Prime Assassin: the Evil King’s Wife Chapter 112: Punishing your whole family
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Yun Tingruo's tone has become cold and frosty, and Yun Xiao is not strong enough now, and he has to do everything according to his ability, instead of relying on brute force.
"Yes." With tears in his eyes, Yun Xiao walked toward the official road.
Yun Tingruo's figure moved quickly into the night.
Dong'er never knew that it turned out to be such a difficult thing to set a fire. She held the torch in her hand, and her teeth almost broke her lips when she heard the sound.
Throw it out, throw it out, shouting in my heart.
But her hands kept trembling, no matter what, she couldn't throw it out.
The sound of getting closer and closer, echoing in her ears, Dong'er's tears kept streaming, she was going to kill, she was going to kill.
For the sake of Miss, she must be able to do it.
The flame of the torch danced with the wind, like Dong'er's heart, jumping up and down, as if it had no place to fall.
Dong'er stretched out her hand and looked at the oil on the ground, her fingers were about to loosen.
But the next second, she was breathing heavily against the wall.
The tears fell violently.
The sound is getting closer and closer, and although the shadows are fast, they are alert.
The nose keeps sniffing the air for any strange smell.
As they get closer and closer to the end of the alley.
"Not good."
Shadow let out a cry of exclamation, and Di Minglie naturally noticed it, his pupils shrank, his figure speeded up, and he went straight to the end of the alley.
Between the electric light and flint, a pair of small hands quickly took the torch in Donger's hand.
Without a trace of hesitation, with a backhand throw, the torch spun beautifully in the air.
Frozen in the eyes of the shadows.
"Go back, go back fast."
The shadows yelled, and the figures kept moving back.
"Boom." The fire was like a shooting star, and the most beautiful flowers bloomed in the alley.
"Damn, damn, this king must kill you."
In the raging flames, Di Minglie's face was not generally ugly, but very ugly.
His handsome face is full of hideousness, and his eyes are so mad that he breathes fire,
His night gown was burnt on a corner, and it looked funny.
For the proud Emperor Minglie, tonight is the greatest shame,
The Pride of Heaven lost to a little girl.
This is not true, it is not!
Dong'er only felt that in the darkness, a pair of little hands held her and kept running forward.
She ran away unconsciously, all in a daze.
When she finally stopped, Dong'er sat on the ground, panting heavily.
It's terrible!
Yun Listening stands without a word.
She can understand Donger's mood very well. For the first time in her life, there is excitement, panic, timidity, excitement, and naturally fear.
And the first time I killed someone, it was not only fear, but also fear from the soul.
No one is born a killer, and no one is born evil.
All are changed after acquired.
Dong'er slowly raised her head and looked at Yun Tingruo's back. The little figure seemed to have endless power, calming her mind slowly.
"Miss, Dong'er is useless."
She bent her feet and knelt in front of Yun Tingruo, her voice still trembling.
The torch was still thrown by the young lady. If the young lady does not come, then she must be dead tonight.
"Sorry, I was too impatient."
Yun's sincere tone made Dong'er suddenly look up. The lady said sorry to her and waved her hand quickly: "No, no, miss, it's Donger's bad."
Looking at Dong'er’s scared and flustered eyes, Yun Tingruo helped her up and sorted out her messy clothes: "You are not the fault of this matter. I was too eager to succeed, but ignored this era. The essence of what it should be."
This is not modern, this is ancient, it is another time and space.
It is still a female inferior man. Dong'er has received different things from her experience since she was a child. She came to Xiangfu to work as a maid for the sake of living, not being forced.
In her previous life, she was taken into a killer organization, forced to train, and forced to kill, just to live.
They are all to live, but the meaning is different.
Some things have to be done slowly, not in one step.
Change does not happen overnight, and haste will not be achieved.
If Yunting can reflect on herself, it is precisely because of this that she will become a peerless killer.
"Miss, your words are so profound, Dong'er can't understand." Dong'er's brain is confused, what is the essence, what is this time and space.
There is not a word she can understand.
"It's okay, let's go home soon, it's going to dawn soon."
Yun Tingruo gave Dong'er a soothing smile, let her not think too much.
"Miss." Dong'er secretly vowed that she would not drag Miss back.
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Di Minglie was supported by the shadows back to the palace.
When the housekeeper of the palace saw Di Minglie, he immediately froze, and then when he reacted, he yelled for the doctor.
On the golden silk bed carved with red sandalwood, the man has long hair and shawls. His eyes are lightly closed, but his handsome face has a burnt mark on his chin.
"There is nothing wrong with the face of the prince, right."
The butler's tone was slight, for fear of interrupting Di Minglie who was resting.
When he finished speaking, the man on the bed opened his eyes, his cold eyes resembling poisonous snakes.
The air in the room suddenly chilled.
Everyone can't help but shrink their necks, it's terrible.
"Will this king's face leave scars."
Di Minglie's overcast tone, like a violent storm.
"Back to the prince, as long as you take good care of it and use a good plaster, you may not leave a scar."
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, he swished and flew out.
A hole was smashed directly into the wall, and the smoke was faint, revealing the doctor who was rolling on the ground.
"If this king is disfigured, he will punish your whole family."
Di Minglie's eyes are bloodthirsty, and his voice is vicious, like a wolf.
"The prince calms down his anger. The prince calms down his anger," the butler knelt aside quickly, sweating all over his body.
"Bring the mirror."
Di Minglie's vicious eyes rolled and fell on a maid, who was so scared that the maid turned around and took the bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror was raised tremblingly to Di Minglie.
Di Minglie raised his eyelids and looked at the figure in the mirror, only feeling his chest dull and short of breath.
With a strong wave of his hand, he flew the bronze mirror away.
When he moved, he stood up from the bed and grabbed the maid’s neck fiercely, with bloodshot eyes: "Bitch, bitch."
"My lord, don't, my lord is forgiving."
The maid’s toes slowly lifted off the ground, she only felt that her breathing became more and more uncomfortable, and she kept tapping Di Minglie's hands with her hands.
"Ah, this king is going to kill you." Di Minglie roared, fingers claws.
"Crack." With a sound, the maid's neck crooked and she was silent.
Everyone looked at each other, and had never seen such a furious prince.
Suddenly, Di Minglie's hazy eyes swept over, shooting two cold lights: "Go away."
Everyone is like a frightened bird, dare not delay for a moment, and quickly dispersed.
When Emperor Minglie was only left in the room, he slapped the head of the bed with a slap.
Shame, absolute shame.
Not only physically, but also mentally.
If he knew, the little girl who was gritted by his hatred was the little fiancé he despised.
Will it burst his eyes.