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Chapter 2955 Rongde Ankang

Chapter 2955 Rongde Ankang (12)

Just when Zong Zhenglu widened his eyes and guessed what Jin Qing meant.

But Jin Qing stretched out his foot suddenly and kicked him off the city wall.

Zong Zhenglu has a strong body, weighing a full [-] jin.

At this time, Jin Qing was suddenly kicked off the six-meter-high city wall, and the strength of his whole body was concentrated in one point again.

His eyes widened suddenly, and his hands fluttered unconsciously, as if he wanted to pull the rope that was holding him.

Although the pain has not yet come, he has already imagined the pain that will be brought to him when those things are forcibly pulled out of his body.

Who would have thought that just when the rope was stretched straight and made him feel a little painful, his body was suddenly lifted up.

Xu Shi's pride was threatened, and Zong Zhenglu, who had suffered countless pains on the battlefield, finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

Are you saved?

Unexpectedly, Jin Qing whispered devilishly in his ear: "Let's do it again."

Zong Zhenglu had heard this voice many times.

When the second prince was alive, he felt that there was a feather in this voice, which made his heart itch unbearably.

Last night, the sound was like falling beads and broken cloth.

The shrill cry satisfied him.

But now, the voice was like a ghost, and he was terrified when he heard it.

For a while, Zong Zhenglu even wanted to ask Jin Qing to give him a good time.

707: ".Host?" Is this still its host?
Jin Qing: "Get out, I didn't see I was busy!"

707 instantly breathed a sigh of relief: after confirming the password, he is still online.

It's just that after the upgrade, its host is obviously more sick than before!
After tossing Zongzhenglu several times in a row, Jin Qing finally felt bored.

I saw that she gave Zongzhenglu a little spirit again, and waved at Zongzhenglu: "I'm tired, let's go!"

Then he kicked Zongzhenglu off the city wall for the last time.

After several rounds of torture, Zong Zhenglu's heart was on the verge of collapse.

This time he fell, feeling the tearing pain, he even felt a little joy in his heart, was he finally going to be freed?

The falling speed was very fast, but in Zong Zhenglu's eyes, everything turned into slow motion.

In his eyes, the replays of his memories from the previous decades even appeared.

Although his body hurts, as long as he lands, everything will be over.

wait for next life
Zong Zhenglu closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the arrival of the next life.

But just a second before he was about to hit the ground, someone grabbed his ankle suddenly.

The blood was still spraying, but he stayed ten centimeters from the ground.

Zong Zhenglu didn't open his eyes, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and quietly seeped into his scalp.

Jin Qing's voice came from my ear again: "Surprise, I still have unused golden sore medicine here, so I'll use it for you!"

Accompanied by the severe pain, Zongzhenglu fell into despair: Could it be that he couldn't even ask for death?

Seeing this scene of ruining the Three Views, Song Ankang's whole body trembled, and he threw the thing out of his hand in an instant.

It turns out that his life is really not painful, and people like Zong Zhenglu who can't wait for death are really painful.

Jin Qing didn't know that she had unintentionally helped Song Ankang beat chicken blood, and she returned to Song Ankang with Zong Zhenglu like a blood gourd.

Put the person on the ground and look at it carefully.

Song Ankang kept telling himself in his heart that he must not meddle in other people's business.

But after all, he couldn't match the curiosity in his heart: he moved to Jin Qing's side and said, "What are you going to do with this person?"

Jin Qing shook his head: "I haven't thought about it yet, we have to wait until he wakes up."

Song Ankang's voice was hesitant: "...why wait for him to wake up."

Even though he knew that Song Ankang might not be able to see it, Jin Qing still gave the other party a contemptuous look: "He's not awake, who am I going to show to?"

How can there be such a stupid person in the world.

Song Ankang: "..." Are you an evil ghost that climbed up from the underworld, and you actually have to torture him while he is awake?

But having said that, if he has this ability, he should make his enemies even worse.

Thinking of this, Song Ankang suddenly thought of an important question: "Where are your father and the others?"

He still has a bill to settle, but he doesn't know what attitude this person has towards the father and son.

Jin Qing picked up the mandible from the side, stroked Zong Zhenglu's face non-stop, and still responded to Song Ankang's words: "They are dead."

At the end, I did not forget to add: "Do you know how to sew?"

Although she can set bones, needlework is her shortcoming, so she is relatively blank in suturing.

707: "." What exactly gave you the courage to misunderstand yourself so deeply? Is it really Erguotou?

Song Ankang's expression froze for a moment: Dead!

How could he accept that the unreliable man who dragged him into hell with his mother and aunt died unexpectedly.

Who will he seek revenge on in the future?

After sixteen years in the cold palace, he hadn't even seen clearly what that man looked like.

Why did he die suddenly!

Xu Shi's mood was so complicated that Song Ankang asked this sentence unknowingly.

But I heard Jin Qing reply as a matter of course: "I accidentally blew up the house, do you want to help them take revenge?"

It doesn't matter, if you have any questions, you can speak up, and she can send the donkey down to reunite with Emperor Maoxiang and the others.

Song Ankang heard the danger in Jin Qing's words, he was so clever that all his hairs stood on end: "It's nothing, I just asked casually."

He won't have a dispute with this cheap sister in front of him because of a dog father who has no feelings for him.

While the two were chatting, the sky had completely darkened.

Seeing Jin Qing still tinkering with Zongzhenglu's chin, Song Ankang sighed, and resignedly took a needle with thread from the skirt of his coat: "Let me do it."

He lives in the cold palace, surrounded by former empresses, these people know everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to culinary celebrities.

Especially Empress Sun, who once raised him as a girl.

After a long time, although I haven't mastered embroidery, I still know some simple patterns.

Therefore, I often carry needles and threads on my body.

Who would have thought that it would really come in handy today.

Seeing Song Ankang taking over the work, Jin Qing calmly looked into the distance, but his eyes were fixed on Song Ankang: "This side wants a lightning bolt, and the other side wants to visit here."

Finally someone uglier than her.

Song Ankang, who was sewing for the first time in his life, couldn't help twisting his own thread: "It's so long, what else do you think you can sew."

I don't even know if the stitches are enough.

Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at Zong Zhenglu who was lying flat. This man had a hairstyle similar to that of the Qing Dynasty.

The hair on the front of the head and the temples has been shaved, leaving only an egg-sized piece of long hair at the back of the head, braided and let it hang down.

Jin Qing tilted his head to look at that section of hair, and suddenly pressed Zong Zhenglu's head, and tore off the braid: "Now it's wired."

The hair was ripped off by Jin Qing, and the back of Zong Zhenglu's head was bloody and bloody.

Zong Zhenglu unexpectedly regained consciousness again, and Jin Qing's voice came from his ear: "It's okay, I have golden sore medicine."

(End of this chapter)

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