Evil King's Supreme Poisonous Queen

Qin Yirong thinks that murongsheng is definitely cursing her. It must be!

Murong Sheng covered the wooden box and put it in Qingying's arms. He spoke slowly, afraid that Qin Yirong couldn't understand: "Miss Qin robbed three hairpins that Miss Ben valued in succession. If you want to rob her head, Miss Ben will be angry. Moreover, Miss Ben's health has always been bad. If you get angry with me or kill me."

Murong Sheng chuckled: "tell me, the ghost king will have no ghost princess. Without the ghost princess, the emperor has to choose a new person to marry the ghost king. Won't you be the culprit then? Of course, you want to marry instead of me."

"I'm so angry with you. Is it reasonable for you to marry instead of me?"

Qin Yirong listened to murongsheng's words, and suddenly she was in a cold sweat behind her. Swallowed his saliva and looked at Murong Sheng's unkind face. She only felt that Murong Sheng was scaring her: "you're talking nonsense. How can I marry you instead? Believe it or not, your mouth will rot!"

Murongsheng, this bitch, still wants to scare her?

What's wrong with your health?

If you are in poor health, you can be calm when Prince Rui gives her the divorce letter, and then throw the divorce letter to Prince Rui again!

When she was angry, she would die of anger. She didn't believe that Murong Sheng's body would be so weak!

Although he said so, Qin Yirong still had some big drums in his heart. Some things, even if they are not true, but this man is always suspicious. Can't help thinking, once it becomes true, what will she do?

It's not afraid of ten thousand. Just in case. Look at murongsheng's yellow face. Maybe he can poke people with a finger. I'm not sure if I'll be angry

If you let her marry the ghost king, you might as well let her die! Who wants to get close to the ghost king!

The more Qin Yirong thought about it, the more frightened she felt. She was afraid that she would stay a little longer. Any accident that happened to murongsheng could be counted on her. Didn't she carry a big black pot on her body for nothing?

No, we have to hurry. Murong Sheng is a god of plague. Nothing good has ever happened.

She just couldn't think of it. She had to go against this woman! I lost seventy liang of silver for no reason!

"I have something else to do, so I'll go first. You can stroll slowly and buy slowly!" Qin Yirong said, pulling people to leave quickly for fear that murongsheng, the God of plague, would stick to her.

Even if the expression on his face was as if nothing had happened, it was very natural, but his steps were messy, which still exposed Qin Yirong's thoughts.

Murong Sheng smiled, narrowed his eyes and waved to Qin Yirong: "what are you doing so fast? I haven't contacted you well."

As soon as this sentence was said, Qin Yirong stumbled at his feet and almost fell to the ground. Leave here more quickly. Who has feelings to contact Murong Sheng, the God of plague!

Watching Qin Yirong leave in a panic, murongsheng looked at the others standing around watching the play: "you want to see the play, I won't stop, but..."