The tyrant is too fierce!I'm happy with my dear concubine

Chapter 98
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There is a faint fragrance in the temple, which is very helpful for sleeping.

Chu Zhiyu was very heartbroken, and after sending Lu Huiming away, she went to bed and slept.

Waking up in a daze in the middle of the night, it seemed as if the window was blown open by the wind, and gusts of cold wind poured into the house.

I touched the quilt on my body a few times but didn't touch it.

She was sleepy and sat up with her eyes closed, she was about to get out of bed and close the window, that little girl Lan Ye slept so soundly tonight.

Suddenly, he touched a cold object in his hand.

The soft bullet with human tissue, but cold as a dead thing.

Chu Zhiyu's drowsiness was suddenly awakened by fright, she opened her eyes suddenly, and scolded: "Who?!"

Reiki is also condensed at the fingertips.

The room was suddenly brightly lit, and the gloomy face of the tyrant appeared in front of her, sitting on the bed next to Chu Zhiyu.

Sanshui, who stood on the edge of the window and opened the window to make Concubine Chu sober, bowed her head silently.

"go out."

Chu Zhiyu almost had a cardiac arrest. She didn't know what the tyrant's hobby was, but he suddenly appeared by her bedside in the middle of the night.

It's really scary.

The tyrant's deep and indifferent voice contained hostility.

Due to the imminent eruption of the volcano in general.

At this time, Chu Zhiyu also smelled the strong bloody smell outside, and she was keenly aware that there was a lot less familiar smell outside.

These days, the people who protected her openly and secretly, or watched her, were gone.

Chu Zhiyu's heart sank, she was about to get up and go out following the tyrant's words with a blank face.

The snow-skinned, black-haired emperor was already on the verge of rage, and his gaze was on Chu Zhiyu's body like a knife blade.

Sanshui retreated tensely, not daring to make any movement at all, for fear of being hurt.

"His Majesty?"

Chu Zhiyu was half-sitting on the bed, with some uneasiness and doubt on her face.

Qin Sheng lifted the corners of his lips with a half-smile, and there was an unstoppable killing intent in his deep eyes, and he grabbed Chu Zhiyu's neck.

Watching her in astonishment, fear, bewilderment, and begging.

"Blame the gods and betray the fate of me, have you thought about it?"

Chu Zhiyu had difficulty breathing, and a look of suffocation appeared on her fair face, and her weak and boneless hands helplessly grasped the big hands around her neck that could know her life at any time.

He whimpered and shook his head trying to explain.

Qin Sheng's hands tightened slowly, his scarlet eyes were filled with thick, vicious hostility and tyranny, Chu Zhiyu even felt that he would die in his hands today.

The spiritual energy that has not been fully recovered becomes soft and harmless air when it touches the emperor's body.

A tear fell from the corner of her eye.

With a release of his hands, he let the tyrant brutally clenched his neck.

Only a pair of gentle and sad eyes were exposed, as if there were all kinds of tenderness and sadness that could not be expressed in words.

Qin Sheng wished he could strangle her to death.

"Where did he touch you?"

The hoarse voice scanned Chu Zhiyu's delicate body, from her undulating fullness to her slender waist half hidden under the quilt, and even below.

Chu Zhiyu seized this opportunity to breathe, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, and she bit her red lips aggrievedly.

A slight mockery flashed in Qin Sheng's eyes, thinking that she would try to quibble to death like those people.

Suddenly, he felt that he rushed to the temple in the middle of the night was a bit inexplicable and boring, and he couldn't express the disappointment in his heart, and he didn't know what the disappointment was.

He let go and stood up, only then did Chu Zhiyu realize that he was dressed casually and apparently got up temporarily.

Xuanyi was half open, revealing a thin and cold white chest, a strand of black hair hanging down, covering his shadowy profile.

"His Majesty……"

She rushed forward, boldly hugging King Qin's waist desperately.

Qin Sheng's anger was ignited at this moment, and he said coldly, "You're courting death!"

As soon as he raised his hand, he would ruthlessly throw Chu Zhiyu away.

(End of this chapter)