The host, she slag the whole book villain

Chapter 559 The host is the princess on the pea (17)

It rained all night outside, and it didn't stop.

Because of Ashburn's arrival, Greenwell's fake smile, which he had been maintaining, was a little bit broken.

In the morning, she just made her breakfast with Bonn and Alva:
"Sorry, Prince, I didn't make your breakfast because I don't know your taste."

The method was very naive, so naive that Ashburn didn't even bother to argue with her.

A knight behind him took out the dry food he had brought with him and melted it in boiling water, and it was considered breakfast for the group.

Su also clicked his tongue while watching:
"You can kill them all and take the food in the castle for yourself."

Potter and Greenwell's faces turned extremely pale when they heard this.

And Alva, who was sitting beside her, trembled, and continued to silently cut the bread in front of him, and then handed it to her.

Ashburn glanced at her, and took Alva's reaction into his eyes from the corner of his eye:

"Aren't you afraid that your little slave will hate you?"

Turning his head, Su also looked at Alva with a smile:
"Would you hate me?"

In Alva's eyes, her smiling face was like a hell flower swaying in the wind, captivating and dangerous.

He didn't answer, but this silent reaction already made Su very satisfied.

He picked up a piece of bread and put it in his mouth. In front of Ashbourn, he wrapped his long and slender arms around his neck, then gently wrapped his red lips, and began to attack the city unscrupulously.

She didn't let him go until Alva's red-faced army was defeated.

Then, like a winner, he proudly raised his chin at Ashburn, and his eyes were full of starlight:
"Do you think he will hate me?"

The reason was shattered, and the soul was already controlled by her like a puppet.

Her little slave, dare to hate her?

Ashburn looked at her, and she was almost the same as the elegant girl in his impression. If it wasn't for that face, he was almost sure that she was a fake.

However, compared with the noble lady of the royal family, this kind of her is like a banshee walking in the world, her every move exudes the enchanting charm that makes people kneel.

If he didn't already have someone he likes, he would really be confused by her.

Potter and Greenwell, who were sitting across from each other, didn't expect that Alva had really fallen into a slave. They were so angry that they roared hysterically in their hearts, but——

In front of Ashburn, they were just two tiny ants.

So, after a hasty breakfast, the two found a reason casually, and took Alva back to the room.

As soon as the door was closed, Greenwell could no longer hide the anger in her heart, her facial features were distorted, and she slapped Alva on the face:
"Are you really so bewitched by that woman that you don't even care whether I live or die with your father?"

Potter didn't stop, just watched with cold eyes.

His dignity has been trampled underfoot by Ashburn since his arrival.

As the former king of Sekeria, it was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Alva also looked ugly:
"No, father and queen mother, I don't have one, I will always love you!"

"Oh, then you just tolerated that princess humiliating me and your father in front of you, but you didn't react at all?"

Alva didn't know how to respond at all, and after a long silence, he spoke in a heavy tone:
"Father, mother, I can guarantee that I will never let the princess kill you!"

"you……"

Greenwell didn't expect him to say such a thing, and her body trembled with anger.

(End of this chapter)