Chapter 382: Horror secret

Chapter 382
A man and a woman looked at each other like this.
There is no such thing as love at first sight.
There is no appreciation for sympathy.
Some are just scrutiny.
From Zhou Yang's point of view, the opponent's face is perfect and unreal, as if it were synthesized by advanced artificial intelligence, and her outline has no flaws.
"Come to pick him up?" The princess looked at Zhou Yang for a moment, only to recognize that he was the one who saved the youngest daughter Florica.
Zhou Yang's disguised beard had fallen off, and he had restored the appearance of Xia Guoren.
"No!" Philip yelled, "He is a thief and cannot be let go!"
Princess Meg's expression was complicated, but she didn't say a word.
In the Royal Palace of Madrid, she is just an outsider and has no right to interrupt.
She just looked at Zhou Yang with a look of confusion, wondering why this top pastry chef made the Eastern man she secretly liked became a thief.
"I said pick up, just pick up!" Joe said blankly.
The princess nodded immediately: "No problem, he just saved my Florica, I haven't had time to thank him yet!"
The dignified princess showed a warm smile to Zhou Yang and said, "I don't know what misunderstanding happened between you and Philip. Since you are Joe's friend, you can leave!"
There is actually some unwillingness between the words of the princess.
But what can be done?
Zhou Yang saved her daughter without causing serious consequences.
Plus there is Joe.
She can't let go!
"Zhou Yang, take your people and get on the helicopter!" Qiao said lightly.
Zhou Yang said to Hu Meixuan and others: "Go up!"
Gu Yifan slumped directly on the ground.
What he did today is his greatest courage.
Zhou Yang smiled when she passed Princess Meg: "Your Royal Highness, I wish you all the best in the future!"
The princess has mixed feelings in her heart.
She had a great affection for Zhou Yang, but this affection could only be buried in her heart and died slowly.
Zhou Yang's words are farewell, and they will never meet again.
Especially in Zhou Yang's toughest moments, she always chose to stand by and watch, even if she had sufficient reasons.
"His Royal Highness..." Zhou Yang smiled at Philip.
"What are you doing?" Philip took a step back subconsciously, looking alert.
Zhou Yang smiled and said, "You have so many women, isn't your body overwhelming?"
Philip grumbled: "This matter has nothing to do with you!"
"Okay, I was thinking of teaching you a secret recipe that would allow you to hold on for two hours... Since you are so confident, then forget it!" Zhou Yang shrugged, looking like I was kindly treated like a donkey by you. .
Princess Meg on the side blushed.
Man, man, do you get together to say this?
Let me make my dessert!
Only desserts will not betray me!
When Philip heard it, his eyes lit up.
As Zhou Yang said, there are too many women he has to deal with, and it is indeed beyond his ability.
"Our relationship doesn't seem to be so good yet, right? Would you be so kind?" Philip sneered.
Zhou Yang shook his head: "After all, you are a prince, and I don't want to have such an enemy casually. Besides, I even saved your sister. Why should I harm you?"
Philip thought, too!
"Bring paper and pen!" Zhou Yang stretched out his hand.
Philip's men immediately handed it over.
Zhou Yang quickly wrote a series of western plaques, and then handed it to the prince: "Well, from now on, turn the enemy into a friend."
Philip smiled lightly and nodded.
It is impossible to turn an enemy into a friend, but if you get the secret recipe, you are sure to be happy.
Zhou Yang is also very happy, boy, you will be cool...dead!
Finally, Zhou Yang's eyes fell on Gaodi's face.
The Mafia from Sicily, without showing weakness, looked at Zhou Yang.
"You should have done a lot of bad things?" Zhou Yang asked.
Gauti sneered: "It has nothing to do with you."
"Is anyone dead on hand?" Zhou Yang continued to ask.
"It has nothing to do with you!"
"Then I should have it." Zhou Yang said, "According to the laws of your country, are you enough to be sentenced to death?"
Gauti squinted, stepped forward, and lowered his voice: "There are many people who have died in my hands, and you will be one of them in the future. As for the death penalty? Hehe, who has the courage to judge me?"
"That's it!" Zhou Yang nodded.
He stepped back two steps and suddenly said loudly: "This way, thanks to everyone's care, before I leave, thank you!"
"Mr. Gaudi!" Zhou Yang focused on the latter, "On behalf of those who died under your hands, I will give you a just trial!"
After speaking, Zhou Yang raised his finger and made a gun aiming gesture.
"You are sentenced to death and executed immediately!" Zhou Yang opened his mouth and let out a "bang" before climbing up the rope ladder.
Joe bid farewell to the princess and finally went up the rope ladder.
The helicopter left slowly.
"Puff!"
There was a muffled sound.
Gauti slapped her face down and patted the ground straight, causing an exclaim.
Members of the special guard immediately helped him up.
Everyone opened their mouths wide.
The corners of Gaodi's mouth were full of blood, his eyes were wide open, and he was dead.
A chill hit the back of Philip's head.
Zhou Yang!
It must be him!
impossible!
How did he do that?
The princess came over with a sullen face and ordered in a deep voice: "Philip, take care of this matter, I don't want the reputation of the royal family to be affected!"
"Mother..." Philip suddenly reacted, "Why are you letting them go? Who is that Joe? We are the royal family, why did we give in like this?"
"Come with me!" The princess was not angry, but calmly led the way.
The mother and son walked around in the inner courtyard of the palace and came to a quiet palace.
Inside are portraits of successive kings, photos of royal family members and family portraits, as well as photos of royal families from other countries.
"Philip, look at these portraits carefully and tell me what they have in common." The princess pointed to the portraits of kings on the wall.
The confused Prince looked at the picture on the left as if playing a game of finding the difference.
Slowly, the prince's expression changed.
From boredom to solemnity, then to surprise, and finally panic.
"You can see it?" Wang Hao said lightly.
"Mother, this is impossible!" Philip swallowed with difficulty.
"Philip, the truth of this world is far from what we see!" The princess said earnestly, "Although we are already at the top of the world, our vision is still very narrow."
"But..." Philip was a little incoherent. "Does it have anything to do with that Joe?"
The princess nodded seriously.
"In the eyes of some people, secular power is as fragile as the dew before dawn, and will disappear in an instant." The princess said, "So, Philip, if you want to be a good king in the future, you must Learn to suppress your anger and be in awe of everything. Okay, let's go!"
The princess and prince left the palace, and the portraits of the kings on the wall remained quiet.
This is the history of the entire royal family, spanning five centuries, with more than twenty kings.
The earliest portrait dates back to the end of the fifteenth century, and the latest portrait is 20 years ago.
Each portrait has the artist's name in the lower right corner-the same name.