Chapter 417： : If you lose the bet, do you get so angry?

Jiang Fu never saw children sad, and when he saw the aggrieved look of the little ghost king, he immediately said:

"It's okay, burn it to you, I'll burn it to you."

Things can be burned, but she will never be able to yell out that "sister".

The little ghost king immediately became happy, she looked up at the girl in front of her and said:

"My sister is so kind, then I will be my sister from now on~ No one has ever been so kind to others!"

The corner of Jiuqu's mouth twitched lightly, and he quickly looked at his other student.

Zhao Heng still maintained the previous posture. He looked at Jiang Fu over there with some horror. Seeing her talking to an empty place, he couldn't help swallowing lightly, and asked in a very low voice:

"Then, is there a ghost in that place?"

Jiuqu nodded, pondered for a while, and said with certainty, "Not bad, it's still a pretty powerful ghost."

Zhao Heng's eyes went dark and he passed out.

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When Xie Cheng heard that Jiang Fu and the others had entered the Eighth Prince's Mansion, he immediately came to pick them up.

Sometimes when he entered the door, he bumped into the eighth prince who was pulled out head-on.

The Eighth Prince, who used to be a glorious man, can no longer see his original appearance at this moment. His hair is disheveled, his clothes are disheveled, and his face is hideous.

"Jiang Fu, Jiang Fu, you bitch! You will die badly, you will die badly! My Highness will never let you go, I will never let you go—"

The eleven steps of pushing Xie Cheng stopped suddenly, and he saw Xie Cheng cautiously. Sure enough, Xie Cheng's face became extremely ugly in an instant.

The guards who were dragging Zhao An couldn't help shivering.

Xie Cheng's pupils were very dark, and when he looked over, it looked like two bottomless wells, with a coolness penetrating into the bone marrow, making it impossible to look directly at.

The guards didn't dare to look too much, they just wanted to pull the man away quickly, and didn't want to stay here any longer, but they didn't want Xie Cheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, to speak.

Sitting there, he looked at Zhao An with a half-smile and said, "Why is the Eighth Highness so angry after losing the bet?"

Zhao An became even angrier when he thought about the bet that day. He punched and kicked with both hands and legs, but he was held up tightly by two guards and couldn't touch Xie Cheng.

"Xie Cheng, how long do you think you can be proud?" He said to Xie Cheng while struggling, "With a woman like Jiang Fu by your side, you will definitely be in great trouble!"

"She's a witch, she's a slut, you're all being coaxed by her!"

Xie Cheng's eyes cooled visibly to the naked eye, and the murderous aura in his eyes was no longer concealed.

With sculpted fair fingers tightly grasping the handle of the wheelchair, the ink-colored collar with dark lines, against the man's soul-stirringly handsome face, his thin red lips are slightly upturned, killing intent and oppressive feeling rushing towards his face:

"Your Highness, you should worry about yourself first."

"Looking at this general, His Highness's seal is black, and it seems that there will be a **** disaster recently."

"Be careful."

It's almost a blatant threat.

The guards supporting Zhao An naturally understood what he meant, but none of them dared to say anything more.

This General Xie has an Emperor's Order in his hand, and the princess who is about to be engaged to him has nineteen Emperor's Orders.

Seeing the order of the emperor, like seeing the emperor, is a gold medal for avoiding death.

Even if he draws his sword and kills Zhao An now, at most he will be impeached by the officials for a few words, and the rest, such as his status, will not have any effect at all.