Prince Zhao propped his chin and said lazily: "Then you might as well guess again, what the palace asked you to do." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao thought about it seriously, "I can't guess." ”

"These days, you have been acting calm, not crying or making trouble, are you really a fool?"

Mu Xiaoxiao's breath stagnated and did not speak.

Prince Zhao straightened his sleeves, walked over, walked around behind Mu Xiaoxiao, put his hand on her shoulder, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "It's just that this palace is very curious, how can Ye Xingchen like you, your body, doesn't it make men crazy?" ”

As he spoke, Prince Zhao's hand tried to violate her.

Mu Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth, grabbed his hand, kicked his knee with one foot, and before Prince Zhao could react, he fell over the shoulder.

A cold light appeared, and a dagger hit the façade of Prince Zhao.

Prince Zhao's pupils shrank, his head tilted, and his sword was inserted into the plank.

Mu Xiaoxiao pulled it out and stabbed it again.

Prince Zhao directly clasped her wrist and smiled playfully: "What a little wild cat, this palace likes it." ”

"Phew! Your liking disgusts me, damn it! ”

Mu Xiaoxiao's sword turned and almost stabbed Prince Zhao's left shoulder.

But the disparity between the strength of men and women was too great, and Prince Zhao directly twisted Mu Xiaoxiao's wrist, only to hear a "click", dislocated, and the dagger fell to the ground.

The pain made Mu Xiaoxiao break out in a cold sweat, gritted his teeth, and smashed his face with his other hand into a fist, but he missed and knocked off his mask.

"Bang-"

The mask fell to the ground, and for a moment the room could hear a pin drop.

"You ......"

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at an ugly scar under his eye in shock.

Prince Zhao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he kicked her abdomen, Mu Xiaoxiao fell to the ground, holding her stomach and shrinking into a ball. There is no mistake

Prince Zhao hurriedly picked up the mask and put it on.

This scar is a stain on his life, and all of this is given by worshipping the stars of the night and the stars of the night!

Mu Xiaoxiao endured the pain and took the dislocated wrist back, and his face turned pale in pain.

Prince Zhao stepped forward a few times, grabbed her collar and threw her on the bed.

Mu Xiaoxiao's back was hit on the hard board, and tears came out in pain.

Prince Zhao walked over with a sneer and pulled the position of the neckline, "It's still a little wild cat that can resist, but this palace prefers the way you resist in bed." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao was startled, and tried to shrink into the corner, and smashed everything she could grab in her hand.

"You go away! I hate you,! ”

Prince Zhao came over, dragged Mu Xiaoxiao by one foot, and stretched out his hand to tear her clothes.

"Ahh No! ”

"Huh, don't? Hongu is looking forward to what you say. ”

Prince Zhao restrained Mu Xiaoxiao's hands and pressed them on the bed, and was about to bite her neck, when someone suddenly broke in.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince——!"

Prince Zhao's movements froze, and the wind and rain were about to come.

smiled, stood up and tidied up his clothes, and slowly picked up the dagger on the ground, the killing intent in his eyes flashed.

Mu Xiaoxiao covered her body, her eyes were red, like a wounded and hesitant deer.

Prince Zhao played with the dagger and looked at Tong Ying who suddenly broke in with a smile: "Zhao Ying, this palace used to only be your dog, but now, you can't even do a dog." ”

Tong Ying's face was full of disbelief: "His Royal Highness the Prince, I am your sister!" ”

"Really? Did the palace admit it, or did the father admit it? ”