Quickly travel through the little ancestors: the pampering of the villain boss

Chapter 54 The Tyrant's Delicate Beauty (2)
The assassination of the original owner failed, the identity of the spy was discovered, and he was turned into a human skin lantern by Wang Louyue of Mobei.

After the death of the original owner, instead of being sad at all, the male lead resented the original owner for being useless.

"..." Nan Zhi found that she could arrange her lunch box properly every time.

The villain is Mobei Wang Louyue, who is also the most dangerous existence in this world. He can fight and kill with his mouth open and closed, and will take his life if he doesn't like it.

His biological mother died early, he was born with different pupils, and was ruled unknown by the high priest. He has no chance for the throne. He is the prince of Mobei who has a rough life experience and has been bullied.

Later, he killed his brother and father, he was vicious and cruel, stepped on the blood and bones of his brothers to ascend to the throne, heavy taxes, heavy corvees, torture, and wars.

The villain, Lou Yue, is the peak IQ of the whole play, and in the early stage, he made troubles: he bullied the male lead, abused the female lead, and lived a happy life.

However, in the later period, she was forced to lower her intelligence by the author, and finally died of talking too much. She was killed by an arrow pierced by the heroine when she said harsh words on the battlefield...

Nan Zhi exhaled heavily, what a crime.
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Someone teased the sarcastic court lady: "Stop saying a few words, we won't have to die if she goes out to dance."

The maid choked, and immediately fell silent.

Nan Zhi followed the barbarian general to the camp where King Mobei was.

There were several headless corpses lying outside the tent, and the blood was still gurgling.

Nan Zhi spent half of her life as a surgeon in the last world, and she has seen this kind of small scenes a lot.

Judging from the clothing on the corpse, it has something in common with her clothing, so it should be a soldier of the Liang Kingdom.

The floor of the tent is covered with a whole piece of animal skin, and there is a long couch at the innermost side, on which the animal skin is piled up, and a huge ox skull hangs above it.

Nan Zhi was still looking around, at this moment, a cold and calm voice came from the couch: "Raise your head."

Nan Zhi looked up and saw that the man in red was half leaning on the soft couch, propped his chin, and knocked on the table repeatedly. He had a long knife in his hand, and the knife was covered with blood.

"How old are you?"

"fifteen."

"What's your name?" He asked slowly.

"Nanzhi."

"Nan Zhi?" He repeated softly, his voice seemed to come from the clouds, it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, but there was a kind of strange tenderness.

"Jump, if you dance so lonely, I will spare your life."

A musician came in to play.

Nan Zhi waved her water sleeves, twisted her waist seriously, and started the national radio gymnastics for elementary and middle school students, muttering: "One two three four, five six seven eight, two two three four, five six seven eight, three two three four , five six seven eight, four two three four, five six seven eight..."

The corners of Lou Yue's eyes twitched.

This dancing posture is really difficult to be elegant.

Who gave her confidence to make a fool of herself in front of him.

Lou Yue pointed to the cracked ice jade pot on the table: "Don't jump, come over and pour wine for this king."

"You...didn't have long hands and long legs, Nan Zhi didn't dare to say the rest of the words.

Isn't it just pouring wine?

who wouldn't!
Nan Zhi ground her molars, and walked in obediently.

On the bed was a four-plan table, several plates of delicate pastries, and a jug of wine, which smelled very good.

Nan Zhi didn't dare to get too close, knelt down on the snow fox blanket, poured the wine into a gold-carved agate cup, and handed it to Lou Yue.

Nan Zhi's hands are beautiful, her fingers are like jade, and her wrists are slender.

What Lou Yue noticed was the thin callus on the tiger's mouth in Nan Zhi's palm.

Those are the cocoons of martial arts practitioners.

Lou Yue stared at her hand, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Could it be the assassin sent by Liang Guo to assassinate him again?

Or, meticulous work?

"Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

Nan Zhi blinked her eyes: "No."

"Gu hates liars the most."

There was sarcasm and sarcasm in the cold voice, and Nan Zhi heard a crisp sound when the words fell.

The sharp sword came through the wind, and it touched her slender and fair neck straight. Her skin here is the most delicate, and there were shallow bloodstains when it touched it.

Nan Zhi was completely stunned, looking at Lou Yue in confusion.

(End of this chapter)