Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 497 Rolling off the King
Although the Nu family is taking advantage of others' danger, it can't be blamed on the Nu family. Who told the dear Vatican not to wake up and accompany the Nu family, this really makes the Nu family feel lonely.

Does King Brahma know that as long as you kill you, the slave family can claim credit in front of the leader.

Alas, the Brahma King doesn't know that the slave family was taught a bad lesson by the leader last time. If you don't compensate the slave family well, the slave family will not obey you. "

There was an ambiguous and dangerous atmosphere in the air, the scorpion scissors in Feng Yumiao's hand slowly fell down, and the soft quilt was cut in half by the sharp edge of the scorpion scissors.

Feather catkins in the soft quilt fluttered, obscuring Feng Yumiao's enchanting and cruel face, raised the scorpion scissors in his hand, and stabbed towards the heart of the sleeping Fan Qingtian.

Danger arose immediately, and Fan Qingtian fell into danger instantly.

And at this critical moment, a spoon was caught in the internal force, like a shadow, smashed towards Feng Miu's hand.

The atmosphere suddenly changed again, seeing the spoon that was thrown towards her, Feng Yaomiao's beautiful eyes narrowed, the scorpion scissors in her hand turned around, and frantically blocked the spoon.

"Keng..." The scorpion scissors and the spoon made a murderous sound, and then the spoon fell to the ground beside the bed and smashed into pieces.

Dressed in dark red, satin lightly holding a medicinal soup in his hand, looking at Feng Miumiao who was on the bed against Fan Qingtian's body with piercing gaze, he shouted coldly, "Who are you, to dare to come to the palace to assassinate the king? You are impatient!"

Slightly raising her head, Feng Miu squinted at Sain Qing with her winking eyes.

She didn't show the slightest panic because she was bumped into by Duanqing and saw that she wanted to assassinate Fan Qingtian, Feng Piaomiao changed her posture, propped her chin with one hand, her jade white thigh was still straddling Fan Qingtian's body.

She winked lightly at Satin with a wink that all men could fall in love with, and Feng Mimiao said softly to Sain with a bewitching voice, "In the past, people said that all the male pets around King Brahma are stunning, but today It was so at first sight.”

Although Feng Piaomiao is stunningly beautiful, but in Duanqing's eyes only Fan Qingtian, even if Feng Piaomiao is beautiful, she can't make Duanqing feel emotional.

"Who the hell are you! Get off the king quickly!" With raging anger in his eyes, his satin eyes kept falling on Feng Miiao's jade legs and arms wrapped around Fan Qingtian's waist.

She wished she could immediately step forward and tear Feng Miu off Fan Qingtian's body, but Duanqing knew very well that she could not be impulsive, what would she do if the king was injured!
Seeing that Duanqing was not charmed by herself, Feng Miumiao showed a look of regret in her eyes.

Not angry because of Duan Qing's words, Feng Piaomiao curled her strands of hair with her fingers, and sighed, "Oh, my family thought that the young master was not a man with broken sleeves. It's a pity for such a good skin. I really don't know How many women's hearts will be broken by the young master."

Staring at Feng Piaomiao coldly, satin held the plate lightly and tightly pinched the edge of the tray, several cracks had been cracked on the tray, and said sharply, "If you don't come down from the king's side, you will stop Blame me for being rude!"

"Alas, young master is really cruel, I'm really afraid." Slowly sitting up from the bed, Feng Miiao patted her chest lightly, softly whispering to Sain.

After a pause, before Satin could open his mouth softly, Feng Yaomiao tapped Fan Qingtian's heart lightly with his fingers, and continued, "Oh, I forgot, I have a trump card by my side, what is there to be afraid of. "

Leaning down, Feng Miu's face was very close to Fan Qingtian.

Looking at Duanqing with affectionate eyes, Feng Miiao's mouth raised a slight arc, "My lord, tell me, if the slave family and Brahma died together, wouldn't the slave family have made money?"

Hearing what Feng Miu said, Duanqing's heart skipped a beat, and thoughts of fear lingered in her heart.

With real flames dancing in his eyes, Satin whispered fiercely, "How dare you!"

Said Duan lightly increased the speed to the highest, and rushed towards Feng Miu.

Staring at Feng Piaomiao closely, Duan Qing was extremely afraid that Feng Piaomiao would hurt Fan Qingtian.

With a deceptive smile on her face, Feng Yaomiao looked at Sain Qing who was rushing towards her quickly, and asked softly, "Why don't you dare?"

Smoothing the hair on her chest, Feng Piaomiao continued unhurriedly, "Besides, you are injured, do you think you can kill the slave family?"

As she said that, Feng Piaomiao's eyes fell on Fan Qingtian's face with her eyes closed, and suddenly the scorpion scissors in her hand rested on Fan Qingtian's neck.

The sharp blade landed on Fan Qingtian's tender skin, and pearl-like drops of blood overflowed from Fan Qingtian's neck.

Feng Piaomiao and Fan Qingtian are so close, even if Duan Qing has the ability, it is difficult to save Fan Qingtian from Feng Piaomiao.

Besides, Duanqing's injury is still serious, there will be Feng Miu's opponent there.

Staring fixedly at the sharp blade Feng Piaomiao rested on Fan Qingtian's neck, her heart was filled with panic.

Immediately, he stopped his footsteps, and shouted at Feng Yumiao in horror, "Don't! Don't kill the king!"

Seeing Duan Qing who stopped two meters away, Feng Miiao raised her head and looked at Duan Qing again, her silky winking eyes shone with a little light, and said with a light smile, "My family is also reluctant to part with the Brahma King, but not Killing the Brahma King, it is not easy for the slave family to explain to the guests."

Hearing Feng Yaomiao's words, satin's light and dark red eyes sank, and his eyes fell on Fan Qingtian, pleading in a mournful voice, "Someone sent you to kill the king? As long as you don't hurt the king, I can give you as much money as you want."

Hearing Duanqing's simple words, Feng Miyao covered her lips with her fingertips and smiled softly, "Master, my family is not short of money."

"Then what exactly do you want, as long as I can do it, I will promise you, you are just an assassin, there is no need to take such a risk and die with the king."

The palms of the hands were dripping with sweat, and they clenched their fists tightly, Satin Qing didn't know how worried he was.

Constantly reminding herself not to be impulsive, Duan Qing didn't know how to force herself to calm down and negotiate with Feng Miu at this moment.

Sighing leisurely, Feng Piaomiao said with emotion, "Young master is right, but I don't want to die either."

Hearing what Feng Piaomiao said, Duan Qing was overjoyed, it seemed that there was a way to make Feng Piaomiao give up her killing intent towards Fan Qingtian.

Squeezing a smile as much as possible on his face, Satin lightly opened his mouth to negotiate with Feng Yaomiao, "Girl, if you can let go of your intention to assassinate the king, I will give you more generous terms, money is not a problem."

With the hair curling around her chest, looking at Duanqing with winking eyes, Feng Miiao said in a confused voice, "But this is not what I want."

(End of this chapter)