Chapter 951: The Little Princess in the Palm of Her Hand 18
Anyway, her own little princess is the legitimate heir to the throne.
Would it be better to change the king?
Qinghui thought for a moment, nodded slightly, hooked his lips, and his voice was clear, but it was like a demon's whisper, dangerous and seductive, "You mean, anything can be offered?" ”
After all, it doesn't matter if it is a sacrifice of human life, the poor people in the lower city grab a handful.
The king didn't realize that Qinghui was on his throne and wanted to give his throne to his little princess.
After all, none of the dark creatures that could be summoned here before had appeared of a similar level to Qinghui, and the purpose of those dark creatures was only to obtain some rare rewards, or the souls of some specific human beings.
Although the royal family has known for a long time that dark creatures are cunning and dangerous.
But because they don't do anything to their traders, that is, the royal family that meets their needs, they give the king an illusion.
No matter what, Qinghui will not be bad for himself.
So he nodded neatly and seriously, "Yes." ”
"Okay, as you wish."
The crimson eyes on Qinghui's left lit up, and the light gradually changed into the appearance of a magic circle.
The circle was carved into the king's eyes at the same time.
The contract is concluded.
During the monsoon rain, his fingers tightened Qinghui even more.
And the king, who got the promise, was naturally physically and mentally comfortable.
looked at Qinghui and thanked him.
And praised it again.
In this regard, Qinghui accepted the correct praise from the other party, did not say a word, and left while holding the monsoon.
Behind the two, the three children beside the king were all staring at Qinghui tightly.
The slightly larger prince pursed the corners of his lips, lowered his head, and the tips of his ears were a little red, "She's so pretty." ”
The other prince also nodded.
Only the only little princess of the empire sneered a little dissatisfied, "But a pariah, he dares to wear clothes of such colors." ”
refuses to admit that the other party is better looking than himself.
"If it weren't for my unwillingness, it would have been me, not the pariah, who would have followed that elf." ”
"Millie."
The king frowned and gave a low scold.
Ji Milli pursed the corners of her lips and said no more.
The two have already walked away.
But with Qinghui's ability, he is naturally able to listen to Ji Miri's unashamed words into his ears.
Qinghui thought about what that guy looked like a little casually.
After thinking about it for two seconds and not remembering, Qinghui felt that he was wasting time and gave up thinking directly.
During the monsoon rain, he pulled Qinghui's fingertips and looked up at Qinghui cautiously, "Lord Qinghui...... Do you really want to help Uncle? ”
The voice was also low, soft, glutinous, with a hint of horror.
Qinghui found a random place to sit down, and asked suspiciously, "Huh?" ”
Monsoon just pursed the corners of his lips and sat beside Qinghui silently.
The long eyelashes that hung low hid the color and expression in his eyes.
He quickly thought about countermeasures in his mind, after all, they were the opposite sides of the conflict, and what this uncle had done to him over the years was a topic that did not need to be discussed.
So if the king is displeased, he will be happy.
At this moment, he occupies the position next to Qinghui.
Occupy a place next to someone who can change the whole landscape.