Pluto's off-line concubine

Chapter 320 Nine Choices, Flowers and Leaves Don't Meet

"Uh!" Zhang Cuihua choked, she didn't expect Lord Fucheng to talk to her, and the dull Gu Junjie was even more dumbfounded. Zhang Cuihua looked at Gu Junjie who was beside him with a blank face, and then took a deep breath. Tsukuru kowtowed calmly, and replied softly, "Yes! It's a slave!"

Although her voice was very soft and trembling, it already showed that she was still very scared and nervous, but even so, there was an air of neither humbleness nor overbearing in her tone, it seemed that she had already made up her mind to die up!

The eyes of the person in the sedan chair moved slightly, and there seemed to be a touch of appreciation in his eyes, but it was only a flash, as if it was just an illusion!

The person in the sedan chair closed his eyes again, continued to play with the crystal clear jade in his hands, and said unhurriedly——

"This king can intercede with the emperor and pardon your crime of exile."

Zhang Cuihua was shocked, she raised her head abruptly and looked at the car curtain in front of her in disbelief, and kowtowed desperately with joy, "Is it really...? I thank you, my lord..."

"Don't be too happy!" The person in the sedan chair interrupted her mercilessly, and said coldly, "The premise is that you have to agree to one condition!"

The gloomy voice without a trace of emotion inside, heard people's ears as if it came from the bottom, and broke into people's body dullly!

Zhang Cuihua was suffocated, feeling inexplicably ominous, she said anxiously, "My lord...what does the lord want the servant to promise?"

There was a sinister sneer on the lips of the person in the sedan chair, and he took out a dagger inlaid with sapphires from his arms, and then gently stroked the dagger sheath engraved with strange patterns, as if muttering to himself, It seemed to be telling others, "Five years ago, this king was ordered to exterminate the invading barbarians, and he got a dagger handed down from ancient times from the beheaded barbarian leader. This king is very happy." If you like it, you will always carry it with you! It's just... hey!" The person in the sedan chair seemed to sigh lightly, and then seemed to laugh lightly, and continued, "It's just that this is a spiritual handle. The dagger, it must drink blood once every seven days, otherwise...otherwise...today seems to be exactly seven days!"

Prince Fucheng was talking in a babbling manner, his tone seemed to be chatting with others, but his inexplicable words really made everyone a little confused!

Only the man on the horseback smiled faintly...

No matter how much Zhang Cuihua pretended to be calm, she couldn't stand such a scene. After all, she was just a servant girl. To her, being able to meet such a powerful person like Prince Fu Cheng was "a virtue that she has cultivated for several lifetimes". It's pretty good that she didn't pass out from nervousness, so she didn't have the extra energy to think about other things!

At this moment, she couldn't understand at all, kowtowed with a blank face, and asked softly, "What does the lord mean..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt a black shadow approaching her eyes. Zhang Cuihua felt her bosom sinking. She instinctively reached out to catch the thing flying into her bosom. When she looked down, she was holding a dagger carved with many strange patterns in her hand. , the blue gem inlaid on the handle of the dagger emits a faint blue light under the scorching sun. The blue light is very soft and the halo is very small, but it is enough to cover the entire handle of the dagger!

Zhang Cuihua let out a scream as if she had picked up a hot hand! She instinctively wanted to throw away the sharp weapon that suddenly flew into her hand, but a certain nerve was still awake to remind her: This is the dagger of Lord Fu Cheng, throw it away On the ground, that would be disrespectful to Prince Fu Cheng, and he would be beheaded!

She just came back from the gate of hell, and she can't go through that kind of fear from all directions and that kind of overwhelming helplessness again!

Zhang Cuihua tremblingly held the dagger, her hands were shaking violently, and the dagger was beating lightly in her palm, she looked like a child who was about to eat candy. The light also began to flicker, as if it had smelled the delicious taste of blood, it was jumping up and down, ready to move...

"My lord... my lord..." Zhang Cuihua finally realized something, and begged with tears!

The person in the sedan chair stopped talking nonsense, and his tone seemed to be even colder, and he said bluntly, "Go! As long as you let it drink enough of Gu Junjie's blood, this king will go and plead with the emperor to spare you the crime of exile! "

"Woooo~~~" Zhang Cuihua finally burst into tears and looked at Gu Junjie with a dull face beside her with tears in her eyes, turned around and held the dagger high, kowtowed desperately, and said as she kowtowed , "My lord, please spare this servant! The servant really can't do it, the servant can't do it!"

"Go!" The person in the sedan chair suddenly shouted angrily!

The shout seemed to be full of anger, even the horse beside the sedan chair neighed in surprise, and began to shake uncomfortably. Gradually quiet down!

Zhang Cuihua was so frightened that her whole body trembled violently, the dagger in her hand almost fell to the ground, and her crying stopped suddenly!

Gu Junjie, who was unresponsive, came back to his senses amid the roar of anger. He looked at the car curtain full of texture in a daze, and then looked at Zhang Cuihua, who was already stunned beside him, blinking his eyes. After a few times, I finally understood what was going on!

He gently shook Zhang Cuihua, who was stupefied, with distress. Zhang Cuihua was suddenly pulled by someone, and was startled again. She looked up at the concerned man in front of her. Still didn't say anything, just shed tears silently...

Seeing Zhang Cuihua's tears, Gu Junjie began to panic, while clumsily pulling his dirty cuffs to wipe the tears off Zhang Cuihua's face, he comforted him softly, "Tuier, don't cry, I'm here! I'm here!"

The onlookers couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and turned their heads away one after another. Many girls and aunts had already wiped away their tears...

Zhang Cuihua cried even more when she heard what Gu Junjie said!

Seeing Zhang Cuihua's tears welling up, Gu Junjie was at a loss and simply wiped them off with his plump hands, but no matter how he wiped them, the tears seemed to never be wiped away...

The supervisor finally couldn't stand it anymore, went to the sedan chair, knelt down, cupped his fists and said, "My lord, I know I have no place to speak here! But I'm risking my life today to beg for them! My lord, please!" My lord, forgive me, let them go! My lord, please spare them! My lord, please be merciful! My lord, please be merciful!"