The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 367
Huhen felt a little dazed.

Why did Huang Wang come up with such a question?
Confused in his heart, Huhen still said the truth: "I didn't touch anything, I just touched hands.

what--"

With a scream, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

He didn't see how Ye Wuhuang made a move, only saw Huhen kneeling on the ground with both arms gone.

With a pale face, Huhen knelt on the ground, shaking his body.

Huang Wang crippled his two arms.

"anything else?"

Ye Wuhuang's voice was very pleasant to hear, but now it was doubly harsh to Huhen's ears.

It's like Huhen is facing the god of death instead of Ye Wuhuang.

"No more."

With his lips trembling, Hu Hen endured the pain of a broken arm, and answered word by word.

"there is none left?"

Ask back, ask back with a pleasant smile.

Huhen's teeth were almost chattering: "Really. No. Yes."

"very good."

A murderous look flashed in his eyes, Ye Wuhuang still had a charming smile on his lips.

Raising the plain hand, a black spiritual force gathered in the palm, and was about to hit Huhen with a palm.

"elder brother"

Ye Feiwu understood from what she just said.

Ye Wuhuang is not here to cheer, but to find fault.

With a big stride, he stood between Huhen and Ye Wuhuang.

Ye Feiwu looked at Ye Wuhuang with a very bad expression: "Brother, what happened today is not what you thought.

Jian Luo is just an insignificant prisoner in our Yexing Pavilion, I didn't kill him right away."

"You want to kill her?"

With a cold voice, Ye Wuhuang's face was ice-cold.

"Jian Luo hurt me so badly, and robbed my sweetheart, it was kind of me not to kill her right away."

Muttering, Ye Feiwu couldn't help shrinking her neck a little in the face of the coldness emanating from Ye Wuhuang's body.

With a flick of the black sleeve robe, Ye Feiwu, who was originally standing by Nie Nie, rose into the air.

With a 'bang' sound, Ye Feiwu was lightly flicked by Ye Wuhuang and hit the ground.

Ye Feiwu raised her head and looked at Ye Wuhuang in disbelief, even though Ye Wuhuang didn't use any spiritual power in her flick.

She didn't suffer any injuries, at best, it was similar to a fall.

But Ye Feiwu still looked at Ye Wuhuang in disbelief.

"Brother, you actually"

Tears streamed down, Ye Feiwu cried.

(End of this chapter)