Chapter 183: Deceptive Uncle 87

She will not forgive the warmth, and she will not forgive her if she thinks that she is so poisonous in her body and almost dies.
Ji Xi was out of the voice, and many of the soldiers also followed the sound of the echo, and the king had to kill a few warmth.
But thousands of inks are not a word, and they are staring at the warmth of their feet in a cold and indifferent manner. After a long time, they then slowly said: "This king gives you a chance."
Saying, Qian Qianmo glanced at Su Huang coldly, "Su Huang, you go to take the portrait."
Su Huang instantly understood what he meant, and sent people to take the portrait and hand it over to Qian Qianmo.
Qian Qianmo directly opened the portrait and showed it to her. "Do you know him?"
The number of warm eyes was wet, and the moment I saw the portrait, I was stunned. The whole brain was awkward and whispered: "Ache..."
The number is warm and the whole person is still worried.
She determined that the portrait she saw was a child who had protected her from growing up, but... Aphrodite was dead.
晟千墨... How do you know Ache...
She wouldn't know that when Qian Qianmo gave her the opportunity to clarify in front of his men, she whispered in front of her another relative's name, how chilling he was. What's more, the name is still the name that was lying in his bed when he was in his arms but shouted in his dreams.
"Wang Ye, she knows the general of the Southern Dynasties, isn't it obvious enough to give you poison?" A soldier immediately shouted.
Some people even reported the number of soldiers who had been killed by the South Korean army sneak attack, vowing to the king to give them an explanation.
Qian Qianmo slowly closed his eyes and closed his eyes. When he was stunned, his eyes were cold and cold. He lowered his eyes and quietly looked down at the number of warmth under his feet. The next moment, he picked it up. Taking advantage of her slender neck, he was so heavy that he could easily break her neck and let her scream.
Qian Qianmeng stared at her plain mouth and asked: "Which hand do you use to read?"
A few warm woods: "Right...hand..."
"You are a dead female slave, and it is useless to learn more words. Just like this king treats you well, it is always just raising a white-eyed wolf." Qian Qianmo said this sentence in a very cold and indifferent manner.
In the next moment, I only listened to the screams of pain and pain, and screamed, and the sound of the bones of the right hand was broken.
After Thousands of Ink broke her right hand, she threw her on the snow and ordered it in a cold voice: "Put her up and return to the North City to dispose of it."
Just a hand was broken. For these soldiers, it was too light to be punished, but they also heard that the king said that he would go back and do the disposal, and he did not say anything more.
After thousands of inks were on the horse, Su Huang also rode the horse to his side, faintly laughing: "You have never been willing to start."
晟 Thousands of inks coldly glared at him.
"Just let her fractured her right hand. If I tell you these people, how can you be round?"
晟 Thousands of inks: "Going back to the king will pack her up."
Su Huang’s eyes couldn’t tell whether it was ridicule or something else. He smiled faintly:
Hey, I’ve already understood what she is, and if she’s still in her hands, then you’re stupid than me. You... don’t let the brothers look down on you."
Su Huang said, not waiting for Qian Qian to answer, he rode the horse and walked ahead.
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(Uncle Uncle’s difficulties, you can see it...