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Chapter 469 Osmanthus Totem
There were bursts of mournful wailing from below, which attracted Huang Zhenzhen's attention.

Huang Zhenzhen looked down, but he was dying, with a lot of blood flowing out of his body, and the guards were still punching and kicking unceremoniously.

This is really infuriating.

In the past, she would have never hesitated to help, but in the past, she did not dare to interfere.

Seeing that the big head vented a lot of air but not enough air, and the eighth prince was laughing with the beauty in his arms, Huang Zhenzhen's eyes turned cold, and when he was about to make a move, the eighth prince suddenly yelled, "Stop it, it's better to beat someone to death!" anything fun."

The guards retreated one after another, waiting respectfully aside.

Datou spat out a mouthful of blood, struggling to get up, but couldn't get up no matter what.

A shadow came over, and the big head realized that it was the Eighth Prince looking down on him. He gritted his teeth and said weakly, "You will suffer retribution, you will definitely suffer retribution."

"Retribution? Hahaha... This king never believes in retribution, even if there is retribution, I will not die before you. Do you know how your wife died?"

Huang Zhenzhen took a few steps forward, and glanced at the drunk face of the Eighth Prince.

He is not very similar to Su Shaoxuan, Su Shaoxuan's handsomeness has long surpassed that of human beings, and he is so beautiful that he is not like ordinary people.His facial features are sharp and angular, and every part of his body looks like the most outstanding work of God. Once you take a look at it, you are reluctant to let people look away, especially the cold temperament on his body, which adds a few more traces of elegance.

But the eighth prince, although he looks good, is far inferior to Su Shaoxuan.

The murderous, vulgar, and turbid air of the Eighth Prince is too heavy, and I am afraid that no one will like it, let alone his arrogant and arrogant personality.

She used to think that the Eighth Prince was a powerful character, but now it seems that behind the Eighth Prince, there should be some experts pointing him out.

Just such an idiot, she couldn't believe that he was the one who founded the assassin organization that caused a sensation all over the world.

"Your daughter-in-law who just passed through the door is really staunch. The king gave her so many jewelry, and she didn't like any of them. The king asked her to be my king's woman, but she didn't even think about it. She wanted to do it for you, a blacksmith. Preserving your virginity is a ridiculous thing in the world. How can you fulfill her wish? The more she wants to protect you, the more this king wants her, so this king occupies her, hahaha..."

"Do you know how she died? The king used scissors to cut off her fingers and toes one by one, and the sound was, tsk tsk..."

"You are not a human, you are a beast, let me go, I will kill you..."

"The king also used scissors to cut open her stomach, and pulled out the intestines one by one, cutting with a click. The sound is really beautiful, but it's a pity you didn't hear it."

Such cruel words came out of the Eighth Prince's mouth, as if he was enjoying some wonderful music, and the rest of the restaurant was horrified when he heard it, and some of them were timid and passed out on the spot.

Huang Zhenzhen clenched his hands tightly, resisting the urge to kill the Eighth Prince.

If she is not a future person, she cannot interfere with the affairs here.She killed this kind of scum long ago.

"Girl, hurry up and enter the house, and be careful not to be seen by the Eighth Prince." Xiao Er reminded him kindly.

Downstairs, the big head was angry, angry and sad, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and was actually pissed to death, while the eighth prince was still laughing.

Huang Zhenzhen closed his eyes tiredly.

Forget it, it's all happened, it's useless for her to be angry.

Just as he was about to leave to inquire about the little boy, Huang Zhenzhen suddenly saw an osmanthus flower embroidered on the sleeve of the Eighth Prince.

The sweet-scented osmanthus flower shook her whole body, and the anger that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time gushed out crazily.

The Eighth Prince is actually from the Northern Kingdom...

(End of this chapter)