Chapter 474 (1/2)

The bodyguard outside the door didn't care much when he heard the piano stop in Jingmo house, but when he heard a woman's short scream in the house, the bodyguard rushed into the house with several bodyguards on duty shouting for the master.

Jingmo looked at the woman who fell under the couch and cut off half of her neck with her sword. She threw the long sword stained with blood aside. The blood splashed on the brocade pad on the couch and stained a large area of the brocade pad embroidered with flowers.

The captain of the bodyguard looked at the woman who had fallen to the ground and was not completely breathless. He asked in a hurry, ”master, what's this?”

”Drag it out,” Jing Mo said coldly.

The bodyguard quickly waved to the two bodyguards behind him.

Two bodyguards bowed their heads and came forward, one hand, dragging the blood gurgling out of their necks. The woman with convulsions walked outside the house.

The beauty's injury was hopeless. She was dragged out of the house. After the cold wind, she soon lost her breath in the hands of the two guards.

Jingmo pushed down the small table on the couch and said, ”withdraw.”

Another bodyguard came forward, picked up the small table and withdrew.

The captain of the bodyguard looked at the piano beside the incense burner. If the woman sat down and played the piano, she wouldn't end up like this. Taking a look at the blood on the ground, the captain of the guard whispered to Jing Mo: ”master, my subordinates ordered someone to clean the floor in the room?”

Jingmo waved her hand.

”You all step back,” the captain of the bodyguard hurriedly said to the bodyguards still standing in the room.

After saluting Jingmo, the guards withdrew together.

”Pour tea,” said Jing Mo, half lying on his couch and talking to the bodyguard.

The bodyguard went to the side table, poured a cup of hot tea for Jingmo, walked back to Jingmo, and held the cup of hot tea in his hands.

Jingmo sipped the tea, pressed the taste of wine in his mouth, and turned to take a look at the bodyguard standing in front of him.

When the bodyguard saw Jingmo looking at himself, he said, ”master, the night is deep. You'd better rest.”

”Don't ask to kill me,” Jing Mo whispered, holding a tea cup.

The bodyguard was so surprised that he almost jumped up.

Jingmo said, ”that woman is my shadow.”

The bodyguard said, ”who is this...”

”It's normal not to ask if you want to kill me,” Jingmo said again without waiting for the bodyguard to ask, ”if I die, there will be no stumbling blocks on Jingqian's road to becoming an emperor.”

The bodyguard said, ”don't ask him what to do?”

”I haven't thought,” murmured Mo Mo, ”who can he use to kill me in the rosefinch?”