princess from the underworld

Chapter 494 text 502
"Let go!" The little girl seemed to be freed from the confinement, and took a deep breath, "You are going to suffocate me, aren't you?"

"I'm here for your own good."

"What's the matter, which three words can't be mentioned? Three princesses! I just want to say, three princesses, three princesses and three gentlemen..." Her voice suddenly seemed to have been stolen, her face was stunned, her eyes widened and she looked at The stern man at the entrance was frozen all over, then trembled continuously, fell to his knees heavily on the ground with a plop, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Your... Your Highness..."

"What's the matter, which three words can't be mentioned? Three princesses! I just want to say, three princesses, three princesses and three gentlemen..." Her voice suddenly seemed to have been stolen, her face was stunned, her eyes widened and she looked at The stern man at the entrance was frozen all over, then trembled continuously, fell to his knees heavily on the ground with a plop, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Your... Your Highness..."

Ziyan turned around from behind Ming Zhaoqian, and saw the little girl who buried her head low, and beside her was a woman in blue, who looked more stable, not as trembling as she was, but it was still The imperial city was terrified and did not dare to say a word.

What's the matter?Was caught on the spot?Wasn't it bold just now?Zi Yan was amused in her heart, it was like this a lot of times, one second she was bold, but the next second she was as timid as a mouse, just because bragging doesn't cost money.

The wind was mixed with the unique fragrance of manjusawa. Ziyan saw that this was a courtyard, a path stretched from their feet to another carved gate, and all other places were covered with weird flowers. Boundless blood red, even in the air, I heard that red and black will cause a certain amount of psychological pressure on people, although this place is beautiful, so beautiful that it is beyond description, but she still feels very depressed.

"Three years." Ming Zhaoqian said coldly, without looking at the maid who was kneeling on the ground, she walked straight to another door, Ziyan was puzzled.

"What are you talking about?" She followed quickly, and asked curiously, why is this person talking like this, talking without beginning or end.

(End of this chapter)