Maid Crossing 3: Mad Concubine Overwhelms the World

Chapter 3, Cruel love [8]

Chapter 8, cruel love【8】

Hearing the low response of the maid who immediately walked to the door, Nangong Chuge's eyes suddenly revealed a look of satisfaction.

Folding back, without looking at Chu Yanran again, she stepped on wooden clogs and walked leisurely outside the bedroom.

As he moved, the wooden clogs stepped on his belt that had fallen off to the ground just now.

Amidst the clear and crisp sounds, the obsidian stones that were strung together were immediately separated and shattered, rolling to the side one after another.

The sound of wooden clogs, leisurely walking outside the door, followed by Nangong Chuge's lazy voice: "You stay here, clean up the inside!"

"Yes!"

Hearing Nangong Chuhua's order, the maids who surrounded him and came to Fengxiang Palace immediately responded in unison.

The leading maid in colorful clothes looked into Fengxiang Palace without any trace, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "The king, the queen?"

"If you die, throw it to the wolf park to feed the wolves!"

Nangong Chuge frowned slightly when he heard the maid's question.

The stunningly beautiful face is extremely lazy.

The intense movements just now, and the desire to vent at the end, all made him a little tired and tired.

He raised his eyebrows lazily, and spit out cold words word by word from his thin lips that were as thin as his heart: "If you don't die, send them back to Chu's family, and wait to be executed together!"

The sound fell, and the clogs sounded.

Nangong Chuge walked forward slowly, smelling the fresh and pleasant fragrance of flowers in the sky, listening to the melodious music played by the group of musicians who had no idea what was going on inside, and smiled lazily.

Raise your arms and lightly wave your fingers.

The slender fingers danced and hooked lightly, and the red lanterns all over the garden were instantly extinguished.

In the Yehua Palace, the bright and joyful palace lanterns were gone, and it was once again shrouded in the cold and silvery moonlight.

Nangong Chuge's eyes gradually turned as cold as frost.

From childhood to adulthood, countless times of near-death threats made him aware of one thing.

In this place where the strong control everything, only the cruel and ruthless can survive.

As long as he softened his heart a little, he would have died countless times.

Whoever is softhearted will die!

(End of this chapter)