He bit his lips tightly, and seeing Gu Yuqing being tortured by Han Chaoen, Xiao Ke’s fist clattered, his face was as green as an angry lion, his eyes spitting fire, condensed Gu Yuqing for a moment, turned his head and headed straight to Mo Ling in front of Jixiang, and pulled it hard towards Mo Ling’s hair as if he was venting.
This pull directly pulled the demon spirit’s hair off, and Mo Ling screamed in pain, “Han Chaoen, don’t do anything wrong!”
Xiao Ke raised his hand, and the black hair in his hand was blown away by the strong wind, like a black cloud blown away, with a few strands of strands of blown to Han Chaoen’s face.
“I’m not afraid that your princess will become bald, so just try it.” Xiao Ke said gritted his teeth, and every word was filled with bloodthirsty hatred, wishing that Han Chaoen could be bitten to pieces.
The evil spirits in his body were like soldiers fighting on the battlefield in blood, and the hairs were forced to stand upside down.
Seeing Xiao Yu’s ruthlessness, Han Chaoen did not dare to act rashly anymore.
She didn’t care about Mo Ling’s life and death, but Mo Jin cared about it. Once Mo Ling was really dead, Mo Jin would definitely make him die a bad death.
After his thoughts changed, Han Chaoen let go of Gu Yuqing’s hand that pulled Gu Yuqing’s hair.
Seeing him like this, Xiao Ke let out a sigh of relief, just looking at Gu Yuqing’s white face, large pieces of bright red blood on her thin cotton coat, and her legs that could not be straightened at all. Her heart was so painful that it was convulsing, but she could only clench her fists and gritted her teeth to endure it.
He cursed in his heart: Xiao Yu, you bastard, your wife has caused people torture like this, where are you! (Xiao Yu, who was rushing back to Beijing, sneezing all the way.)
Han Chaoen let go of Gu Yuqing, not looking at Xiao Ke, but stared at Jixiang and said, “Give me Princess Canglan, I’ll give you your lady.”
He thought Jixiang was a three-year-old child and said in a deceptive tone, “Your wife died early. Over the years, you have been following your lady, and you must be as deep as the sea. Do you bear to see your lady suffer?”
Han Chaoen hunched his back and raised his head, “To be honest, just when you took Princess Canglan, her knees were almost broken by the Seventh Prince Canglan. Look at her face and her body were injured several times. I don’t know how it hurts now, so do you bear it?”
“I heard that your lady treats you very well, and your wife, I heard that she is kind to you. Is it how you repay your kindness?”
Han Chaoen spoke, while pulling Gu Yuqing and moving towards Jixiang.
Xiao Ke, auspicious and Mo Ling, stands in the center of the city gate tower.
Originally, with Han Chaoen’s instigation, Jixiang’s already anxious and distressed emotions were even more aroused, but when she turned her eyes and saw the hints of Gu Yuqing’s eyes and eyebrows, her years of tacit understanding made her feel trembling.
Just let Han Chaoen talk and endure the heartache, justIt’s not a word.
When Han Chaoen moved to the center of the city gate tower, Jixiang cried, “If I give her to you, you will definitely return the lady to me?”
Xiao Ke looked at Jixiang in surprise when he heard this, “You fool, he is lying to you. If you return this shitty princess, my sister… your eldest lady will be torn to pieces by the people behind him.”
Even though he felt distressed and was about to cramp, Xiao Ke still knew rationally what to do and what not to do.
Only by pinching Mo Ling can you have a chance. Once there is no Mo Ling, not to mention whether you can change your sister back. The army under the city is trying hard to attack the city. Once the city gate is broken, blood flows into a river, and no one can escape.
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