The Demon Princess

Chapter 234

Under the city wall, amidst the army of zombies stationed outside the city gate, two figures, one red and one black, were riding on a black horse, staring closely at the figures on the tower.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the black figure's mouth: "This time everyone is finally here."

The red figure stretched out a finger covered with black nails, and plucked a strand of black hair on his chest: "The blood of the enemy must be delicious to drink." After she finished speaking, she stretched out her tongue and licked the corner of her lips as if she couldn't wait any longer.

These two people are Lan Xueyi and Shen Menglan.

Shen Menglan looked at Lan Xueyi's appearance, as if thinking of something, she suddenly reminded: "Don't forget what you promised me, after revenge, I want the second prince."

Lan Xueyi glanced at Shen Menglan disdainfully: "After killing Lou Xuan and the others, what kind of man do you want, but you want to miss a man who doesn't think of you at all."

When she was sent to the nunnery, her heart for the second prince died. She only wanted the second prince to torture him. She looks like a ghost now, and she has nothing to do with him. If At that time, he was willing to say a word for her, even if he agreed to accept her timidly, she would not be like this.

Didn't he want her?Then she will let him have a taste of regret.

Shen Menglan said with a ferocious face: "I want him to taste the feeling of not being able to live but not being able to die. I want to torture him every day. Isn't this more pleasant than killing him?"

"That's right." Lan Xueyi smiled coldly.

A soldier in armor walked over tremblingly, knelt under Lan Xue's horse and said, "Holy Lord!"

After Lan Xueyi succeeded to the throne, all civil and military officials called her the Holy Lord.

Lan Xueyi glanced down at the soldier: "What's the matter?"

The soldier felt that the hairs on Lan Xueyi's eyes stood on end, and his body was covered with cold sweat. He said with a trembling voice, "Suddenly, many charms were pasted on the east gate. Our zombie army suffered heavy losses. The Holy Master will now Don't retreat first?"

Lan Xueyi's voice suddenly turned cold: "Retreat?" She paused for a moment and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but the look in her eyes became even colder: "Do you think we should retreat now?"

The soldier was so frightened that his whole body went limp. He knew that he had said something wrong at this moment, and his teeth were chattering in fright: "Holy...Holy Lord...forgive me." He kowtowed repeatedly as he spoke.

As he made a solid kowtow, blood was soon poured out from his forehead.

Shen Menglan glanced at his bloody forehead, and a mocking smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth, really looking for death.

Lan Xueyi saw the soldier's bleeding forehead, her eyes became more and more red, and her throat rolled slightly: "Come here." Her voice was soft.

Hearing this, the soldiers who were kowtowing got up tremblingly, and walked to Lan Xueyi's feet: "Holy..." Before he finished his sentence, a big mouthful of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Lan Xueyi licked the blood stains on her nails, her eyes were fiery red, as if she had encountered some extremely delicious food, she suddenly flew off the horse, and under the terrified eyes of the soldier, she lay down on his neck and swallowed his blood.

On the city wall, Long Qingle only felt that she was surrounded by a line of sight. She looked along the source of the line of sight and saw a black figure riding a horse under the city gate among thousands of zombies. Shi Zheng looked in her direction.

Because of the distance, Long Qingle couldn't see her face clearly, but her figure made Long Qingle feel very familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was for a while.

(End of this chapter)