A group of beautiful maidens walked in, each with a tray in their hands, and although they had horror in their eyes, they all had smiles on their faces.

Their graceful wide-sleeved deep coats gracefully set off their beautiful figures, and they gracefully stepped forward to greet the ghost king, and then put the tray in their hands on the long table on the side, and stood aside, as if listening to orders.

Aohime craned her neck to look, but saw that the tray was full of all kinds of food, fruits and delicacies, not those horrible human meat dishes.

Although she knew it wasn't time, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

It's the self-asserted Zhao Ziyu again.

Ah Ran couldn't help but hold his forehead.

How did he come to the conclusion, every time he saw him angry, he would send a bunch of beautiful women over, and no matter how bad it was, he would send some delicious food.

Did he think that he would not be angry in this way?

But when he was interrupted by this, he could only wave his hand and say, "You all go down." ”

Originally, Yuanhua could take the opportunity to retire, which was also Zhao Ziyu's purpose, but he had something in his heart, and he would not leave today no matter what.

Zhao Ziyu hated the iron and looked at Yin Yuanhua who was as immobile as a mountain, and the appearance he was prostrate there was very humble, which made him, an apprentice who had grown up in awe of his master, sigh to himself.

Helpless, he could only walk in with Yin Huijun.

"Hui Ling greets His Royal Highness, and may His Highness be like the Girbo of Nanshan and live a long life. ”

Yin Huijun is best at moving her mouth, and people who can say every word are happy in their hearts, but if she wants to hate someone, that person will definitely not be pleased.

"Hui Ling, I heard that this king's concubine was injured by you?"

The Ghost King seemed to just ask casually.

But everyone's ears pricked up, grasping the point of his words.

Hades?

Will Yingluo agree?

Fei Yi was very skeptical.

However, maybe this is not up to her.

Yin Huijun was stunned at first, and her eyes fell on Yingluo in the arms of Concubine Yi in the distance, but when she saw Yin Yuanhua who was trembling slightly on the ground, she quickly laughed.

The bamboo basket is empty, Yin Yuanhua.

She leaned down and said with a smile: "Hui Ling knows that she is wrong, if she had known earlier...... If she had known that the identity of the concubine was so valuable, Hui Ling would not dare to hurt her rashly. ”

"Although it was Hui Ling's unintentional mistake, but after all, it was an offense to the immortal body of the concubine, and he asked His Royal Highness to surrender the crime, and Hui Ling took the guilt himself, and there was no complaint. ”

She can speak, and over and over again, she focuses on her own unintentional mistakes.

Moreover, she recognized this miraculous concubine for the first time, and she would not seriously punish her when she thought that the ghost king would be overjoyed.

Zhao Ziyu thinks that he is not clumsy, blind and dark-hearted, but he still has to bow down in front of Hui Ling.

But he guessed wrong.

The air in the hall instantly became static, and the boundless cold feeling shrouded it, and the black mist spread out out of nothing, and on each dry bone, a black mist slowly oozed out, gathering together and condensing in the hands of the ghost king.

Even Fei Yi felt the coldness, she hugged Yingluo tightly, not daring to look at him.

Resentment is the strength to maintain the entire ghost country, and the more people who die, the stronger his power will be.

The Ghost King took a deep breath and only felt comfortable. Let's do it

Yin Huijun was already discolored, and he and Yin Yuanhua were prostrate on the ground together, not daring to get up again.

The black robe that dragged the ground had slowly walked in front of her, and in her sight, there was only the corner of the robe embroidered with gold piping, she didn't dare to raise her head, she could only tremble and shout: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please spare Hui Ling this time, for the sake of Hui Ling doing so many things for you, Hui Ling has only you in her heart......

"Hui Ling really knows that she is wrong, and she doesn't dare to ...... anymore"

The Ghost King looked at her coldly, without pity in his eyes.

His fingers grew violently, and the long dry bones grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up like a doll, and she struggled for a moment before she could cry out again, and her long hair fell out and fell limply.

"This king's concubine, how can you be allowed to blaspheme at will!"

He said coldly, but his eyes fell on Yin Yuanhua's body.

"If I spare you this time, where is the dignity of this king?"

"The country has national laws, and the family has family rules, if you are indulged, how will this king restrain others, and how will the order of the ghost country be maintained......"

As long as he imagined Ying'er in Yin Yuanhua's arms and let him pity him, he felt like a fire in his heart, and if he didn't vent it, he would not be able to hold back his irritability.

The heart-rending pain made him unable to control himself.

His hand slowly tightened, and black smoke slowly seeped out from Yin Huijun's body, flowing into his body in a steady stream.

Yin Yuanhua didn't say a word, and he didn't even raise his head.

Zhao Ziyu couldn't help but raise his head, but he closed his mouth under the threatening gaze of the ghost king, and lowered his head again, not daring to look at Yin Huijun's pitiful appearance.

This clearly refers to Sang scolding Huai and killing chickens and monkeys, but it's almost okay, is it really going to kill Yin Huijun?

Originally, I wanted to tell Master everything he saw by the hot spring, but now it seems that fortunately I haven't had time to say it, if I do......

He couldn't imagine the consequences.

He really wants to persuade the master, and occasionally he has to give both grace and power, gather people's hearts, and engage in team building or something.

This scares everyone in danger, and the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, which is not a thing.

Yin Huijun's bones were already making a gratifying sound, and her breath was getting weaker and weaker, and the Ghost King inhaled the black mist emitted from her body deeply, enjoying the pleasure of torturing her.

The more painful she was, the more comfortable he became, as if this pain had been inflicted on Yin Yuanhua's body.

If he hadn't been able to use Yin Yuanhua, he wouldn't have let him go so gently.

"Yuan Hua would never dare to think about it. ”

Yin Yuanhua finally spoke, his voice trembling a little.

He was already in tears, not for Huijun, but because he found out that he was really stupid, and he always thought that he still had a chance.

Knowing this, he should have fled with Yingluo in the morning, even if he took her to the ends of the earth, even if it was precarious, even if she would blame herself, he would never bring her back.

It's that he's too naïve.

"Smack!" With a bang, the ghost king finally reluctantly let go, and Yin Huijun lay on the ground like a mess of mud, his breath was dying, but he finally picked up a life.

"Ahem!" she coughed, and cried with tears and snot.

"Hui Ling...... Don't dare anymore......" The more she spoke, the softer she became, and she saw that it would not be done.

Yin Yuanhua helplessly stretched out her hand lightly and stabilized her internal breath.

I hope she can remember this lesson, it's close to the ghost king, isn't that a tiger skin?