The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"Where are you going?" Su Yueming was just about to step out, when he heard that familiar cold voice that could no longer be familiar.

She tightened her hands, and hugged the prince even closer, feeling a chill like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves in her heart.

I saw that Murong Canghai was standing at the entrance of the secret room, his face was like the glacier of the previous year, exuding a frightening coldness, his eyes locked her pupils tightly.

Standing on either side of him were Murong Yunqing and Xian'er, and there was a strong meaning in Xian'er's eyes.

And behind him, his soldiers held torches high in their hands, and the sizzling flames burned in the air. The faces under the torches looked cold and ruthless, like little ghosts one by one, waiting to be killed. The lives of the two of them.

Murong Canghai walked towards them step by step, every step seemed to be stepping on the softest part of her heart.

The prince endured the pain of physical torture, and waved the long sleeves of the white toga, blocking Su Yueming from Murong Canghai's sight, he concealed the pain, and there was fearless affection in his eyes——

"Murong Canghai, everything is just a grievance between you and me, it has nothing to do with Yue'er, you, let her go free."

In Murong Canghai's eyes, however, there was no presence of the prince at all, from the beginning to the end, he never glanced at him.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, and the cold arc exuded an unpredictable message, which made Su Yueming take a step back.

She found that she was afraid of him, and she was actually afraid of him. After rebirth, this was the only man who made her feel scared.

But she couldn't let him see the timidity in her heart, she deliberately raised her chin slightly, as if fighting him, her eyes inadvertently fell to the ruby ​​dagger he was used to wearing around his waist.

He walked in front of her, raised his hand, as if affectionately, touching her face inch by inch, he said coldly——

"You shouldn't be here, princess. Come here and take the princess back."

"Yes." Several guards holding torches escorted her like a prisoner and led her away from here.

"Let go, I'll go by myself." She shook off their potential and walked forward expressionlessly.

"Yue'er." The prince shouted.

Su Yueming turned her head and saw the sad eyes of the prince, her heart ached, she tried her best to smile, and then turned around.

This smile fell into Murong Canghai's eyes and hurt him deeply!

When Su Yueming passed by Murong Canghai, she stopped and looked at him, "You..." She opened her mouth, as if she really wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.

"How?" Murong Canghai leaned slightly towards her.

However, suddenly, unexpectedly, Su Yueming snatched the dagger from Murong Canghai's waist with the fastest speed. When the dagger was pulled out from the scabbard, she tilted her hand, and the sharp blade scratched his robe. , pierced his skin, and blood flowed out with a puff.

"Brother..." Murong Yunqing walked over in a few steps, quickly tore off a corner of his robe, and blocked the bleeding place for him.

Seeing this, Su Yueming was stunned for a moment, her eyes froze, but after a while, she still gritted her teeth and ran towards Xian'er who was always with her inseparable with the fastest speed while everyone was concerned about Murong Canghai's wound.