?" The cold male voice broke silence, and also broke Mo Yanxue's heart.

Mo Yanxue slowly looked up, "Emperor, must you take my heart?"

"Yes. Otherwise Yanbing will not be cured. She couldn't wait any longer." Yan Qingli looked down at Mo Yanxue in the rain with scorn, "You said that you could give me everything I want, didn't you?"

Mo Yanbing again... Mo Yanxue didn't speak yet, and the two mammies beat her hard again. All of a sudden, there was a pain like bone erosion in the knee. Countless nail tips had been pierced into the leg bones through the texture.

Biting her lip, Mo Yanxue trembled. "Emperor, I am not unwilling to do so. It is because I can't." If she offered it, she would die.

Really, she would die.

Her body could no longer withstand any torture.

If she died like that, she would die with everlasting regret.

"Emperor, please don't push her. Those imperial doctors must be talking nonsense. I just have a headache. I can bear it. You don't need to bother my sister." No one knew when did Mo Yanbing arrive. At this time, she was walking leisurely with an umbrella to cross Mo Yanxue and towards Yan Qingli.

"Bing, it's rainy. Don't you have a headache? Who allowed you to come out?" Yan Qingli rushed into the rain, holding Mo Yanbing in one hand and rushing into the room with an umbrella in another hand.

Rain was heavy. And the loving picture stung Mo Yanxue's heart. She pursed her dry lips and closed her eyes slowly.

If it weren't for her hands to be fixed by two mammies, she would raise her hands to cover her ears. She would not want to hear Mo Yanbing's voice in her life.

What really made people sick was Mo Yanbing, not her!

However, the more she hated Mo Yanbing's voice, the more Mo Yanbing wanted to torture her, "Emperor, I heard that you had heard the words of those imperial doctors to get the sister's heart for treating me, so I rushed here. I can't bear it, ah..."

Mo Yanbing said, and put her hand on her forehead.

"Are your head hurting again?" Yan Qingli pitifully rubbed Mo Yanbing's forehead with his fingertips.

"I... I can bear it." Mo Yanbing said pitifully.

"No, I don't want you to bear it. I must cure you." He said, and released Mo Yanbing, holding an umbrella to the front of Mo Yanxue. His boots stepped on her thigh on the nail board fiercely. "Mo Yanxue, do it or not?"

For this step, Mo Yanxue even heard the sound of bones being torn by nails. In the past, the man who was absolutely handsome in her eyes became more and more blurred. An idea flashed quickly in her mind: she still couldn't fight against her fate?

If not, how about letting go?

But she really couldn't let the person go.

In a trance, she whispered softly. "The emperor wants me to contribute my heart, but there are two conditions."

"Mo Yanxue, who do think you are? In this world, everyone except you has the qualification to talk with me." Yan Qingli stepped on another leg of Mo Yanxue.

Mo Yanxue bore the pain and looked up to Yan Qingli, whispering, "Emperor, don't you say that I am a slut? Then I will let you feel the taste of me tonight. This is the first condition. And there is another one. As long as you agree, I will offer my heart. "

"Well, if you repent, I will tear you down." Yan Qingli said coldly, and he took Mo Yanxue into the room. "Hiss..." A few times later, Yan Qingli entered the body of the woman who was nailed to the wall.