“Ink mixed with blood. It really is a good paint!”
Murong Qi Qi’s smile was sweet, but the hands weren’t the slightest bit slacking. The palace maid’s blood spread over the paper. The brush in Murong Qi Qi’s hand began to dance on the paper.
In the background, there was just silence. No matter if it was the emperor Longze Yu or others, no one had ever seen such a way of painting like Murong Qi Qi’s; using fresh human blood as paint. Originally, it was an extremely monstrous picture, but because of Murong Qi Qi’s brush dance, it became beautiful.
“Princess, nubi is wrong, nubi is wrong! Nubi doesn’t dare anymore!”
The palace maid felt that her life is slipping away, but Murong Qi Qi didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping the bleeding for her. She was feeling somewhat dizzy. Her thinking also became slow. If she continues like this, she will definitely bleed to death!
“Say who is behind you, then bengong will let you off!”
Murong Qi Qi’s voice was very low. So low that only the two of them could hear.