Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Therefore, he wanted to snatch everything from Donggong Ziche.

Doesn't the cheap dog want power, so does Gong Zihua!

The cheap dog wants to be the king, and he, Gong Zihua, will not give up his throne...

A bitch playing with women, he...he really has no interest in women?

……

Gong Zihua survived day after day relying on the New Year of hatred.Time is the best healer, even if someone who once hated him to the core, one day when he pronounces his name again, he doesn't feel like he cares anymore.

As an adult, Gong Zihua dislikes mentioning Donggong Ziche less and less.

They seem to have become the strangest people in the world.

Even though they all lived in the main city of the underground kingdom, Gong Zihua tried to miss the opportunity to meet Donggong Ziche as much as possible.Later, he simply petitioned to live on the ground, out of sight.

Master Donggong was very satisfied when he saw that they were like enemies.

For him, Gong Zihua is useless, almost like a useless person.

But it's not a completely useless chess piece——

Gong Zihua was not killed, but it was used to blackmail Donggong Ziche at any time, so as to facilitate control.

【Ache, I have a lot to say these years... I just want to tell you...】

Gong Zihua's body was shivering, and the bursts of cold air made his face stiff and purple.

The gate of the hall opened, and a few people came in behind Ximen Longting.

As soon as he got close to the crystal coffin, the huge cold was overwhelming.

Gong Zihua curled up under the coffin, facing the ice protecting the coffin.He curled up here all night, like a child who lost his home, his hands and feet were frozen.

Ximen Longting frowned: "Where are people?"

Didn't he send someone to guard here?

Wilson searched around, only to see the stunned guard in the corner: "Young master...the man is here, he was stunned."

Ximen Longting: "..."

Brain pit?Sleeping in this kind of place, waiting to die?

Stretching out her feet and kicking the people on the ground, Gong Zihua was so icy that her hair was covered with icy scum.

Ximen Longting stepped on him and heard a creaking sound.

His brows were furrowed, his expression was very bad, and he withdrew his feet: "Pick him up and throw him into the hot water to soak!"

A few guards rushed up to carry Gong Zihua, while Nuoer was leading a priest and waiting for a large group of people to arrive, and the time came for the funeral ceremony.

The underground kingdom has a special geographical location, and all funerals are cremated, not buried.

Donggong Ziche is the king, so naturally he should build a mausoleum and put it in a crystal coffin to live forever.

His body will be placed in the sacrificial hall, heavily guarded and checked, and it will be difficult to meet again in the future.

……

Gong Zihua had a dream, dreaming that when he was a child, it was freezing cold, his little hands were easy to get cold, and Dong Gong Ziche would always press his hands to his chest to stick them.

He was shivering from the cold, and his whole body was so cold that he was like a gossamer...

After soaking in warm water for an hour, he gradually regained consciousness.

He squinted his eyes halfway, as if seeing Dong Gongziche leaning over to look at him, reaching out to touch his face: "Ache, are you feeling better?"

Gong Zihua's eyes were bloodshot, she held down his hand, and was about to throw herself into his arms frantically.

A large wave of water splashed out, and Gong Zihua rushed out of the bathtub naked~

The welcome in front of him disappeared, and the two male servants who were massaging him were shocked.

Gong Zihua slipped on the soles of her feet and hit the ground so hard that her limbs were almost broken...

Half an hour later, he appeared in front of Ximen Longting leaning on a cane, floating into a certain room like a sad ghost with a blank expression on his face.