The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 181 Whip the corpse, a perverted move
Seeing this, the two maids burst into tears, "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu my servants never laughed at Wangiuuuuuu...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

Xuanyuan Yihong clacked his hands, and with bloodshot eyes, he grabbed one of the servant girls by the neck, and with a ruthless force, the corner of the servant girl's mouth overflowed with blood, dispelling the fragrance.

Seeing the maidservant's death, Xuanyuan Yihong squinted his eyes fiercely, and threw the maidservant's body out violently.

Seeing this, the other servant girl was so frightened that she nearly lost her wits, she kept backing away, looked at Xuanyuan Yihong in horror, and cried, "My lord... my lord, spare my life... my lord, spare my life..."

"Forgive? This king wishes to kill all the women in the world. Feng Qianya, this king swears not to return ten times the humiliation I suffered today, and I, Xuanyuan Yihong, will not be human. The king is waiting, this king will never let you go...haha...this king will not let you go...haha..."

After Xuanyuan Yihong finished speaking viciously, he laughed wildly, his bloodthirsty eyes fell on the maidservant who was retreating.

The servant girl's humiliated shouts resounded throughout the bath.

But Xuanyuan Yihong was in a frenzy, the more painful the servant girl's face was, and the more painful the cry was, the more excited he became, and he ruthlessly acted like a beast.

He didn't stop until the servant girl couldn't stand his crazy behavior and passed out, and then he stopped, and his big hand ruthlessly grabbed the neck of the servant girl who had passed out. Throwing the servant girl's body out fiercely, he roared wildly: "Come on, drag it out, whip the corpse... haha... whip the corpse..."

After he finished speaking, a black figure shrouded in purple air quickly flashed in.

The black shadow is the man in the ghost mask. Seeing Xuanyuan Yihong with disheveled hair, he kept yelling and whipping the corpse like crazy. His eyes turned cold, and he flew forward, grabbed Xuanyuan Yihong's neck, and said angrily: "Xuanyuan Yihong, are you crazy? What do you look like now? You and I are both people who can do great things. We can bend and stretch. After suffering such humiliation, we should make ourselves stronger instead of going crazy here. "

"Feng Qianya... This king will not let her go, I won't let her go... ah... Feng Qianya... ah..." After hearing what the man in the ghost mask said, Xuanyuan Yihong still roared wildly. The blood-red eyes seemed to be full of blood.

He looked like he wanted to drink Feng Qianya's blood, cram her tendons, and tear her bones apart.

Seeing that he was still roaring madly, the man in the ghost mask grabbed his neck hard, Xuanyuan Yihong's face flushed immediately, and the strong sense of suffocation made him recover a bit of reason.

"Emperor...Emperor brother...let... let go...cough...cough..." Xuanyuan Yihong grabbed his brother's hand, his face flushed with pain.

The man in the ghost mask saw that he had regained some sanity, so he let go of his hand.

(End of this chapter)