Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed - Chapter 483

An Rushuang’s eyes dazzled, and she shouted: “What are you going to do?!”

With that said, she strode towards the old man, her eyes filled with cold light.

As she walked past, she already raised her arm and pointed it at the old man’s heart.

There is a hidden weapon in the sleeve, as long as the old man dares to drop the knife, she can kill him instantly.

Seeing her so nervous, the old man couldn’t help but snorted, raised his hand and smiled: “Don’t panic, old man, I’m still waiting for General Meng to add me to the ranks. For a while, no It will let him die, at least let this general Meng live longer than my old man, and I won’t have no one to die, right?”

Being stared at by An Rushuang with a sullen expression on his face, the old man didn’t panic at all, even nagging.

An Rushuang frowned, wondering if he was a slow-down strategy, but Meng Li’s current state is too bad.

It seemed that a little accident could kill him, even if the old man said that it would not harm Meng Li, she did not dare to relax completely.

“Throw the knife underground! Go back!”

An Rushuang said solemnly, her bright eyes as cold as the frost and snow of the twelfth lunar month.

The old man curled his mouth and could only throw the knife in his hand on the ground, and then took a step back, with a pair of clean hands empty, and looked at An Rushuang grinningly.

“The girl is really too suspicious. How can I save this General Meng if you keep me so far away from him!”

He sighed.

An Rushuang frowned tightly, walked slowly to Meng Li’s bed, bent over and picked up the cold dagger.

Then, she couldn’t help but sneered, took the dagger and slowly walked to the old man, and then she pressed the dagger against his throat very quickly.

“You mean, save him like this?”

With a smile on her face, she asked word by word, but the smile never reached her eyes, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The old man sighed and couldn’t help but said, “Girl…you can’t believe me now, but it’s normal. It’s understandable that I asked you to do this, but you are his wife. I’m afraid you can’t get off. Such a hand!”

Start?

An Rushuang looked at the old man solemnly.

But this old man was also brave, he was still smiling when An Rushuang held a dagger on his neck.

“If you are willing to do it, then you can cut off his carrion!”

With that said, the old man stretched out his hand and pushed the sharp dagger on his neck, looking indifferent.

An Rushuang glanced at Meng Li subconsciously, and said in a daze: “Cut… down?”

The old man nodded: “Those mice have been hungry a long time ago. Let’s go. We have to see how this porridge works!”

Talking like this, he smiled.

An Rushuang could not help but clenched the dagger in his hand.

She trembled in her heart, but she was completely invisible on her face, she just walked slowly towards Meng Li, but every step was extremely slow.

She was only one step away from Meng Li, and soon she stood beside Meng Li, staring at Meng Li in a daze.

Meng Li’s angular face was already slightly sunken at this time, like a Shen Ke patient. His lips were white, not bloody, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if he would never open his eyes to look at her again. At a glance.

An Rushuang’s fingers trembled slightly.

Later, the old man urged again: “Girl, please hurry up. If you can’t do it, change the old man?”

He has a relaxed tone, and looks indifferent.

But An Rushuang grabbed the dagger tighter, she didn’t want to hand Meng Li’s life to such an untrustworthy stranger.

Even if he might really want to treat Meng Li.

But she couldn’t believe him.

Therefore, she has to do it herself.

Thinking about this, An Rushuang took a deep breath, and the dagger in his hand fell abruptly. The dagger was extremely sharp and cut directly from Meng Li’s swollen and rotten wound!

Meng Li trembled all over, and An Rushuang couldn’t help but tremble with her fingers. She thought Meng Li was awake, but looking at it, Meng Li still closed his eyes. The movement just now was just a subconscious pain reaction of the body.

A bowl was handed over, the rotten flesh fell into the bowl by accident, and the wound on Meng Li’s side abdomen began to flow out a little fishy blood.

The blood was thick and black, and the smell was disgusting.

An Rushuang only glanced at her, and her heart throbbed, and she ran straight to the outside.

After a while, the old man listened to the sound of vomiting from outside.

The old man shook his head: “Experience is still not enough. I should look at a few more corpses. When that happens, I will get used to…

With that said, he spread his hands, with a slight smile on his face.

And on Meng Li’s wound, he had already reapplied cinnabar. The crimson cinnabar and dark black blood seemed to fuse together, making it harder to look directly.

After a while, An Rushuang turned pale and slowly walked over.

The old man was a little surprised, this girl dared to come in, her heart was really firm!

Thinking like this, with a playful smile on the corner of his lips, he reached out and gave the bowl of rotten flesh to An Rushuang.

“The girl doesn’t believe me anyway. Why don’t you just come by yourself and feed this thing to the mice.”

An Rushuang did not reach out for a long time to take it. She listened to the crazy squeak of the mouse, and watched Meng Li’s flesh leave her body, quickly rancid, and her heart was tumbling unspeakably.

After a while, An Rushuang clenched his fists, took a step forward slowly, and reached out and grabbed the bowl.

Then, she calmly opened the basket. Inside the basket were three huge mice, but it seemed that they hadn’t eaten for a long time. Her stomach was dry and her small black bean-like eyes were looking at Anru with coveting. Frost.

An Rushuang trembled in her heart, and threw the bowl in, and then quickly closed the lid of the basket.

Hearing a few sad squeaks in her ears, she didn’t know if she killed the mouse, so she didn’t have much energy to pay attention to it.

The old man stood aside and laughed: “Not bad, not bad!”

Although the breath was messed up, he was still very calm on the whole, and it was indeed a good seed.

An Rushuang turned his head and glared at him, snorted coldly, knowing that he was playing around with him just now, but didn’t say anything.

After all, she did doubt him.

After a while, there were not many rats rushing for food.

An Rushuang knew in her heart why the old man caught these three mice.

He walked over slowly, to lift the lid.

The old man hurriedly shouted from behind: “Hold on!”