Prince Allure: Marry a Black-bellied Little Xianggong

Chapter 98 [Qian Qian Shang] It's better to kill him first
Feng Qianxia's wound was bandaged, and Dugu Shang helped her change into a coat, no trace of injury could be seen on the surface.

But he thought, this is still hard to escape Prince Cheng's eyes, maybe she will take the initiative to say it.

He left the room and went to another guest room, Luo Chen was waiting with frown.

"What do you think, son?"

Dugu Shang picked up a cloth towel beside him to wipe his sword, and said, "Although their martial arts tried their best to conceal them, they still showed up at the last moment. It seems that the second or third child has not forgotten me, the exiled Prince."

He snorted coldly, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

Can't wait so much?

Even he, who is outside and poses no threat to them, will not be spared.

"The subordinates think that they may be afraid that the young master has become the county magistrate of the Fengqi Kingdom, and that the Fengqi Kingdom will help him in the future, so they want to make an early move."

In fact, what he suspected just now was the prince of Fengqi Kingdom, but he didn't expect that the young master could see their dying tricks at a glance.

It seems that even he, a subordinate who has been following him for many years, cannot predict how secret their young master is.

"Do you remember what that person looked like?"

Dugu Shang asked suddenly, his eyes darkened.

Luochen has been by his side for many years, and he can comprehend it in just one sentence, "My lord wants to—"

"Let Huali go, your disguise technique, coupled with Huali's martial arts, should not be seen."

Dugu Shang paused for a moment, and moved to the window with his hands behind his back.

Opening the window, a gust of cold wind came in, and the fallen leaves were flying. It turned out that it was late autumn.

"I have to endure in Fengqi Country, but there is no need there. If someone wants to kill me, I might as well kill him first."

His tone was soft and quiet, like the wind, so light that it could melt away at any time.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, and a thin needle flew out of his sleeve, nailing a yellow leaf that was falling, and embedded it on the tree pole, unable to control his own fate, being bound...

He has endured it for many years, and he is about to have a new turning point.

At that time, he will not let go of any of those who insulted him!

Luochen looked at him and listened to his words, a sense of awe rose in his heart for no reason.

(End of this chapter)