Chapter Ninety-Eight: Chu Niangniang was arrested in the middle of the night

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There is a faint fragrance in the temple, which is very helpful for sleep.

Chu Zhiyu was very big-hearted, and after sending Lu Huiming away, she went to bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night in a daze, as if I felt the window being blown open by the wind, and a stream of cold wind poured into the house.

I didn't touch the quilt on my body a few times.

She sat up with her eyes closed and was about to get out of bed and close the window, Lan Ye's little girl slept so soundly tonight.

Suddenly, I felt a cold object in my hand.

A soft bullet with human tissue, but cold as a dead thing.

Chu Zhiyu's drowsiness was suddenly woken up, she opened her eyes suddenly, and scolded, "Who?!" ”

The aura is also condensed at the fingertips.

The room was brightly lit, and the tyrant's gloomy face appeared in front of her, sitting on the bed next to Chu Zhiyu.

Standing on the edge of the window, Sanshui, who opened the window to make Concubine Chu sober and sober, silently bowed his head.

"Get out."

Chu Zhiyu almost suffered a cardiac arrest, and she didn't know what kind of hobby the tyrant was, and the third watch suddenly appeared at her bedside in the middle of the night.

It's really scary.

The tyrant's low, cold voice was full of anger.

Due to the imminent eruption of the volcano in general.

And Chu Zhiyu also smelled the rich bloody breath outside at this time, and she was keenly aware that there was a lot of familiar smell outside.

The people who were protecting her, or spying on her, were gone.

Chu Zhiyu's heart sank, and she was still at a loss and was about to get up and go out according to the tyrant's words.

The snow-skinned and black-haired emperor was already on the verge of rage, and his gaze was like a blade on Chu Zhiyu's body.

Sanshui retreated nervously, not daring to make a single movement at all, for fear of being affected.

"Your Majesty?"

Chu Zhiyu was half-sitting on the bed, with some uneasiness and confusion on her face.

Qin Sheng lifted the corners of his lips without smiling, and there was an unstoppable killing intent in his deep eyes, and he grabbed Chu Zhiyu's neck.

Look at her stunned, frightened, dazed, pleading.

"Blasphemy, betrayal of me, have you thought about the end?"

Chu Zhiyu had difficulty breathing, a suffocating look appeared on her fair face, and her weak and boneless hands helplessly grabbed the big hand around her neck that could know her life at any time.

Whimpering and shaking his head to try to explain.

Qin Sheng's hand slowly tightened, his scarlet eyes were filled with a thick and cruel anger and tyranny, and Chu Zhiyu even felt that he was going to die at his hands today.

The aura that had not yet fully recovered touched the emperor's body, and it became soft and harmless air.

A tear fell from the corner of her eye.

With a loose hand, he let the tyrant brutally clench his neck.

Only a pair of gentle and sad eyes were revealed, as if there was a thousand tenderness and sorrow that was difficult to appeal.

Qin Sheng couldn't wait to strangle her to death.

"Where did he touch you?"

The hoarse voice scanned Chu Zhiyu's delicate body, from her undulating fullness to her slender waist half-hidden under the quilt, and even underneath.

Chu Zhiyu seized this respite, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, and she bit her red lip aggrievedly.

A sneer flashed in Qin Sheng's eyes, thinking that she was going to bite the bullet like those people.

Suddenly, he felt a little inexplicable and bored when he arrived at the temple in the middle of the night, and he was disappointed beyond words, and he was equally unclear about what he was disappointed in.

He let go and got up, and Chu Zhiyu realized that he was dressed casually, obviously getting up temporarily.

Xuan's clothes were half-open, revealing a lean and cold white chest, and a strand of black hair fell down, covering his dark face.

"Your Majesty......"

She rushed forward, embracing King Qin's waist as if she were not dying.

Qin Sheng's anger was ignited at this moment, and he snorted coldly: "Look for death!" ”

As soon as his hand was raised, he was about to ruthlessly throw Chu Zhiyu away.