Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

Never before had Lu Xiangyin seen such a shallow child, she ripped her voice and cried loudly. The little body seemed to have a running river, where the water flushed out desperately.

Her little face wrinkled together, tearful mother, pink face swollen by crying on a weekday, crying out of breath.

There was a howl in his throat, sharp and helpless.

Lu Yangying didn't know that a woman could cry like this. Tears were all over her face and her throat was nearly dull.

He has not never seen a woman cry before. Su Muwei is the one who loves to cry. He cries in his arms every time. He cries in silence, sometimes even without tears.

He never regarded Su Muwei's crying as true. In his eyes, Su Muwei's crying was just a child crying in a false mood when she was not satisfied. Once she was satisfied, she would stop.

For him, Su Muwei's demands were not high, so he was willing to meet her and didn't want to hear her cry.

But the stranger cried differently. She was helpless, as if she could disappear at any moment.

Like a child, losing his parents and relatives, walking helplessly on the street, crying out why his parents left her, all he could think about was panic and anxiety.

Such emotions have also occurred in Lu Yingying.

When he was just two years old, he was thrown into the wolves, faced with a group of brutal wolves, he cried... he cried so hard, he cried helplessly, at that moment he knew he had lost his parents, they did not want him.

But also because of his crying, the fierce and brutal wolves let him go.

They walked away and the landscape survived.

At that time, he was only two years old, had just learned to walk, had just learned to speak dentistry, had just learned to find something to eat, and had remembered what had happened to him.

“Don't cry. The palace hasn't done anything to you.” The Land Incinerator reached out and wiped away the tears of the stranger.

But his words, the stranger can't even hear now, she still cries out and she can't catch her breath.

Lu Yan did not know what to do, such a shallow child he had not seen.

His body was still buried between her legs, and he was already suffering from swelling, but he knew that it was impossible to go on now.

Nowadays the shallow one cries so badly that he doesn't even care.

He rolled over and held the stranger in his arms beside him, patting her back gently: "Okay, don't cry. The child will be affected if you cry like this. Now you have no dragon spirit blood and the child is weak. ”

The stranger still cried, not listening to him at all, not not not listening, but not hearing any language at all.

She was trapped in a helpless world, and she seemed to have been dumped in the wilderness when she was a little girl, and a passing farmer picked her up.

Subsequently, the farmer's family was in a state of desolation, and the farmer fled with a family and was abandoned again on her way.

She was taken by a skinny man to the capital of her third life and sold to the Prince's house.

She was less than three years old at the time, but when she looked at the gorgeous and noble Prince's house, she felt safe for the first time.

She was taken to a black house, stamped with slaves, and the skinny man said to her, "This is your creation. You will be the slave of this house. The master of this house is your master. You will always listen to him, and you will not turn away from him, or you will thunder every day."

At that time, the house of the prince was not the house of the prince, but the house of a prince who had just recovered his identity. He was only seven years old when he was burned on land.