rich little concubine

Lin Lang kowtowed like pounding garlic, and kept defending himself.

"Come here!" Ran Mofeng stood with his hands behind his back.

A black figure outside the door flashed in front of his eyes, and in an instant he knelt on one knee in front of the majestic man, lowered his head, and kept his eyes fixed. This man was dressed exactly like Ah Liu.

"Go check!"

"Yes."

Ah Wu responded, returned after a while, and handed over a note with clear handwriting.

However, Mo Feng narrowed his eyes, but he couldn't hide his anger. The person he was looking at would never allow any betrayal, let alone anyone's finger, even after he discarded it, the note would be turned into powder in his hand in an instant.

Before Ji Ziyang saw what was written on the note, he was ruined like this, and his chest felt tight with anger. Isn't this just death without proof!I don't want to listen to his excuses at all.

"Do you know what will happen to the people who move this king?" Each word was clear and slow, the aura and cruelty of the superior permeated the room, and the deep voice was like the king of Hades descending, judging at this moment.

"My lord, please spare my life! My lord, please spare my life! They are all concubines, and they are all summoned by the concubine,...I...I am just a commoner, painting for a living, no matter how courageous I am, there is no concubine I dare not order you, my lord! It was all persecuted by the princess!" Lin Lang felt cold all over his naked body, and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he put all the blame for tonight on Ji Ziyang.

Ji Ziyang was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth, wishing he could just vomit three liters of blood and re-travel, but he couldn't, he tried his best to hold up his body and sat on the head of the bed, enduring the discomfort.

The clothes on the upper body are messy, and the skin is almost completely exposed.Exposed in the air, there are still faint red marks on the chest after love, and the cheeks are more rosy due to the fever. At first glance, it is really mistaken to think that Wushan has experienced the cloud and rain.

Ah Wu, who was standing on the side, lowered his head even more, his chin almost hit his chest.

However, Mo Feng's gaze never gave him the slightest bit, he turned his back to the bed, looked at the crawling person on the ground, as if looking at an ant, a speck of dust, and asked emotionlessly: "Are you a painter? "

"Yes... yes." Lin Lang endured the severe pain in his arm, but he didn't dare to make any noise except to answer the question.

"Okay, since you are a painter, and the fault lies with the princess, I don't want your hands."

Lin Lang was overjoyed, thinking that the prince wanted to save his life.

"But whether you can live or not depends on your own good luck, Wu."

"The subordinate is here." Ah Wu took a step forward.

"Pick off all the places where I touched the princess." The voice of the evil ghost crawling out of hell probably wasn't so ruthless.

Lin Lang was taken aback for a moment, he was already naked, and there was no clothes to take off, only to see Ah Wu take out a dagger, and a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

A straight line of blood appeared instantly from the chin in the middle of the forehead, the technique was crisp and neat, and there was only a slight pain, but the blood that flowed out quickly stained the face and slowly dripped down the chin.

Lin Lang opened his eyes wide in horror, unable to believe it.

The prince... is going to peel off his... skin!

The shrill and tragic screams in the room pierced the night sky, making one's scalp tingle.

Ah Liu, who was surrounded by another shadow guard outside the house, was also pale as paper, and the person next to him sighed: "You have neglected your duty today, and you cannot escape the guilt."

"I know, but the princess..." After following Ji Ziyang these days, the other party's temperament is also clearer, and the princess will definitely not do such a stupid thing.

Ji Ziyang sat on the head of the bed, and this bloody and horrifying scene made him gag uncontrollably. He had seen many dead people, but this was the first time he had seen people skinned on the spot.

The scarlet blood stained the ground, and the whimpering people rolling in the pool of blood were integrated with the blood on the ground, only the eyes protruding from the pain on their faces were wide open.

The piece of human skin and hair were still piled up at his feet, leaving a residual warmth.

What a pain!

What a cruel and inhumane method!

Lin Lang is no longer human!It twitched a few times and became a pile of lifeless flesh and blood.

However, Mo Feng just watched quietly from the beginning to the end, with no pity or waves in his eyes, cruel and bloodthirsty, which was vividly displayed on him.

Ji Ziyang caressed his violently heaving chest, and re-examined the ink seal.

It turns out that those rumors about the cruelty of King Zhenbei are true!The so-called no wind, no waves, nothing can be groundless.

This person in front of him is not only the Zhenbei King of the Ruitian Dynasty, but also a ruthless King Yama.

After the person was completely dead, then Mo Feng slowly turned around and looked at the person on the bed.

With just one glance, the chill had already run from the toes to the top of the head, Ji Ziyang's complexion turned from red to white when he vomited, wiped the stains from the corner of his mouth, and raised his head, "Is it me who will be skinned next?"

"For the princess, I will do it myself, let's go out." The second half of the sentence is to Ah Wu.

Ah Wu handed over the dagger in his hand, and was about to clean up the corpses on the ground, but Mo Feng raised his hand, stopped him, and said word by word: "Let the princess take a good look at it, and you will end up betraying the king."

His cruel gaze was locked on Ji Ziyang's body, especially those red marks, as if a hole was about to be burned.

Ji Ziyang knew that in the current situation, he was no match for the person in front of him, even if he didn't feel uncomfortable, he couldn't beat this person.

Standing opposite him was a wolf without reason!

He smiled miserably, closed his eyes tightly, and said, "You can do it."

The sharp and sharp dagger was glowing pale, piercing into Ji Ziyang's shoulder, and the dull pain spread all over his body. Ji Ziyang gritted his teeth to endure it, but his forehead was sweating profusely.

The dagger slid on the shoulder, and the blood flowed along the arm and stained the bed, and the eyes were blood red.

Of course, the man didn't really want to skin him.

"Ran Mofeng! What are you doing!" Ji Ziyang was a little startled, and called the prince by his real name.

Then the ink seal stopped, and the palm was wiped in the blood, and a seal word appeared on Ji Ziyang's shoulder: "The people of this king must naturally have the mark of belonging to this king."

"You won't kill me?" The pain was still there, but there was a glimmer of hope for life.

The rough fingers became claws, gripping the bleeding shoulder, Ji Ziyang finally couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, holding on to the rest of his strength, and began to defend himself, if he didn't kill, he could listen to his explanation.

"I didn't write a note."

"So, do you think this king will let you go?" However, Mo Feng's tone was still gloomy and did not soften for a moment.

"Then what else do you want?" Ji Ziyang gritted his teeth.

His answer was rude and strong.

Ji Ziyang trembled all over. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He was able to get away with it before, but this time he might really fall.

Reason can never dominate the desires of beasts.

However, Mo Feng has no warmth at all.

Even if it is broken, it will not hesitate.

Ji Ziyang whimpered incessantly, feeling that he was about to die, his cheek was pressed against the bed, and something wet the pillow towel.

This bloody and heartless barbaric plunder has only come to an end since the daylight faded.

Ji Ziyang was lying on the bed, his body was densely covered with red marks, filthy and bloody, it was appalling to look at, his disheveled hair covered his cheeks, and he couldn't see the expression behind the hair.

That motionless appearance was like the pile of flesh and blood on the ground, looking lifeless.

However, the ink seal brushed his face, and that delicate and handsome face with occasional sly smiles was gone.

The eyes that were originally nimble have no focus at this moment, empty and lifeless.

However, Mo Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and only then did he realize his crazy behavior last night, and called softly: "Yang'er?"

No one answered.

"Yang'er?" Another soft call, with a hint of panic from the master.

Ji Ziyang's eyeballs rolled around, and he fixed the man in front of him, but his cold eyes no longer had the expectation and the only remaining dependence.

Lips twitched, and the man moved closer, but the angry voice came clearly word by word: "One day, I will let you live too! No! Like! Die!"

However, Mo Feng felt a pain in his heart, and picked up the person on the bed, only to realize that although Ji Ziyang's face was pale, his body was extremely hot!

This is a night of fever, and another night of hard tossing!

The person who was picked up has passed out!

"Come on! Prepare a car and go back to the palace!"

The king of Zhenbei did not shy away from it, and the rush back to the palace shocked the entire imperial city within a day!

The people of the imperial city, even the children of Huangkou, know that King Zhenbei of the Ruitian Dynasty has never been out of the mansion since he was poisoned, and he has never seen any guests. Today, he did see the carriage of the prince in the city, the carriage galloping, and the curtain turned. Flying down Ran Mo's face, all fell into the eyes of caring people.

inside the palace

However, Mo shattered the desk with his palm, and burst into rage, saying again and again: "Okay, okay, what a king of Zhenbei, he is so cunning, no wonder the killers sent out these years have never returned. The poison in the bowl was fed to the dogs!"

Qiu Yi bowed her head and knelt below, all the eyeliner he arranged in the palace were placed in the main courtyard of the palace, and she never saw the people in the house come out, but today Bai Riran Mofeng appeared in the city.

The strategy in it is self-evident.

ah-

Yijing was lying behind the tent, wiping his nose, holding a bowl of medicine just handed over by the maid, who is scolding me behind my back!