Queen's Purpose

Chapter 372 You don't want to talk to me, why don't others talk to me?
The faces of the people present all changed, Yu Xiaodie and Wu Luo even looked at her in horror, "A Yin..."

She held the tip of Hongsang's sword, the sharp blade easily cut through her palm, and the warm liquid dripped down.

Quan Qingjiu suddenly took a step towards her, but she clenched the sword in her hand even tighter, "Don't move..."

Quan Qing stopped for nine lives.

The blackness in the dark eyes surged, and the thin lips were coldly pursed into a straight line, "For the sake of a young man, you don't hesitate to hurt your own hand?"

Her face was pale, but the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she looked at the two people with dull and terrified faces, "I've hurt you, and I made you laugh. Xiaodie, take Wuluo away, the rest of you It has nothing to do with you."

"Ayin..."

"go!"

Yu Xiaodie bit her lip, looked at them in embarrassment, and dragged Wu Luo away in a hurry.

Hongsang's hand holding the sword was a little stiff, and her face was not very good-looking. If she let go now, all the force of the sword would be applied to the princess's hand, and the injury would be even worse.But if she keeps holding on like this, she really can't stand Jiuqiantui's eyes.

Fortunately, at this time, the man said coldly, "Let go."

Xia Fanyin glanced at him, and slowly let go of his hand.

But when she held it just now, she only felt a sudden pain, but now when she let go, it seemed that the pain was magnified several times, cutting her palm in slow motion.

Quan Qingjiu saw that her face was wrinkled together in pain, her thin lips were pursed even tighter, she suddenly pulled out the handkerchief in her purse, and wrapped her bleeding hand when she let go completely, her reprimand was extremely cold, " You don't know how to speak well, do you have to use this way?"

"How can I talk to you nicely?"

She bent her lips and her face was pale, "Don't you... don't you want to talk to me at all?"

Quan Qing was shocked.

Hong Sang looked at her stern and decisive gaze when she said this, and suddenly had a strange illusion—did the princess do it on purpose?
It's really not worth hurting your hand like this for a young man, as long as you speak well, Nine Thousand Years may not refuse to let him go.

But maybe...the young lady is just an opportunity?

In the past few days, the relationship between the two has dropped to a freezing point. If it is because of this, it must be said that Her Royal Highness is really smart.

"Red mulberry."

The man suddenly picked up Xia Fanyin, and when he passed by her, he spat out indifferent and cold words from his thin lips, "If there is another time, and you can't even look down on the sword in your hand, then you didn't hold it It's necessary."

Hong Sang's face turned pale, "This subordinate should be damned!"

Walking out of the water and clouds, the cold winter wind blew on her face, and it was painful, but not as painful as her palm.

Xia Fanyin clenched tightly to relieve the pain, but the man gave him a cold look, "It deserves it."

She frowned, "You let me down, I hurt my hand not my leg, who will allow you to take advantage of me by hugging me?"

Quan Qingjiu, "..."

"You can't stop your mouth after being injured like this. Do you feel that you are very proud of being injured for a young man?"

She pulled her lips slightly and smiled, "Yeah, I'm just proud, how did you find out?"

Quan Qing's nine eyes suddenly became colder, "Next time, even if your hand is useless, this deity will still want his life."

The woman smiled faintly, "It's your fault, you don't want to talk to me, why don't you allow others to talk to me?"

Quan Qingjiu paused slightly.

(End of this chapter)