Chapter 843

This is murongsheng how deep hatred, unexpectedly with such a sinister way, to treat a dead person?

It's said that this is the most insidious way. Use 7749 long nails to nail the coffin, so that the people in the coffin will die and will never be able to survive.

Hard, really too hard!

Looking at the long nails that fall on the ground, Shangguan Huang's eyes show a sense of killing. Take one from the ground with the finger on the hand, put it in front of your eyes and look at it. The finger pinches it: "check! Let's find out who did it! I want to make her miserable

He put in the heart, can't let people hurt baby, how can you allow others to treat like this!

"Yes, master!"

Dark Wei takes orders directly, dare not delay for a moment, set out to investigate this matter directly.

Several dark guards left to open the coffin. Shangguanhuang, who was still very calm just now, couldn't calm down at all. His heart was surging. It seemed that a big stone was pressing hard on his heart, making him breathless.

Walking into the coffin, I watched the people lying in the coffin, dressed in white clothes. There is no funerary things, hair is also directly scattered behind, did not let people carefully tidy up.

Originally, his face was very white, now he was wearing white clothes, which set off more white, without any sign of life.

There is no sign of ups and downs in the chest, and the eyes are very calm. But it's like sleeping, very quiet lying in the coffin, people can't help but hold their breath, dare not disturb.

Shangguanhuang wants to stretch out her fingers and gently touch her face. But when the finger is about to touch, it stops abruptly.

Looking at his fingers with mud and mixed with a lot of blood, he quickly took back his hands. If he touched her cheek, would her face be dirty?

Shangguanhuang rubbed his hands on his black clothes, but where could he wipe them so easily? Shangguanhuang looked at his hands. The more he wiped them, the dirtier they were. There was no way to wipe the dirt and blood on his hands.

Shangguanhuang is very upset, but he is afraid that he will vent his temper, which will disturb murongsheng's rest. He tore his black robe in two and exploded his hands into two big rice dumplings.

No matter whether it is good-looking or not, at least it will not let the dirt on his hands touch murongsheng's body. Shangguanhuang was satisfied with this, so he bent down and took Murong out of the coffin.

The doctor frowned and wanted to stop him, but looking at shangguanhuang, he didn't know how to stop him.

Just watching shangguanhuang hold murongsheng in his arms, it's like a child finally got his beloved thing. He's afraid that others will come to fight for it, so he directly reports it tightly.

If someone really comes to grab it, shangguanhuang will fight for it directly.

It's all like this. What can the doctor say to stop it?

Only according to shangguanhuang's own ideas.

Shangguanhuang took murongsheng in his arms and walked down the mountain step by step, holding murongsheng tightly in his arms: "tomorrow, I will marry my princess."