The Mermaid Princess wants to divorce

Chapter 310
"If you don't try, how do you know you won't win? You've seen it yourself. He really wants my life, and he wants you!" Emperor BL is the most gloomy and hypocritical person, and it's not bad that he can give seven days.

Murong Tianhai covered her mouth with one hand, his eyes were stern, "Don't talk nonsense."

Le Wanwan opened his big eyes and nodded knowingly. There was a gleam of understanding in those blue eyes. In fact, Murong Tianhai was also very bitter in his heart. He was liked by his brother, but he couldn't turn his back on him, so he could only be cowardly. escape.

Now that she's here, let her help him out.

Le Wanwan pulled his hand down and said with a smile: "What's the matter, this proves your charm, men and women can take it all!" Under his glaring gaze, she put on a flattering smile.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, let's go and see Hua Feiying." Having said this, her expression darkened again, how would she face him?Let him be hurt again because of her...

Le Wanwan has been imagining what kind of environment a prison is like since modern times. It is quite comfortable to watch TV. One person has one room.

Taking care of food and housing and still being able to surf the Internet, I feel comfortable thinking about it. In ancient times, she enjoyed it quite a bit, being a princess, but if there are modern high-tech, she will definitely be crazy about it.

While his thoughts were flying, he had followed Murong Tianhai to the sky prison where the prisoners were held. The guards guarding the gate were all serious, with cold expressions, as if they had the emperor's permission, but those people respectfully opened the gate for them.

What greets the eyes is a dark space, with torches lit in the daytime, and a strong musty smell rushing into his nose, Le Wanwan opened his big eyes and thought in a trance, the level of prison facilities across the ages is really different of.

Seeing someone coming in from both sides of the dank dungeon, they all stretched out their arms, shouting grievances in their mouths, Murong Tianhai protected her in his arms, trying to avoid those disturbances, Le Wanwan felt his temples twitching, a little bad premonition.

After only a few steps, there was a surge ahead, accompanied by the curses of the guards and some fighting, the two looked at each other and rushed forward.

Turning around a dark corner, Le Wanwan saw that white-clothed boy was holding a red-hot iron whip in one hand, blocking a prisoner hanging in front of the stove, with anger and frenzy that had never been seen on his face.

(End of this chapter)