The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Most of the people around looked at Sang Jian worriedly. After hearing Badhan's words, they didn't dare to think too much.

The little king is still a girl at such a young age, how can he do such a thing as sap someone?

But just now...it did seem like someone was beating someone with a stick.

Sang Jian was being pinched by the neck and pressed against the wall. The expression on his face did not change at all, as if the person he was pinching was not him.

She blinked at Badhan, her voice was a little hoarse, Is it just because of this?

What? Badhan frowned, not understanding what Sang Jian meant.

Sang Jian chuckled, I thought the reason you had to kill me was because you hated me so much, but I didn't expect it was just because I gave you a few blows.

Ah...that's right. This can be regarded as beating you. It's normal for you to hate me. After all, you can kill people who are kind to you. I not only beat you, but also imprisoned you for five years. You hate me for it. Is it to the bone?

You killed my father, you killed Bacoor, have they ever forgiven you in the slightest?

Sang Jian was held up by him and looked at him with stern eyes. There was no fear in those eyes, but a bit of contempt.

What?!

Sang Jian's words shocked everyone around him.

When the old king was assassinated, was it Badhan's hand?

Why did he do this?

Soon everyone fell silent.

He was someone who could even kill his own son, so the reason why he did this was no longer important.

A complete lunatic.

Crazy people never need a reason for what they do.

... Badhan tightened his grip on Sang Jian's neck.

His death was imminent, and he actually exposed the negative information about him.

What is the meaning?

Sang Jian felt that his breathing was not smooth, but his expression remained unchanged.

Her voice was hoarse, All this time, if it weren't for Bacol's sake, you would have died five years ago, old beast.

Heh, it's not a bad idea to give you some support! Badhan said fiercely, planning to kill Sang Jian directly.

He mocked disdainfully: Aren't you good at beating? Use a stick to hit...

Before he finished speaking, Gui Xi suddenly appeared in Sang Jian's hand. The stick was as long as a small arm, and the end of the stick was pressed against Badhan's chest.

This is what you asked for. I have never seen anyone seeking death. Sang Jian smiled slightly.

Badhan's face changed suddenly when he saw the stick, thinking that Sang Jian was mocking him.

My heart is furious!

Die with me...

boom--

Before he finished speaking, a gunshot interrupted what he wanted to say next.

Have you ever seen foreign stuff, old beast?

Sang Jian felt her neck loosen, and she stood firmly on the ground, playing with the breath that turned into an air gun in her hand.

Badhan held his chest and took a few steps back, his face full of disbelief.

Isn't that a...stick?

It's time to finish.

At this moment, Los An's death-like voice came from behind.

The moment Badhan loosened his grip on Sang, he should have been prepared to accept Lothian's wrath.

Suddenly there was a hand on Badhan's head. Before he could react, his head was almost crushed.

Why is it close?

Because when Luosian's fingers dug into his head, his eyes glanced at Sang Jian by the wall, and his sanity instantly recovered a lot.

Don't scare the little king.

After hesitating for a moment, Losian dragged Badhan by the head and left the palace.

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There was deathly silence in the palace, and everyone looked at Sang Jian's hand with fear.