Exploding favorite waste material concubine: Evil King, don't be arrogant!

Chapter 1181

"Oh... my whole mouth still smells bad. I already agreed to the price you offered, but if you don't help me take off my socks, it's too much!"

After taking the painkiller, he felt a little better and sat on the bed to drink water.

"You speak like a hard-working foreign student."

"Ah—my name is Cardino—I came to the capital to study painting and drama—but because I was still a student, I didn't have enough money—so I joined the police as a temporary soldier—although I want to learn painting and drama Drama - but can't afford it because top schools are too expensive -"

"It's really like the way foreign students speak."

The young Cardinal clenched his fists and began to count the money with burning eyes.

"If I could earn what you're asking, I'd be able to go to a top school for two years - and hire a nude model once a week - . . . I worked hard, hard, hard ——! I put all my heart and soul into playing the role of the corpse——! Please take a good look at my death——!”

Looks like they hired a pretty individual actor.Maybe I just told him that I would wear a mask at that time, as long as I was careful not to be caught breathing.

"Hmph, no other country can match its performance in art, but the Huoxiao Kingdom's Royal Art Troupe. Not only cats can act there, but there is also a talented tortoise painter."

"Wow——I want to study there——but why do I feel so sleepy——"

After the painkillers started to take effect, everyone let the migrant workers lie on the bed, while Flynn was lucky enough to cry.She untied and tousled her coiled hair, and made it look like she was crying out of makeup.

"...Wow—beauties are beautiful no matter what they do."

"Damn it, what are you talking about!"

Di Yue's mood could not be described as sweet or sour, but the strange thing was that he felt sad instead.Human emotions are really incredible.

"But why do we need a coffin? Since it's Norman's funeral, why not hold it grandly when we return home?"

"Huh—? Didn't anyone tell Di Yue?"

"What do you mean by that? Could it be that I've been squeezed out by you? What do you think of me..."

"Let me tell you—from now on, it will be the second act, and it will directly lead to the scene of Norman's death. Those who are responsible for crying must shed tears——"

Before hearing the truth, An Lei opened the door.

Flynn, with disheveled hair and eyes red and swollen from crying, ran out of the hallway praying.

"Oh! God!—until the trials you gave me were so painful—!"

No one knew that she was a master of acting who had ruled the country for several years instead of her husband.

The funeral procession was solemn and quiet at first, then became noisy, and finally transported as if fleeing for life.

Since it was held in the capital of Dashillong, it had to be held like a funeral for a great man.

After all, the current Norman is not the appointed ruler of the autonomous region of the Little Shillong Territory. The autonomous region finally became the first non-host country winner in history in the comprehensive athletics knockout competition hosted by the Greater Shillong! independent country.

Therefore, as the king of an independent country, he should be given a grand farewell, even the coffin for the body should not be sloppy.

Even sleeping in the coffin is another small box.

This is really a battle that gets more and more surprising the more you listen to it.

Emperor Yue was not admiring its ingenious arrangement, but was surprised that Aisha would come up with such a naive battle plan.

(End of this chapter)