His Royal Highness the Crown Prince

Chapter 457 How can I give up!
That kiss didn't have any warmth at all, with anger and dissatisfaction, Sui Junluo bit Feng Yunran's lips fiercely like a beast.

Soon, the smell of blood spread in the mouths of the two, and at the moment when the two were close, Sui Junluo looked into those black eyes like ancient wells without blinking, trying to find something in them.

Feng Yunran hugged Sui Junluo's waist and let her vent, her brows were stained with a touch of helplessness, and she completely looked like she was being slaughtered by Sui Junluo.

After a long time, Sui Junluo suddenly pushed Feng Yunran away, got up from him, and strode out without looking back.

And Fengyun dyed Sui Junluo's leaving figure, until Sui Junluo's figure disappeared at the gate of the palace, but he still didn't turn his eyes away, the bitterness spread in his black eyes, and the whole person was wrapped in a layer of loneliness, just like this vast In the world, he was left alone.

The blood-stained thin lips moved slightly, Feng Yunran murmured: "How can I be willing to trade your life for mine..."

Here, Sui Junluo left the East Palace angrily. Along the way, there would always be a small face with a deep or light smile on weekdays, so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping ink.

The evil spirit on Sui Junluo's body made all the passing maids and guards tremble and panic, and His Royal Highness seemed to have changed back to his previous appearance, which was terrifying...

After going out to the gate of the palace, Sui Junluo ordered the guards to bring her a horse, turned on the horse neatly, whipped the whip, and rode the steed to the suburbs quickly.

With her phoenix eyes fixed, Sui Junluo hurried all the way under the attention of everyone.

It was only half a cup of tea, and he had already left the capital. After looking sideways, and seeing that no one was following, Sui Junluo turned the rein in his hand and turned the horse's head.

On the outskirts of Piaoxue Country, it's already winter, the grass is withered and yellow, and the cold wind is blowing from time to time. Sui Junluo gathered up the dark red robe on his body, and only then realized that he was in a hurry to come out, but he forgot to change into casual clothes and No wonder those people just looked at her differently.

Sure enough, she was dazzled by the wind and clouds...

The cold wind blowing was bitingly chilly, Sui Junluo shrank back from scratching his head to the collar sewn with soft red fox fur, trying to expose his skin to the cold wind as little as possible.

From the first moment the cold wind blew, she had gradually begun to feel unwell, and the harm that the poisonous mist swamp had brought to "her" might really accompany her until the moment of her death.

Riding a steed through a jungle, Sui Junluo got off the horse, and without tying the steed to the tree, he threw the reins directly and plunged into an extremely dense grass.

The withered and yellow leaves brushed against his cheeks, causing slight pain, but Sui Junluo's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and it was half a cup of tea time, the grass had come to an end, and the sight in front of him suddenly opened up, and Sui Junluo was in front of him. It is a low wall.

The short wall is very steep, only about seven meters high, but there is no grass growing on the wall, and the bare appearance is somewhat out of place with the surroundings.

And Sui Junluo squinted his eyes at the low wall for a while, then stepped on a few very inconspicuous black stakes protruding from the low wall, and quickly jumped up.

In just a few breaths of effort, Sui Junluo had already climbed to the top of the wall, but above the low wall was a flat ground with dozens of large tents sitting on it.

As soon as Sui Junluo stepped on the ground, those who were wandering around quickly took a look here.

(End of this chapter)