Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The surrounding air condensed, and even the breath became suffocating. The ladies stood there, their delicate faces looked pale at the scene, and no one dared to say a word. After all, at this time, the Oriental master didn't show any sign, and Carol was almost crazy

No one dared to speak.

Lord Dongfang seemed to be indifferent to this scene, half closed his eyes, put his hand on the table and knocked slightly.

The amplified sound of breathing can be clearly heard in the air.

"Squeak --"

Master Dongfang suddenly stood up slowly from his chair. The chair crossed the floor and made a harsh sound.

He stood up and slightly stretched out his hand to tidy up his cuffs against the faint light. His eyes seemed to inadvertently look at the scene next to him. Vivian's hands hung down like that. There was a slight blood in her blue eyes. All the champagne skirts on her chest were wet, and the blood trickled down, The carpet under the imperial concubine's bed turned bright red

Carol just sat down on it and didn't realize she had killed someone. She muttered to herself

"Take her."

The steps of the Oriental Master seemed to stay for no one at all. When he raised his steps and walked to the side, his voice seemed to take a casual look at where Carol was almost like a madman. Even when Vivian died, he didn't have any emotional waves.

Cold as if nothing had happened.

“Yes。”

Gondor stood aside, subconsciously clenched his sword and agreed.

When Gondor lowered his head slightly, the Oriental master had opened the door and went out from the side.

The air in the presence became frozen and frightening, but it also seemed a little quiet and slightly relaxed because of the departure of master Dongfang.

"Take her away."

When the breath of the Oriental master completely disappeared, Gondor whispered to the soldiers next to him.

"OK."

When the two soldiers set up Carol, Carol's eyes were dull. She kept mumbling and trembling. The whole person seemed to be old in such a moment, and her nightdress was splashed with blood.

"Bang -"

Two soldiers violently kicked open the door and dragged Carol to the other side.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Havila's eyes looked at Carol. The woman who had once stood at the top turned into a withered wood and even lost her mind. Her identity was the envy of countless people. She was the daughter of the Duke, the matchmaker's wife of the Oriental master, and her son was the best Aubrey. However, the man was ruthless, and the Oriental master was always fickle, She has been the envy of countless people. In just a few years, even at the end of everything, everyone doesn't even know how to talk about regret

Havila stood there, her eyes more or less complicated.

It seems that everything is rolled into the boundless thorns, and there are thorns everywhere.

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