The blackened male god of fast crossing strategy chases to the end

Chapter 810 The Daily Life of Falling in Love and Killing with the Sick Prince (24)

"Don't be nervous." Chu Xiaoxiao bared her teeth and walked forward. In fact, she just wanted to see what was going on with Zhao Yuan.

It's a pity that Zhao Yuan's subordinates are too loyal to give her a chance to visit!
"Come on! You can't let her get close to Shizi!"

then……

The melee is on the verge of breaking out again!
After getting rid of these people, Chu Xiaoxiao was very depressed. What kind of plane did she enter, and she beat and killed every now and then!
So inelegant!
She bypassed the people who were beaten and couldn't stand up, and walked to the bed. As soon as she stretched out her hand, she felt her leg was hugged. She bowed her head and begged, "Miss Qiao, please! Kill me! Don't kill the prince!!"

"Oh." Chu Xiaoxiao flashed out a dagger.

The man closed his eyes as if death was at home, "Come on!"

"Boring." Chu Xiaoxiao muttered, "Come on, don't kill him, you all go out."

"……no!"

"... Absolutely not!"

"Just as long as you are happy." One hundred thousand points can be awarded for saving someone's life, this deal...isn't it bad!

Chu Xiaoxiao pushed the man away, lifted Zhao Yuan roughly and put it on his shoulders, and before these people could react, she jumped out of the window neatly.

"Where are you taking this son?" The voice was weak, but...it sounded so good!

Unfortunately, Chu Xiaoxiao remained indifferent, "Hell."

"Yeah." The voice weakened again.

It can be seen that Zhao Yuan really has no strength at all.

What kind of poison is it that can torture a man like this?
Chu Xiaoxiao was very curious.

After tossing around, Chu Xiaoxiao found an inn, casually threw Zhao Yuan on the bed, showed her dagger, and cut Zhao Yuan's clothes without hesitation.

A few seductive abdominal muscles were instantly exposed to the air, and Zhao Yuan closed his eyes, as if he could do whatever he wanted.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Chu Xiaoxiao patted his mask.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yuan snorted, "If you want to kill or cut, give me a good word."

"I wanted to save you at first, but after thinking about it, forget it, you are not good enough, I don't want to save you anymore."

Zhao Yuan: "...Life and death are fate, this son does not want you to save him."

"Oh." Chu Xiaoxiao sat down on the edge of the table indifferently, took out a small storybook and read it with gusto!

Zhao Yuan reluctantly opened a slit and glanced at Chu Xiaoxiao. For some reason, he felt a very stable illusion in his heart. Just as he pushed himself up a little, a tearing pain suddenly came from his heart!

"Ah—" a low growl.

Zhao Yuan panted heavily, clutching his heart tightly, as if his heart was being held tightly by someone, tightening it until it couldn't beat anymore!
Consciousness is a little groggy, as if drowning in deep water, ups and downs, without end.

Everything in this world seemed to become clear, but in front of him, there was only endless darkness, and at the end of this darkness, a figure suddenly appeared.

It was a young girl, wearing a red skirt, holding a red-tasseled gun in her hand, with cold eyes and a noble temperament, standing there lightly, looking into the distance.

It's like a sculpture, I don't know how long it has stood there.

This shadow disappeared in a flash, and when I thought about it again, I couldn't think of the girl's appearance and figure.

"Hey! Wake up." Suddenly, Zhao Yuan regained consciousness instantly. He opened his eyes and stared at the face above his head, "Are you awake? Pack up quickly, your father is calling you to go home and marry a wife."

(End of this chapter)