Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

At least in her place, she is painful, hateful, alive with hatred and remorse. Living better cannot be laughed at with laughter, free at heart.

“Yes, ma'am, I'll help you rest first, and this little animal will be handed over to the people in the house. ”

Granny Murong naturally also saw that Lady Murong did not look well, and he almost threw up blood, not to mention his wife.

It's hard to bear losing two of your favorite granddaughters at once and being the most powerful pillar of Murong's future.

Old Lady Murong looked at Nanjing with hatred until Grandpa Murong took her away.

“White-eyed wolf, you white-eyed wolf, what we do in Murong is sorry for you, what we do to you, you do this kind of animal thing! ”

Old Lady Murong's words disappeared at the door, and Nancheng was grieving: “Gu Bailu, what have you done to make Grandma and Grandpa hate me so much? ”

Gu Beilu kicked his foot in her face: “Very well, try again, and show your poor Chu Chu face to show how pathetic it is. ”

Half the face of the southern condensed heart was kicked swollen and blood poured out along the corner of the mouth.

She begged Murong Phoenix Hall: “Brother, don't you believe me? I was really set up. Gu Bailu only did this because he was afraid that I would rob Wan, because I was reincarnated as a lover of Wan's previous life! ”

Phoenix said coldly: "The king said that if you mention any other lover of your past life, you will be finished yourself. ”

His chills were as cold as ice, plunged straight into the heart of the southern condensed heart, and she painfully covered her chest: “Wan Wang, you are so heartless, because you are in love...”

Gu Beilu's five fingers caught her neck and squeezed it tightly until Nancheng's face turned iron blue: “Cough cough... let go of me...”

“Nanjin, be shameless to you like this, I've never seen you like this before, let me see how thick your face is?” Gu Beilu stretched out his sharp nails and cut a piece of blood across her face.

“It's not a thick face, it's a dark heart. Say it! Who are you working for?” Gu Beilu threw her away and stepped on her chest. He asked geologically.

Nan Zheng laid on the ground weakly, half-eyed, as if he was going to lose his breath at any time: “Gu Bailu, if you set me up, you will have to die. ”

“Again, who are you working for, not saying I'll finish you off right away.” Gu Beilu was already tired of her, as brazen as a dead cowhide.

I feel bad talking to her.

South smiled softly: "If you kill me, your parents' souls will be whipped, burned, tormented every day, and you will never be able to save them. ”

Gu Beilu held her hands tight and stepped to her chest with one foot.

South poured out the blood in one mouthful.

“Speaking as if I didn't kill you, they wouldn't be abused, they'd kill you, at least they had comfort in their hearts. ”

Gu Beilu's hands drew a charm on his chest: "Death! ”

The charm had just been thrown out, and Nanjing shouted, “Wait, I said, I'll tell you where your parents' souls are. ”

Gu Beilu reached out and held the spell. He looked at her like an ant: “You're still afraid of dying, Nanjin, say it. ”

Nan stared at her like a snake: "Gu Beilu, you are nothing but a loser. If I tell you, do you have the guts to save her? ”

Gu Beilu turned to her again: “Speak the point, and the bullshit will ruin you. ”