There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 373
Yang Churuo swallowed his saliva, trying to calm down his anxious heart, took out the poison in his hand, and looked up at Feng Ling who was smiling lightly, he smiled purely, lazily, and Peace, if she didn't know that his smile hides the cruelty, she would even be confused by his bright smile.

He became ruthless and wanted to pour the medicine down, but Chu Yuchen's gentle and windy shadow flashed in his mind.

If Prince Xuanyuan died, then the Chu Kingdom would definitely go to war with the Tianfeng Kingdom.

Although this was what she had always hoped for, and it was also her purpose of entering Chu State, but... what about Chu Yuchen... I'm afraid he will be in a lot of trouble, right?
Yang Churuo staggered a few times, barely able to pry open the little prince Xuanyuan's mouth, and the servants on one side seemed to see that she was unwell, so they thoughtfully and rudely helped him pry open the little prince Xuanyuan's mouth, the pain made the little prince tight Frowning tightly, he cursed indistinctly, "Bastards, you bastards, you will die."

Yang Churuo gritted her teeth tightly, and poured all the poison in her hands into the mouth of the little prince Xuanyuan. Her whole body couldn't stop trembling. She even felt a tinge of hatred towards Feng Ling, and became more determined to survive and avenge her family.

Little prince Xuanyuan, don't blame me, if you want to blame, you can only blame you for being Xuanyuan Jinze's younger brother.

"Hmmmm..." The little prince Xuanyuan struggled in pain, mumbled something indistinctly, his delicate and clean face was almost distorted, hideous and frightening, his hands and feet tied behind his back, even more so. It was a desperate struggle, with blood overflowing from both hands and feet.

But even so, he still couldn't struggle to get away, and his body became weak for a while.

Yang Churuo's body went limp, and he fell to the ground slumped. After watching the little prince struggle for a while, he kicked his legs and completely lost his breath. ''

"Master, the little prince Xuanyuan is out of breath." The servant at the side told me lightly.

Yang Churuo stared blankly at his hands.

She killed... She killed... She killed the little prince Xuanyuan...

The little prince Xuanyuan who called her beautiful sister just now and wanted to return her to Tianfeng Kingdom just disappeared...

She killed him... she killed him with her own hands...

Yang Churuo leaned against the wall in pain, a tear fell from her eyes, and felt a shadow appear in front of her. Yang Churuo opened her eyes, but Feng Ling watched her performance with satisfaction, squatted down, raised her chin, and said with a smile , "Yes, if you can kill people like this in the future, you will be half successful."

Yang Churuo stubbornly turned her head away, not to look at Feng Ling's disgusting face.

Feng Ling didn't care too much, just reminded lightly, "Remember, if you can't give me the soldier talisman tomorrow, you will definitely not be able to afford the end, hahaha..."

Yang Churuo clenched his hands until his veins swelled, he looked coldly at Feng Ling and laughed, and walked away, feeling cold in his heart.

After Feng Ling and the others left, Hong Ling took three steps at a time, took the clothes that Feng Ling had left behind, put them on Yang Churuo, and said in a trembling voice, "Ma'am, how are you?" Why was she shaking? so powerful?

Yang Churuo shook her head and watched coldly as they brought out the body of the little prince Xuanyuan. Every inch of her body was aching, and she couldn't stand up because of the pain.

Closing her eyes, those disgusting demon claws were still stroking her body, as well as the appearance of little prince Xuanyuan's tragic death.

"Ma'am, forgive Hongling for saying something disrespectful. Since the master doesn't want you to take care of the matter of Ye Hong and Qiao Shuqi, you can leave it alone. I can't get it..." Hong Ling shuddered, not daring to imagine the consequences.

(End of this chapter)