Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 163 Kneeling (2)
What's more, a small oriental pole!
Xiao Ye raised her head: "I'm talking nonsense? From the moment we came in, the guards hidden in the dark, the archers buried on the tower, and, including the wine specially brought to us, don't you think we are all dead? ?!"

"You..." The servant raised his hand and pointed at her.

"Me! What's the matter with me? You ugly and stinky hermaphrodite want to take advantage of my sister's absence and try to do something to us?"

"You..." The waiter was so angry that his fingers were trembling.

"Me! Let me tell you, today, if you dare to touch me, I will definitely make you Chen Guo look good!"

……

Xiao Ye was grinning, but her eyes drifted away from the palace wall.

Dongfangji shouted angrily, and instantly threw out his wide sleeves!

And the moment he waved his sleeves, a voice sounded: "Mr. Dongfang."

That is, the voice of Empress Zhaohua.

Zhao Huahou, who was wearing a wide-sleeved blouse, walked out from behind alone.

She still looks graceful and extremely noble, but if you look closely, you will find that this empress, who has always been unhappy, turned pale, as if she was shocked by something.

"Queen." Dongfang Ji yelled out of his temper, and then said, "Today, although the hairpin banquet is not popular, I want this girl to kneel down for me! Kowtow 99 heads!"

"Kneel down, kneel down!"

"Kowtow kowtow!"

The voices of the crowd surged in an instant.

Xiao Ye looked at everyone and said with a smile: "Today, if this stinky old man dares not kneel down for me and kowtow nine hundred and ninety-nine times, then I will make you Chen Guo lose all face!"

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Inside the small bronze door is another world.

Outside this world, there are scattered wind sounds, such as green bamboo shadows, withered lotus roots, and ivy vines.

A bit of coldness fell on Song Wanzhi's brow, and she raised her hand only to realize that it was snowing.

I don't know if it's only snowing here, or it's snowing in all the thousands of heavens and earths.

She closed her eyes and smelled a strong smell of blood.

More than half a year ago, when she saw Xiao Ye, the little girl looked at her coldly and arrogantly, and said to her: "What are you, why should I listen to you?"

The city behind is shining brightly in the setting sun, and the vagrants are like ants, anxious like a bereaved dog, and they seem to be destroyed in an instant.

It was just a toy for this little girl.

Holding this tens of thousands of defeats for her own happiness, Song Wanzhi took out three big coins from her pocket.

It was an ancient coin of Liang State, with the words "Kaiyuan" printed on it. It was the first batch of coins minted by the founding emperor of Liang State. Song Wanzhi lined up the three big coins on the city wall and said with a smile: "We also come to play How about a game?"

The little girl on the opposite side had a beautiful makeup, but she just sneered: "Playing games? It's not fun if you don't win or lose!"

Song Wanzhi pointed to the descendants of the city, and said, "If you lose, I will be your slave. From now on, you can drive one person, kill one person, and play for a long time. This slave can have every day Different ways to play."

Is there anything more interesting to this lonely little girl than "playing"?
She shrank her pupils and smiled, but what she carried was this bloody smell.

That is, the immortal breath belonging to their tribe.

(End of this chapter)