Evil King's Supreme Poisonous Queen

What a deep hatred for murongsheng, how could he treat a dead person in such a sinister way?

It's said that this practice is completely a very insidious way. Nail the coffin with seventy-nine long nails, so that the people in the coffin will die and feel uneasy, and will never be able to live again.

Cruel, really too cruel!

Looking at the long nails falling on the ground, Shangguan Huang's eyes showed a sense of killing. Take one from the ground with your finger and put it in front of you. Your finger pinches it: "check! Find out who did it for me! I want to make her miserable!"

He put it in his heart, can't let people hurt baby, how can he allow others to treat like this!

"Yes, master!"

The dark guard took the order directly. He didn't dare to delay for a moment and directly set out to investigate the matter.

Several dark guards left to open the coffin. Shangguan Huang was very calm just now. Now he couldn't calm down at all. His heart surged like a big stone pressed on his heart, making him out of breath.

He walked in and looked at the people lying in the coffin, wearing white clothes. There was nothing to be buried with, and the hair was directly scattered behind him, which was not carefully cleaned up.

Originally, his face was very white. Now he is wearing white clothes, which makes him more white. There is no sign of life.

There is no trace of ups and downs on the chest, and the eyes are very calm. But it was like falling asleep. He lay very quietly in the coffin, so that people couldn't help but hold their breath and didn't dare to disturb.

Shangguan Huang wanted to stretch out his fingers and gently touch her face. But when the finger was about to touch, it stopped.

Looking at his fingers with soil and mixed with a lot of blood, he quickly took his hands back. If he stroked her cheek, would he dirty her face?

Shangguan Huang rubbed his hand on his black clothes, but where could he wipe it so easily? Shangguan Huang looked at his hands, which were getting dirtier and dirtier. There was no way to wipe the dirt and blood on his hands.

Shangguan Huang was very upset, but he was afraid that he would vent his temper and disturb Murong Sheng's rest. He tore his black robe in half and exploded his hands into two big zongzi.

Whether it looks good or not, at least it won't let the dirt on his hands touch Murong Sheng's body. Shangguan Huang was satisfied with this measure, and directly bent down to take Murong God out of the coffin.

The miracle doctor frowned and wanted to stop it, but looking at shangguanhuang, he didn't know how to stop it.

Looking at shangguanhuang holding murongsheng in his arms, it was like a child who finally got his beloved thing. He was afraid of others coming to compete and reported it tightly.

If someone really comes to rob, shangguanhuang will definitely work hard with people directly.

It's all like this. Can the miracle doctor open his mouth and say something to stop it?

Only according to shangguanhuang's own ideas.

Shangguan Huang held Murong Sheng in his arms, walked down the mountain step by step, and held Murong Sheng tightly in his arms: "tomorrow, the king will marry my princess."