My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: 5th and 34th

This woman was half-hanging on the iron pillar in this posture. It has been more than three to five hours, and she has always looked half-dead like this.

Sikong Fuling stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Immediately, there was the sound of ringing jingle bells.

Two beautiful women with half-length jade arms and colored silks dragged a wooden bucket and walked in, and bowed to Sikong Fuling, "Holy girl."

Sikong Fuling nodded, looking at the woman with his head drooping, a faint sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

"Mrs. Long, your mouth is quite hard."

"Come, move people in for me."

Mrs. Long raised her head suddenly, staring at Sikong Fuling with bloodshot eyes, as if she was going to swallow her alive, her eyes quenched with cold anger and poison, staring at her for a long time without moving away.

Sikong Fuling smiled disapprovingly, and waved his little hand, "Hurry up, I have great good news later, I will tell Mrs. Long."

Two beautiful women stepped forward with graceful expressions, unlocked the iron lock hung on Mrs. Long's body, pulled her off the iron pillar, and dragged her to the big wooden barrel.

As soon as the lid of the wooden barrel was opened, a layer of chill pounced on his face.

Mrs. Long shuddered coldly, with an unbelievable expression on her face, and looked up at Sikong Fuling.

"You, what are you doing?" Madam Long's voice was filled with uncontrollable fear and despair, "I, I want to see Chu Yu, I want to see Ding Yun's father!"

"I see, Mrs. Long hasn't figured out what identity she is now."

Sikong Fuling smiled at her. The cold and terrible smile made Madam Long couldn't help but shiver.

"You are a prisoner under the order now, understand? You are a prisoner of my demon cult." Sikong Fuling smiled coldly at her, "You are not qualified to ask for this, Mrs. Long."

Mrs. Long trembled all over.

Don't look at the delicate and fragile maids holding her, but they are very powerful, and dragging her to the barrel won't take them much effort.

Mrs. Long shook her head again and again, but her cultivation base was low, and now she was locked by Ding Yun with only some spiritual power in her body. She was slaughtered by mermaid meat like an ordinary person, and she couldn't resist at all.

The two maids dragged Mrs. Long, lifted her up in a very rude manner, and threw her into the bucket. Both hands pressed **** her shoulders, forcing her to sink into the bucket. The leg is stuck in a pile of biting cold ice~IndoMTL.com~How does it feel, Mrs. Long. "Sikong Fuling smiled at her slightly, "Let you stay in this piercing ice spirit for an hour, oh no, it probably only takes an incense stick time, guess, can you still walk with your legs back?" "

Mrs. Long's eyes shrank in anger, and she screamed, "I want to see Ding Yun, let me go, you guys, you dare to treat this lady like this. I want to see, Ding Yun, I want to see Ding Yun!"

Sikong Fuling smiled at her, picked up a fist-sized ice spirit, squeezed it in his hand and ground it into powder, and threw it on Madam Long's face.

Mrs. Long shrank suddenly, only that icy meaning went straight to her neck.

"Mrs. Long, your son Longhui is dead."

Mrs. Long straightened her eyes in disbelief, and shook her head repeatedly and screamed, "Impossible. My Huaer went to the Forgotten Cold Valley, he couldn't be..."

"Papa." Sikong Fuling patted his palm twice, and smiled at the guards who walked in.