bad bad prince unbridled love

Chapter 587 Okay, Enough

Feng Qingqing interrupted Xiaodan: "Okay, that's enough."

Xuanyuan Hao had already fallen into his fantasy, Feng Qingqing sneered irrevocably, turned and left.

Some people, even in the end, would not think it was their own fault, they would just shirk the problem on others. Feng Qingqing did not intend to spend much time with Xuanyuan Hao, all she needed to do was to send him on his way and let him go to Yama Accept your mistakes before the palace!
Xuanyuan Hao didn't expect that he could still fall asleep. When he woke up, his legs had lost consciousness. He didn't bother to check whether he was useless, because——the heavy cage that held him was gone.

Not only that, Feng Qingqing and his party also disappeared.

Xuanyuan Hao's eyes widened, he, he escaped from Feng Qingqing's clutches?Can't be caught back, run away...he has to run away quickly...

He didn't have time to think about it, dragging his two weak legs, and climbing out with his hands, as long as he escaped from Jiangzhou, he would find a place to hide... Alive, alive, he wants to live!

Yusha hid indifferently and watched from a distance. This man was so stupid that he thought he had escaped and wanted to escape with a pair of useless legs. He never thought that there is not much food in Jiangzhou now. In the eyes of some people, his inability to protect himself is just a moving piece of meat. He was deliberately thrown in a desolate place. If he had some brains and ate turf and roots, he might still be able to survive. Now It seems that he has chosen to throw himself into the trap.

Xuanyuan Hao couldn't think of so much, he only thought that he would survive in a place where there were people.

When climbing, there would be stones rolling under him, Xuanyuan Hao was in great pain, and suddenly heard the panting sound of a wild beast behind him, he turned his head and saw that it was an old wolf!He has no legs now, how could he outrun a wolf! ——Though thinking so, Xuanyuan Hao turned his head and got up crazily. He didn't want to die. If he could live, why would he be willing to die like this?Died in the belly of a beast? !
The old wolf hadn't eaten for a long time, and was already dying. He met Xuanyuan Hao and decided to have him as his last supper. Unfortunately, his strength was exhausted, and he could barely keep up with Xuanyuan Hao's climbing speed.

The old wolf couldn't catch up with him, so Xuanyuan Hao kept crawling forward. The old wolf bit his thigh several times, and was thrown away by him. The feeling of being chased by death is the most painful. Xuanyuan Hao collapsed, several times For the second time, he wanted to stop this torture and let the old wolf eat him, but he was unwilling to die under the mouth of the beast...

In a trance, he didn't see Poe in front of him, and fell directly.

Feeling dizzy from the fall, but still not fainted, Xuanyuan Hao felt that he couldn't move, clearly felt the hot and humid sharp teeth biting into the flesh, and screamed silently over the wasteland.

Bitch!Bitch!Bitch!It was all caused by that bitch Feng Qingqing!
The feeling of being bitten and devoured alive was so terrifying that Xuanyuan Hao was going crazy.

He could only curse wildly, using this method to divert attention.

"Brother, there is someone here."

"Kill that wolf and bring it back together."

Someone...someone is talking!

Xuanyuan Hao was powerless to raise his hand to ask for help. He never thought about why Jiangzhou was famined, but these people had ruddy complexions, and they didn't look like they were short of food...

He passed out.

When he woke up again, there were several big men sitting around, chatting around the pot of boiling broth. Seeing Xuanyuan Hao woke up, they exchanged glances and smiled maliciously.

"Little brother, are you awake?"

The man brought a bowl of hot soup: "Come, drink some soup to warm your body."

Xuanyuan Hao hasn't eaten something good for a long time, so he took it and drank it down without thinking too much.

A bone was caught in his throat, and he stopped swallowing to spit it into his hand—a phalanx.

(End of this chapter)