Chapter 212: The Seventh King of the Weak Chicken King (29)

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Luo Ding thought that he still had time and system to discuss the countermeasures, but the words of the enchanting stunned her, and her heart trembled.
What is the use of lynching under the acquiescence of the emperor, she could not imagine.
Half-sounding, she took a deep breath and looked at him: "We make a deal."
"What do you want to talk to this prince?" He squinted, as if he was the king of the world, and he smiled at her mouth with a faint smile.
"I." I saw her cold and lifted up, did not think about it, a pair of eyes looked at him like a dead man: "You put him a way, I will bring you a book."
For a long time, he smiled lightly: "If he dies, what is the use of this book? I can get you -"
"If you want to corpse, I can't do this transaction." Luo slammed the dust, and his eyes were cut with the ordinary people.
"Ha ha -" I saw the enchanting stunned and suddenly got up, came to her side with a very fast speed, and gently lifted her white snowy cheek: "The prince will keep you with the corpse." The corpse of the corpse still leaves you in the temple, and night is with the Prince."
"You crazy!" At this moment, she suddenly felt the terrible horror.
As true as Chu Nanxian said, this person is not a good class, it is just like a pervert.
"But--" The next second, the enchanting singer approached her ear and said softly: "This prince still wants your book in the mouth. So your transaction, this prince accepts."
She didn't know how she walked into Dali Temple. She only knew that she had never been afraid of it in any plane. At this moment, the heart didn't listen to the trembling.
As long as he is alive, then everything has hope.
She thought so, raised her slightly trembling right hand and walked into the prison.
But in the next second, her tears fell uncontrollably.
In the execution room, the Chunan string was fixed on the wall post by the iron buckle. There is no complete body in the whole body, and the flesh and blood are blurred, which makes people look shocked.
His eyes were closed, and the long lashes seemed to feel something, and they trembled gently.
I saw that his mouth was slightly moving and he wanted to say something, but he did not have any strength. The blood stained his white clothes and fell down by drop.
Luo dusted his teeth and tried his best to keep his voice from shaking. He said to the prisoner on the side: "Let him down."
The jailer glanced at the white woman behind her, only to see the white woman gently nodded, he just put the Chunan string down.
At the moment when the iron buckle was opened, the Chunan string was like a dead body, and it fell to the ground with a straight hook.
At that moment, her heart was aching. It turned out that it was this feeling that people who liked them were dying in front of themselves.
She has never experienced it. In the past, it seems that she is on the verge of life and death, letting the other person experience this kind of mood.
Now she knows that this pain can penetrate into the bones, making people feel uncomfortable.
"What are you still doing here?" Half a ring, her eyes swayed, looking at the jailer and the woman in white, the eyes were full of death and indifference.
"I am pleased to ask Miss Luo to hurry up, and the Highness of the Prince is still waiting for you." The woman in white looked with a disdainful look, but she could not retreat with the jailer.
After all, this is also the account of His Royal Highness!
In an instant, the entire prison room was left with two people, Luo Dingchen and Chunanxian.
She bit her lip, and walked toward the direction of the Chunan string.
I saw the sound of the bell ringing at the waist, and it was clear and sweet. The person who fell in the pool of blood seemed to have sensed such a sound, and the slender fingertips of the white scorpion shivered slightly.