Secret Service Crown Princess: Fudge a country to play

Chapter 215 Do You Want To Die?Still don't want to live? 2
At this time, that smile knelt up and grabbed Ningtong's clothes corner, crying and begging, begging him to forgive herself while calling her husband.

Ning Tong shook her head and said:

"I was so drunk that night that I didn't even know what I did. You used the pregnancy to force marriage, and I agreed. But in fact, you weren't pregnant at all, so I thought, I was so drunk that night, I can't think of anything. I can't do it. You and I didn't pay homage, so let's not count on this marriage! From now on, if you marry me, we are not equal!"

I applaud!
Smiling, seeing that begging him was unsuccessful, she pulled my arm back and begged me to intercede for her.

I was very puzzled by this behavior, so I asked her:

"You said that you treated me as an enemy before and wanted to poison me, but now you're asking me the other way around. How much water must I have put into my head before I can let go of my hatred and come to help you?"

I thought I was ruthless enough, but there are people who are more ruthless than me.You should be afraid that if I rebuke you like this, if people say you won't let go if you don't let her go, you will have the determination to drag me to death if you don't help her.

I got angry, and once I pulled out the sword in Ningtong's hand, I put it directly on Xiaoxiao's neck, and asked:
"Give you one last chance, tell me, do you want to die? Or don't you want to live?"

She subconsciously replied:
"I do not want to live!"

So I raised the sword, so she quickly reflected the mystery in the words, and then rolled away without stopping.

When I turned around, Tang Chu was looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

The sun is about to set at this time, and the afterglow of the setting sun is already gorgeous enough. In addition, the spectacle of Yanhui Mountain not far away is full of smoke and flames, which is really a rare sight on weekdays.

Among the Yanzhou residents who fled around, there seemed to be a person who sold calligraphy and paintings for a living. He was already sitting on the ground, spreading out paper and ink, and began to draw in the direction of Yanhui Mountain.

I spoke highly of the self-satisfied psychology of the people of Dashun, and I was about to grab Tang Chu and praise me, but I saw him stretch out his hand and pinch my face, obviously stronger than usual.

(End of this chapter)