Demon Concubine Yutian

Chapter 85 Killing "Little Three"

An ominous premonition hit her heart, Mo Suran turned her head——

Shen Yan wore the Qinghai unicorn robe, Zhuo Ran stood five steps behind Mo Suran, his face was bleak, his head was slightly lowered, and there was a wry smile on his lips.

Mo Suran was at a loss: "I..."

Shen Yan let out a wry laugh, bowed and saluted, with a detached expression: "My lord, I wish Your Royal Highness eternal youth, endless blessings, and a thousand years to come."

Mo Suran was extremely embarrassed: "Shen Yan, I just..."

Shen Yan raised her head, and in the deep-set eye sockets, a pair of black eyes glowing with cyan, stared straight at Mo Suran, full of fragile expectations.

Mo Suran struggled violently in her heart, moved her lips, and finally sighed heavily, without saying anything.

Shen Yan was extremely disappointed.

He didn't want to humiliate himself anymore, his face was ashen, he put down the birthday gift for Princess Suran, and immediately turned and left.

In the imperial garden, there was deathly silence.

An elaborate conspiracy.A bloody love triangle.The official fiancée Ye Luo killed the "little three" Princess Suran calmly.

Ye Luo smiled.

There is a saying that goes, a bitch deserves a dog forever.

Before today, she intended to fulfill Shen Yan and Princess Suran.But Mo Suran's performance today really disappointed her, even if she ordered Ye Man to deliberately frame her, she even arbitrarily and unreasonably snatched the magic bracelet, which touched her bottom line.

You are unkind and I am unjust.

She just won't let the dog get what she wants, let alone cheap bitch!
"Are you satisfied?"

After 3 minutes of silence, Mo Suran raised his head, his eyes were red, and he stared at Ye Luo with an almost murderous gaze.

Being tricked by a 14-year-old girl, Mo Suran felt that her 20 years had been wasted!
"Give the Tuhan bracelet to this princess!"

Compared to Shen Yan's concubine, Mo Suran obviously valued treasures like the "Tuhan Bracelet" more.

Ye Luo moved her right wrist.

A wave of soul wave spread into my mind.

It was Shenjilong, it was woken up, and it looked very dissatisfied.

Ye Luo immediately comforted the little dragon with his soul thoughts, signaling it not to panic, to be quiet, and continue to maintain the bracelet shape.

"Bring it here, thief!"

While Ye Luo was "in a daze", a cyan silk thread flew out of Mo Suran's hand, entangled Ye Luo's magic bracelet in the air, and pulled it over forcefully.

"Hahaha!"

Mo Suran sneered, retracted the blue silk thread, and held the magic bracelet in his hand.

"Tick-tock-"

"Tick-tock-"

"Princess Suran, why is water dripping from your hands?"

"Water? What water?"

Mo Suran lowered his head and looked at the right hand holding the magic bracelet, only to find that the surface of the gold-plated snake-shaped bracelet was continuously escaping fine and transparent drops of water.

Suddenly, there was more and more water, and it sprayed out directly from the Shenji bracelet, rubbing Mo Suran's body and face.

"Ahhh!"

Mo Suran let out a hysterical scream.

The weird water, after spraying on her face and skin, instantly boiled, rolling out black bubbles, corroding and rotting her skin and flesh, scorching black.

That situation was even worse than a fire!

"Help! This princess hurts to death!"

Mo Suran kept wailing, her voice became hoarse, and she subconsciously threw the dangerous magic bracelet out.

The eunuchs and court ladies immediately swarmed up and hugged Mo Suran who was lying on the ground writhing in pain.

(End of this chapter)