Wrath of the Horsewhip

There were stumps everywhere, and Zhao Liangxiao felt that the smell of blood was almost seeping into her bones.

She has always felt that after such a long time of washing, the hazy memory brought about by the massacre in southern Xinjiang has long been asleep and eliminated from her body, but the little prince in front of her has made a comeback with a vengeful anger. The awakening gave birth to terrible memories of her fishy smell.

The reason why she is standing here today is only because she is not only the princess of Zhao Kingdom, but also Huo Fei's childhood sweetheart.

I'm afraid that Wei Shengxia is just a pretense, first trying to provoke the relationship between her and Huo Fei, and then luring her out. I'm afraid that Wei Shengxia is not here at all at this moment, but is hidden by them to deal with Huo Fei. Maybe they couldn't figure out who was more threatening to Huo Fei between her and Wei Shengxia, so they caught it together to weigh the pros and cons.

Wu Dahu's body lay quietly on the ground, although he was so brutal, he had also punched and kicked her, Zhao Liangxiao couldn't bear to turn his head, not wanting to see such a tragic scene......

I saw that Wu Dahu's body was in a different place, and he was stabbed several times, and Ah Cheng and Zhu Hong were also scarred, lying on the ground with cloudy eyes, as if they were about to lose their breath, Zhao Liangxiao didn't understand whether the little prince was cleaning up the portal or what, she smelled this smell and couldn't help frowning.

Then, Lian Tao walked over to her, and she obediently let Lian Tao tie herself up, she understood that they were going to take her.

The little prince looked at her walking posture uncertainly, she had some difficulty walking, because it was difficult to sleep against the carriage wall at night, so her waist had been hurting, Zhao Liangxiao met the eyes of the little prince, the little prince's facial features covered with burns were distorted, and his lips and teeth opened slightly: "Slow." ”

He approached Zhao Liangxiao, if he remembered correctly, the princess Lechang in front of him was a year older than himself, obviously the same person, but because of a war to a completely different fate, she lived in the sun, carefree, love and hate him but to be a revengeful ghost, only worthy of smelling the smell of the cold wind at night.

Zhao Liangxiao's eyes were cold when he looked at him, and sure enough, the little prince smiled ghostly in the next second, with a little evil spirit, and also with a little hideous, it seemed that he was already terrifying, and he was even more like a hellish Shura: "Lian Tao, give my horse to the princess as a meeting gift." ”

Zhao Liangxiao couldn't quite understand the meaning of his words, looked at Lian Tao nodded silently, and then, she was taken to a jujube red horse, just puzzled, Lian Tao untied her rope, pressed the horse's head down, Zhao Liangxiao's heart jumped, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in her heart, and before she could speak, Lian Tao tied her hand to the stirrup of the horse's bridle.

"It turns out that the dignified little prince of southern Xinjiang is only capable of this." Zhao Liangxiao twisted, and found that Lian Tao's knotting technique was really first-class, and he couldn't break free at all, and he could only be dragged away by this horse after a while, and this was exactly what the little prince meant, she knew that this little prince wanted her to die, the more ruthless she was tortured, the happier he was.

The little prince did not speak, turned over and got on the horse, and the entourage followed closely, and after finding his horse, he jumped and landed firmly on the horse's back.

Zhao Liangxiao gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, raised his legs forward, and reluctantly hung on the body of the little prince's beloved horse, a posture of living and dying with the horse.

A trace of anger flashed in the little prince's eyes, he raised his horsewhip, aimed at Zhao Liangxiao's legs, and pulled it down with all his might. I1483