His Royal Highness the Crown Prince

Chapter 172

This discovery made Sui Junluo feel bad immediately. She didn't want to care about "her" killing people, but what the hell, she actually went against the doctor!
Can you guarantee that you will be disease-free and pain-free for a lifetime?Enmity with the doctor?Isn't this to die!
Isn't it just a man, the world is so big, there are so many men, why did he hang himself on that tree?

It's good that you went, and you left her a lot of mess...

Stretching out his hand and rubbing his swollen temples, Sui Junluo sighed and asked, "Can this be done cleanly? What this temple wants is the one that can't be traced!"

Mo Wushang nodded, "Please rest assured, Your Highness, there will be no accidents."

Hearing what Mo Wushang said, Sui Junluo also temporarily calmed down, and continued: "Why did you come to Nanjiang?"

The expression on Mo Wushang Erya's handsome face remained unchanged, but in the depths of his eyes, a gloomy light gradually emerged, "Have you forgotten, Your Highness? Earlier, His Highness ordered his subordinates to finish the business over there, Come to Southern Border to find His Highness, and bring His Highness here before His Highness falls ill."

Sui Junluo squinted his phoenix eyes, and after a long while, he raised his hand and shook the long chain on his wrist, "Now, this hall feels much better, you can untie this thing for this hall."

However, Mo Wushang shook his head, and said helplessly, "Your Highness, your illness will last for three days and three nights. If I release you now, Your Highness will be ill by then, and I will have no way to relieve you." Bring it back, Your Highness."

Sui Junluo's temple protruded, three days and three nights? !Nima, this is to imprison her for three days and three nights!

"In this world, if this hall wants to fight, why rely on magical skills! So, you don't have to bring women here in the future." Sui Junluo said casually.

Mo Wushang's pupils froze, looking at the domineering young man on the bed, his eyes sharpened for a moment, but after only a moment, they returned to normal, "Your Highness, this point, my subordinates don't agree."

Sui Jun Luo Ling's lips curled up slightly, with a smile that was not a smile, "Why? Don't you believe that the talent of this hall can be compared with the second brother of this hall, or don't you believe that the talent of this hall can be compared with Hei Zexi?"

Mo Wushang was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said: "This subordinate has confidence in His Highness, but once the Nine Levels of Brutal Blood Divine Art is practiced, it may be very difficult to break it. And even if it is completely broken in the future, Your Highness This martial art is definitely useless."

Sui Junluo's face darkened, and all kinds of thunder came again, why should he be so cruel to him!The original owner chose to practice that kind of magic attack, and he was on a road of no return.

With the behavior of the original owner, and the high hatred value, if one day loses this magic skill, won't someone cut it into eight pieces?
Waving his hand, Sui Junluo said: "You go back first, the hall is tired."

Mo Wushang took a deep look at Sui Junluo, then saluted and turned to leave. When he walked to the edge of the stone gate, he seemed to think of something and paused, "Your Highness, the people who followed His Highness in the inn before, my subordinate They should be arranged properly, Your Highness need not worry."

Sui Junluo responded casually, then fell down on the bed in the shape of a dead body.

After Mo Wushang came out of the secret room, he went straight to the main hall.

And the moment he stepped into the main hall, there was a bored voice in the main hall, "My son's half day is worth countless gold and silver. Who will pay for this money?"

(End of this chapter)