shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 2 Evil is full of evil, you will die badly!

The eunuch who was scolded felt unlucky, and his expression suddenly became grim: "You stinky boy, what are you talking about about me?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the little girls around him screaming in surprise!
Immediately afterwards, there was a wailing scream: "Help me!"

Before the eunuch could see what was going on, suddenly, a bloody severed hand was thrown at the eunuch's feet.

The eunuch's eyes widened, his face was full of horror, and he fell to the ground.

The half sweet potato in his hand flew out of his hand.

It landed directly in front of a pair of black boots covered with a little snow.

Because of the bloody severed hand, the little girls around were so frightened that they burst into tears.

The eunuch looked up, and a thin figure stood not far away, followed by seven or eight men wearing hideous ghost masks.

They pressed a man in an official robe with bloody arms, and several cold knives were lying across the man's neck.

When the nearby palace people saw them, they all stepped back and bowed their heads, not daring to look any further!
The eunuchs immediately recognized that the person being suppressed by them was Lord Huang who had recently turned up and asked the emperor to spare the remaining party of the previous dynasty!
"Master Hou! This servant salutes Master Hou!" Several eunuchs hurriedly knelt down to the young boy in charge.

He was about eight or nine years old.

Dressed in a black robe with Evil Fighter Shura embroidered on his chest, compared with Shura's scarlet, ferocious and lifelike eyes, the young man's face looked cold and white.

A pair of black pupils seemed to absorb all the colors around him, and in his eyes, there was only cold black and white.

He is wearing a mysterious cloak and a golden crown, and he is much taller than his peers.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes slightly, frowned slightly, and looked at the sweet potato that fell on the front of the black boot with a somewhat irritable displeasure.

The eunuch understood, pointing directly at the little guy just now: "The sweet potato belongs to her!"

At this time, the milk baby who had lost his hand didn't pay attention at all, and walked towards the little boy with his little feet.

She knelt down in front of him and picked up the sweet potato that fell in the snow.

The sweet potato was already covered with snow, and her bright eyes showed regret, and she carefully slapped off the snow dust.

From the corner of the eye, the little guy saw that a small piece of potato meat had fallen off the boy's boots.

She stretched out her fat little finger and silently removed it.

This action caused the young man to frown and raise his brows lightly.

At this moment, Master Huang, who was being suppressed, suddenly exerted force and broke free from the restraints. The right wrist that was cut off just now was still dripping with blood!

He ran forward in a hurry, knocked the little guy away, and the sweet potato in her hand flew out again.

In the next second, a slightly slender white hand caught the sweet potato.

The little guy fell to the ground with his buttocks, only to feel a cold light flash in front of his eyes.

The slender knife pinned to the boy's waist had been unsheathed at some point, and had already drawn a bloodstain on Master Huang's back.

Master Huang suffered from pain, and prostrated himself on the ground, splashing snow and dust, and was immediately held down by the evil face envoy who came up.

The young man finally spoke, his thin lips were light, and there was a trace of cold cruelty between his brows: "Take him away, keep the other hand, and you can throw him out of the palace."

Master Huang was dragged, and a string of blood soaked the white snow slipped out on the ground.

His roaring and cursing voice came: "Feng Fuce, you are full of evil! You will die a terrible death!"

The boy looked up at him and suddenly smiled.

Like a cold mountain melting snow, with a little bit of alienation and rebellion——

"Thank you for your blessings."

Feng Fuce lowered his head, and found that the little guy was looking up at him...the sweet potato in his hand with his greasy face up.

(End of this chapter)