Controlling the Time-Traveling Woman: My Wife is Not to be Trifled With

Chapter 110 Live or die? 2
"Ah..." A painful scream escaped from Mowuci's mouth.

She could clearly feel that there were countless iron nails sinking into her body, and some of them reached deep into her internal organs.

Consciousness left Mowuci quickly and decisively, the footsteps of the god of death were approaching, she was about to die, she knew that her life had come to an end.

There are so many time-travelers under the sun, she must be the worst one.There is no time to do anything, but to make your own life.

So what if she is not reconciled, she is doomed to die.Even if this hard press can't make her lose her life, isn't the key still to get out?

She can bear it?

No, there's no need to roll anymore, the pressing just now has hurt the internal organs, and they have all stopped working now, she is sure that she will die.

Slowly, Mo Wuci closed her eyes, even though she closed them unwillingly.

Seeing Mo Wuci's tightly closed eyes, a person who was very close to Mo Wuci tremblingly put his hand into Mo Wuci's nose, testing that she seemed to be breathing.

"My lord, she, she has passed away." When the woman said this, she could feel her trembling and her fear.

"Really?" The chief interrogator quickly walked over to confirm whether Mo Wuci was dead again. She put her hand into her neck to see if there was a pulse.

Haha ...

With Mo Wuci's death, her dream of being promoted can come true, and she doesn't have to spend her whole life here as a small official interrogating prisoners.

But her dream of being promoted will never come true. King Mei doesn't want her to die. She is busy with state affairs and doesn't know what happened to Mowuci. When she knew, Mowuci had passed away.

Seeing Mo Wuci's eyes closed tightly and his heart stopped beating, King Mei was furious and ordered the chief judge to be beheaded, which can be regarded as being buried with Mo Wuci.

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"My lord, what's the matter with you?" Duan Yixuan was painting in the room, and he painted Mo Wuci in his eyes.

He missed Mo Wuci, he promised to let her go, and he regretted it the next moment, trying not to let himself go to her, these days he lived a very hard life.

(End of this chapter)