Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 154

Until there was a suspicious beating in the palm, and the beating thing seemed to have a strange vitality, and it became hotter and thicker.

Shen Jingshu realized belatedly what the "life-saving straw" she grabbed in her panic just now was.

The body froze, and for a moment, embarrassment, horror, and various expressions flashed across Shen Jingshu's face, and then his right hand trembled, and he slowly let go of the living thing that was beating under his palm...

"That... I... didn't mean it...don't be angry, my lord..."

She really wanted to dig a hole to bury herself at this moment, what was wrong with her catching, she just grabbed the tyrant's cucumber, what is this?
As she expected, her apology could not at all calm down the anger surging in Murong Li's heart. Murong Li stared into her eyes, as full of cold and murderous aura just now.

The stunned soldiers around seemed to have foreseen her tragic end.

Unable to bear to see her being punished, a group of people suddenly regained their senses and retreated around.

"Ah, I remembered that the stinky socks I took off last night haven't been washed yet. Taking advantage of the coolness, I went to the river to wash them."

"Hey, wait for me, the smelly socks I took off last night haven't been washed yet, let's go together."

"Oh, the clothes I changed before have been piled up for a few days, and they should be washed, otherwise they will stink."

The soldiers all suddenly remembered stuffing stinky socks and dirty clothes at the foot of their beds, and ran off to wash the accumulated stock.

Shen Jingshu sneered, and when the soldiers left, their squatting feet moved quietly, ready to sneak away.

However, Murong Li didn't intend to give her a chance to slip away.

When she turned around and was about to run away, a big hand stretched out, grabbed the back collar of her clothes, lifted her up from the ground, and strode towards the tent in the distance.

"Ah! What are you doing? Let me down!"

Shen Jingshu was flustered, and his limbs were thrashing vigorously.

In broad daylight, what can the tyrant king do by taking her to the tent?
She just felt that his little cucumber has grown into a big cucumber, and he took her to the camp, didn't he want to do something to her?
No!She managed to survive until today, and she didn't want to die because of him.

Those concubines he married in the past died inexplicably just because he wanted to marry him. What did he want her to do, she must die completely?
It's a pity that no matter how desperately she struggled, how much she begged for mercy, Murong Li's steps towards the camp were still firm.

"Ah! His Royal Highness, Lord Wang, I beg you to let me go, okay?"

"You can forgive me this time, I really didn't mean it."

Shen Jingshu's voice of begging for mercy was already crying, and he felt that his future was dark.

She wasn't even sure if she was dazzled, she seemed to see Black and White Wuchang waving at her, with a sinister smile on her face.

A gust of wind with a damp smell from the underworld rushed towards her as they waved their hands...

"Oh!"

After entering the tent, Murong Li raised his hand and threw the Shen Jing book on the ground.

Even though the floor was covered with thick and soft carpets, the fall still made her dizzy and stared at her eyes, and also shattered the terrifying illusions in her mind.

Regardless of the pain in his body, Shen Jingshu scrambled and crawled forward to hide, begging for mercy repeatedly: "My lord, you must calm down, think clearly, if I die, no one will heal your face."

"You see that your face has improved now. After a while, the damaged wound will regenerate a large area of ​​skin. You don't want to give up all your previous efforts, do you?"

(End of this chapter)