The princess wants to divorce

167 Chapter 1 The Two Colds of the Awesome B [-]
Chu Xiaoren stared at the glass in her hand seriously, the so-called thirst was actually just an excuse, looking at the full glass of water in her hand, she knew it was an excuse.

But why does she always run away like this? This seems to have become a habit.

She seems a little cowardly, well, as a woman, cowardice is allowed.

"Miss, miss." Xiao Yi ran back panting.

Chu Xiaoren pulled back his thoughts of wandering somewhere, and glanced at the obviously tired Xiaoyi, "Who won?"

That's right, she left the cell, but she didn't forget to send Xiaoyi to find out information.It can be said to be curious, or it can be said to be concerned.

"It's not good, it's not good, Miss." Xiaoyi couldn't breathe, and couldn't speak very clearly, so Chu Xiaoren could only roll his eyes constantly, "Why is it not good, can you do it once? Finished?"

Xiao Yi took a hard breath, and then, under Chu Xiaoren's gaze, said, "The prince is going to kill Mr. Mu."

Oh, there's more than enough to die for. "What?" Chu Xiaoren, who reacted a little slowly, jumped up, "He is going head to head with Mu Xiaohan?" Zheng Xiaohan will definitely not be Mu Xiaohan's opponent.

"No, miss, the prince has arranged a lot of archers outside the dungeon, and it seems that he wants to shoot Mr. Mu into a thorn."

Such an appropriate metaphor, Chu Xiaoren rushed outside with a cup in his hand.

Xiao Yi's eyes widened, unable to believe that she was still so impulsive, and hurriedly shouted, "Miss, slow down."

slow?No matter how slow it is, it will be too late, just kidding, since Mu Xiaohan died, wouldn't it be unknown whether the poison has been cured?

In the dungeon, Mu Xiaohan only had a relaxed smile on his face. He had already broken through the enemy formation while moving. Looking at the guards who fell on the ground, he just smiled contemptuously, "If you can catch me, then my name will be honored." I leave it to you."

He has so many names, but it's not for nothing.

Zheng Xiaohan outside was sitting on the grand teacher's chair, holding a cup in his hand, sipping tea, listening to bad news from time to time.

His brows were frowned, but he restrained himself and continued to sit. He just ordered lightly, "Let the archers prepare. I don't want to see a fly escape from the prison."

(End of this chapter)