The queen's vest fell off, I picked it up for you

Zhou Cheng felt his throat was hot and uncomfortable as if he drank chili oil.

Duan Yihuang yelled a lot, but he didn't feel any better, and he felt much better after drinking some tea.

"The idea of ​​cutting hair to replace the head is the empress's idea." Zhou Cheng finished the last sip of tea in the bowl, spoke with a hoarse voice, and sold Yun Mumu as soon as he opened his mouth.

Bingqiao only had Zhou Cheng in her eyes, so she quickly poured out for him, "Come on, Doctor Zhou, drink more to moisten your throat."

Zhou Cheng: "Don't drink anymore, drink away."

"It's just tea, not wine, how could it float." Bingqiao said in a low voice.

After hearing Zhou Cheng's words, Duan Yihuang immediately glared at Yun Mumu, filled with sadness for a moment, online emo...

"Yun Mumu, you just look forward to my death, don't you? You weasel gave the chicken New Year's greetings, and you didn't follow your good intentions."

Yun Mumu's head was buzzing, she covered her ears and said loudly: "Your Majesty, aren't you living well now?"

"Then what if this little blackie really beat me up?" Duan Yihuang stared, like a cockfighting cock.

Yun Mumu looked at him with long hair on one side and short ear-length hair on the other, and wanted to laugh, "Your Majesty, why don't you cut the hair on the other side too, you look so funny."

Duan Yihuang rolled his eyes wide.

Well, let's not talk about it, skip this topic, Yun Mumu looked at Zhou Cheng and replied with certainty: "If he really dares to kill you, then he will be the one who dies."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Chengde's handsome face froze for a moment. He looked at Yun Mumu and then at Tyrant.

I suspect that Yun Mumu said something wrong, or he heard it wrong.

In the situation just now, the one who died was also the tyrant, why was he himself?
Did Duan Yihuang stay behind, or did the queen stay behind?
Could it be that there are secret guards hidden in this hall?

Duan Yihuang sneered, and his eyes darkened, "Hehe, woman, I really underestimated you."

Yun Mumu also smiled casually: "Your Majesty, each other."

Only Zhou Cheng was alone, looking at the two of them like a big vengeful.

"You...what are you talking about?" Zhou Cheng expressed his dissatisfaction, and his face became serious.

Duan Yihuang looked at him with contempt on his face, and said to him coldly, "You really think that you little Kalamy can beat me in seconds?"

Or too tender, don't even know how dark this woman is, dare to get on the same boat with her?

Zhou Cheng loudly said dissatisfied: "But there was really no one else in this hall just now, and you are indeed paralyzed?"

Why can't he kill him?why why?
He was the one who wanted to cut his hair on purpose just now, if he had an evil thought in his heart, it would be his head that would fall off.

This tyrant is obviously already a paralyzed person.

Where did the fan's self-confidence come from, thinking that he couldn't kill him?
Duan Yihuang glanced at him coldly with contempt, and said, "So what?"

Zhou Cheng: The baby expressed dissatisfaction.

But I can only express it, but I don't understand what rank they are.

He stopped talking, and began to search for something in the hall, and kept searching.

Even a villainous bandit will always have a few central servants around him.

A king like Duan Yihuang must have many hidden guards.