Chapter 907

"Hundred mile ink..." Song Wuqi suddenly had a reaction. He read out the name and gently stroked her cheek with cold hands. He said softly, "scenery, you once said that you hate him..."

Bai limo is a very arrogant person. On the first day of marriage with scenery, he said to her: "summer scenery, I can give you the status and respect that the crown princess should have, but you don't want to get love from me. We are political marriage, and I can never love you."

After saying this, he left the bedroom again.

At that time, she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't know where he comes from. Will I need his love? I'll beat him up when I have a chance in the future

Hit him? No, kill him.

As if he found the motive force of action, song Wuqi stood up with his body of scenery. He murmured, "scenery, your wishes will come true When you wake up, you will praise me

When she wakes up, it will be like before. When he does something that makes her happy, she will jump into his arms happily and then stand on tiptoe to kiss his lips.

He disappeared in the woods, and even Liu Qi couldn't find his direction.

On the busy street of the Imperial City, a man in black suddenly appeared. The cloth of his clothes looked very noble, but his face and hands were stained with a lot of blood, especially the woman in his arms, pale and lifeless. At first glance, he was dead for a long time.

Where the man passed, pedestrians automatically gave up a road.

Someone whispered, "this man is not a madman, that woman is clearly a corpse, but he swaggered with the corpse on the street."

The body No, she's still alive.

The whispering passer-by's neck suddenly wrapped with a silver Bian, blood splashing between, a head fell on the ground.

The crowd quieted down, but suddenly, I don't know it's called "kill!" All the people began to run and shout frantically, and the peddlers couldn't even care about anything.

"It's too noisy..." Song has no time soft voice said: "scenery, I will soon let them quiet down."

The silver whip seemed to have its own life. Dozens of people had lost their lives when they kept moving. The blood color spread in the streets of the Imperial City, and the smell of blood spread in the imperial city.

The sun was as bloody as blood until it fell into the palace.

The national master rushed to the hall, where many people had died. Bai limo, who was seriously injured, protected the Iraqis behind him. The bleeding wound told him that he could not hold on for long. He gritted his teeth and looked at the people sitting on the Dragon chair, but he could do nothing.

He is not a man, but a Shura from hell.

Song Wuqi took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the face of the scenery. He always felt that she would be stained with a lot of dust along the way. Song did not lift his head and said, "I have killed too many people today. Scenery doesn't like me to kill people, so Kill yourself. "

He didn't move, but there was an overwhelming murderous spirit, which did not affect the woman in his arms. The place where the woman lay was the only place where he could release his tenderness.

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