After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 278 Bitch, Dare!
King Qi snorted, feeling that Su Jiuer was challenging his power.

Only others kneel at his feet to serve him and satisfy him. When is it his turn to "serve" others?
This word sounds very uncomfortable to him.

He squinted his eyes and stared at Su Jiu'er with Chiguoguo's aggressive eyes for a while, and then a smile that made people think about it appeared on the corner of his lips.

With his hands already on Su Jiu'er's back wrist, he untied the rope for her.

Wushuang was startled, and couldn't help but take a step forward, "Your Highness, absolutely not."

Before he could finish his sentence, King Qi gave him a glance, his voice was low and cold, "Wu Shuang, just take care of the affairs that you should take care of, and don't stretch your hands too far."

Su Jiu'er also glanced at Wushuang, adding fuel and jealousy, "Why are you so timid, can I eat any of you?"

Wushuang was annoyed, thinking that you are a prisoner after all, how can you speak so confidently?

But he no longer dared to speak too much.

After all, he has said everything that needs to be said, King Qi is in high spirits now, how can he listen to his words?

Besides, after untying the rope in Su Jiu'er's hand, wouldn't there be a rope around her waist tied to the wooden frame? She doesn't know martial arts, so there won't be any major troubles if she thinks about it.

It's just that King Qi should not listen to her gentle wind and delay tonight's plan.

He took a step back and thought.

Su Jiu'er lowered her eyebrows and looked down, waiting for King Qi to untie the rope in her hands.

Hearing her whimpering twice, King Qi pinched her jaw again and said with an ambiguous smile, "Use your strength to serve Yan Yunxiao, well, serve this king."

Su Jiu'er listened, and couldn't help thinking about the night Yan Yunxiao rioted and invaded her, and she slapped Yan Yunxiao with all her strength.

This hand strength must be something you will never forget.

She pursed her lips, brushed the hair on her earlobe with lowered eyes, and said in a low voice, "Since His Highness said so, can I not follow?"

At this moment, King Qi finally tasted the pleasure of domestication.

He pressed down again, and the two of them nestled together in this half-sized armchair. Su Jiuer's hands were cold and slightly stiff. She groped through King Qi's open robe and touched the fine silk brocade inside him. Silk shirt, a little down.

Although there are millions of soldiers and guards downstairs, who dares to look up?
Humanistic Yan Yunxiao is a tyrant, but in King Qi's case, King Qi's methods are also outrageous, and no one dares to go one step further.

Even Wushuang avoided her eyes, and stood squarely at the entrance of the tower.

Su Jiu'er felt her heart beating like a drum, and her cold body just now became hot instantly.

Letting King Qi bury her head in rubbing against her earlobe, she rested one hand on King Qi's chest, and slowly lowered the other hand, touching her calf as if pulling up her skirt.

When the handle of the knife felt solid in her palm, Su Jiu'er's eyes narrowed, and all her muscles tensed up.

Being so close, Su Jiu'er's sudden heartbeat was like a synergist for the atmosphere to King Qi. He pressed against Su Jiu'er's earlobe, grinding together in a hoarse voice.

"My heart beats so fast, are you afraid of me?"

There was still a low smile in his tone.

Su Jiu'er didn't say a word, but suddenly exerted all her strength and waved her arms at the speed of light.

Up-down!
The dagger reflected cold light and shadow under the jumping flames, and flashed past Wushuang's cold and hard side face.

In the next moment, King Qi's sudden painful muffled sound was heard.

The sound of the dagger sinking into the flesh was dull and tearing.

The blood soaked King Qi's clothes in an instant, trickled down from his shoulders, dripped down on Su Jiu'er's pale face, and then meandered down, trickling down into her jade neck.

King Qi frowned, gritted his teeth and moved his shoulders. He looked down at Su Jiuer in his arms, who was slyly bending her sparkling peach eyes, pursing her lips and smiling triumphantly.

The bright red blood fell on her face, like a blood butterfly resting on her beautiful face, embellishing her stunningly.

The blood on her face was reflected in King Qi's eyes, making the bottom of his eyes seem to be stained with blood.

He frowned, resisting the burning pain in his shoulder, and stretched out his hand to grab Su Jiu'er's slender neck.

"Bitch, dare you?"

These four characters were extremely gloomy, and he squeezed them out one by one through the gap between his teeth.

But Su Jiu'er just coughed twice, with a smile, and sneered in a low voice.

"You do not deserve."

These words intensified the stimulation of the pain to King Qi.

The moment the voice fell, the veins on the back of his hand popped up, as if he had killed him, and he used absolute strength to strangle Su Jiu'er to death under him.

The breath was instantly contained in her throat, Su Jiu'er's face was pale, and her expression was a little uncontrollable in pain.

The disparity in strength was so great that she couldn't break free.

The feeling of suffocation engulfed her little by little, Su Jiu'er clenched the handle of the knife in her hand again, pulled it out again, and stabbed in!
Like the instinctive resistance of the human body before dying, Su Jiu'er no longer remembers how many times she stabbed King Qi. In short, when that hand was able to move, she waved the dagger in a daze.

Although Wushuang was waiting at the entrance of the tower, he didn't always stare at the two of them on the armchair. From the moment Su Jiu'er swung the dagger at King Qi, the two had an argument and settled in the armchair. Killing each other inside is just a short conversation.

When Wushuang reacted, King Qi's entire back was already stained red with blood.

"Your Highness!"

A flying knife flew out of Wushuang's hand, and with a "dang", it knocked into the air the dagger that Su Jiuer raised again. Su Jiuer felt as if her wrist was dislocated by the impact, and even the whole Arms are a little numb.

Sure enough, there is no comparison between practicing Jiazi and their three-legged cat kung fu.

Otherwise, if she had stabbed King Qi so many times, how could this guy still not be dead!

He also straddled her in front of her, pinching her whole body into the armchair.

Really dying.

The lack of oxygen has reached the point where the eyes are dizzy and the mind is in chaos.

At the moment when Su Jiu'er's thoughts stagnated, King Qi suddenly swayed twice, and the chair was knocked over by his rude movements.

Wushuang rushed to the front and helped King Qi who almost fell down together, while Su Jiuer rolled directly to the ground following the overturned chair.

"Boom."

Her forehead hit the ground, and there was a muffled sound, which woke her chaotic brain a little bit.

What followed was a violently heaving chest, and Su Jiuer greedily sucked in the cold and cool air, like a prisoner who had been released from death.

The dizzy pupils gradually became brighter, and at the same time, he slowly saw the hideous King Qi in front of him.

Everything happened so quickly and so coherently that there wasn't even a single breathless episode.

They just looked at each other for a second, and then heard the arrow feathers flying across the night sky, driving the airflow and making a sharp whistling sound.

Some of the arrow feathers still had fireballs on them. Looking up, one could feel the flames soaring into the sky, falling like meteors.

Someone shouted under the tower, "Warning! Everyone is on alert!"

"It's the arrow formation, they are coming to rob people! Everyone be alert! Prepare to line up!"

(End of this chapter)