The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils

Well, why are these despicable people still throwing things like me?

Somebody help!

Munchkin wanted to shout, but her throat was burning so badly that she couldn't say a word.

No, Mo Zheng finally realized something and opened his eyes a little bit more. This, this group of people actually stood under her, that is, me and me...

At this time, Ink Tilt was completely awake, unable to take care of the pain all over her body, unable to take care of how intense the pain brought to her by opening her eyes, looked up, his two arms were tied tightly by a hemp rope, hung on the room beam next to the "Four Princesses" plaque, which was white arms now covered with various wounds, no place was intact. No wonder Ink felt that his arm was torn and painful, originally caused by hanging from the chamber beam.

The movement of the ink leaning back doubled the pain all over his body, so he lowered his head and wanted to say something, but the ink leaning down his head was more angry, or even ashamed, than being hung on the beam.

The lowered ink leaned down and saw that only a few pieces of cloth remained tight all over his body. He hung them in pieces. Even his most private place was bare and exposed. On the exposed skin, they were all bruised. Each bare area had a bloodstained word "horny”, which varied in size and size.

When was this humiliation when the ink from the urine was held to the palm of the hand, a clear drop of crystalline tears flowed out of the already swollen walnut-sized orbit, landed on the ground, blossomed an ice flower, raised the curtain in pain, glanced at the people standing under the ground cursing, people suddenly felt a chilly breath.

That's when the crowd remembered why Ink was so arrogant and the Queen kept letting it go!

Originally, the reason why Ink leaned so arrogantly and did not put anyone in her eyes was not related to the queen's love, but the main reason was that Ink leaned just after birth, a natural vision, passing through the palace by a Taoist priest, see here, the prophecy was that this woman was reincarnated by the fairies of the heavenly world, sent by the Jade Emperor to practice dust, and when all merit was complete, she would fly to the fairy world again.

So, the queen kept one eye open for what she did, and the civilians were silent, and she dared not complain, because in their hearts, the fairy was a distant being, a myth, but this myth lived beside them, which was enough to make people live in awe, but Ink dumped what they had done over the years so that the civilians gradually wiped out all that awe in their hearts, just thought she was a demon, a demon who ate no bones, hated and feared.

Moreover, deep in the inky body, there has always been a hidden energy, which awakens with the shame and hatred of the inky moment.

The only pieces of broken clothing left on this ink leaned out of the wind, surrounded by a green light wrapped around the ink, gradually formed a swirl, which looked unusually weird. And the rope that tied her hands had broken apart sometime, and the ink that had lost the rope had fallen from the sky, kneeling on one foot, and then suddenly looked up, and a green shock appeared in those dark eyes, staring at the overwhelmed crowd.