Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

Lu Yan had nothing in mind. Once he wanted to bring out the idea of a stranger alive, he could no longer hold it down.

With his life, his power, his everything can be exchanged.

He wants her alive, let her see what he doesn't want her to do, and she'll never do it.

This idea is almost crazy.

He is willing to accept anything under Pluto's terms, but when someone survives, he has a chance to take it back. The stranger is his, and whoever dares to take it, he will kill him.

Pluto is nothing.

Lu Yan did not know what he thought.

He returned to the Imperial Palace with Lu Xiang, the seventh day after the death of a shallow child.

It's not hard for him to lure a soul back, he's the underworld's handler.

Many souls of mankind, Maoshan Taoists and Messengers of Hell, belong to Him.

It's not hard to bring a soul back, but it's also a great risk, and the average person would never say yes so easily.

But he knew that the shallow one, the one with the Dragon Spirit blood, was the Dragon people, and his life was definitely not over.

It could be something that caused her to accidentally lose her soul, which is why she died.

Actually, when he heard that Shallow was dead, he didn't believe it.

With so many lives and deaths within his jurisdiction, he has not recently been instructed to die by a shallow child.

Even more surprisingly, Lu Yingying would go to him to beg him for a female slave, and would not dare to accept any bereavement treaty.

Pluto felt something was wrong, so when he arrived at the Prince's house, he asked to see the body.

The wolf opened the line, and Pluto went in and saw the man in the bed, frowning: “Indeed, he is dead. ”

How did this man die without instructions to die?

The werewolf and the red-wolf who followed him had no expression on their faces, but they thought it was a pit in their brains.

Of course people are dead. Not dead. Can their princes do that?

“How did he die?” Pluto asks curiously.

“How do souls have to do with how people die?” Lu Xiangyin thinks the Pluto is full of crap.

“It's all right, just curious about this king.” The Pluto sat down in the chair beside him. Without asking Chu, he was too lazy to do it.

“Dragon spirit blood saves lives, too much blood to die.” Land incineration is a simple and straightforward path.

Pluto snorted: “The slave is yours. I don't want money anyway, so I'll die for it, right? ”

Lu burned the scene without expression and did not return to him.

He didn't know people were going to die, and if he did, he would never let her die.

When the Pluto saw that he was not angry, he chilled: “The king went to see, don't disturb me. ”

The Pluto sat still when he finished.

Lu burned the shadow towards the Red Wolf and the Wolf and the two retreated.

Lu Yanyang sat beside the bed and looked at the shallow face. This face was really ugly. He didn't want to see her hard tied face again.

Even with more rouge on it, there is no beauty in the face of the day.

Pluto sat here for half the afternoon.

Come back at night.

Lu Jiangyi saw him move and asked, "How's it going? ”

“The king checked her life expectancy, should live to be 300 years old, and the underworld can't take her, so she should not die. ”

“What do you mean?” At last, there is a glimmer of confusion in the landscape.

“Just that Shallow didn't die.” Pluto is sure of the tunnel.

Lu burned his eyes sharply: “Not dead? ”

He looked at the bed, the face of the stranger, the body of the stranger, even the child in his belly, and there was nothing wrong with the marks on his body.