C130

Zhong Ao Shuang was furious, her heart was burning with anxiety, but her shoulder was injured in the first place, and now that less than three days had passed, how could she be a match for the two valiant dogs?

King Rong's guards also knew that if anything went wrong today, they would be severely punished by the King.

"A bunch of trash. Hurry up and pull him out. Just don't kill him."

King Rong did not want to kill Zhong Ao Shuang. After all, it was better to have one more hostage.

Bending down, he charged towards Yue Chanjuan who was on the bed. His hand, which was bulging with blue veins, once again tore apart the clothes on Yue Chanjuan's body. The sound of cloth tearing could be heard as pieces of cloth flew into the air. Yue Chanjuan suddenly revealed a flirtatious smile on her face.

"Your highness, there is no need to do this. Let me serve you, your highness. In the future, Your highness will be my husband. How could I dare to serve you?"

Reaching out her delicate hand, she touched the lapel of Prince Rong's robe. She actually began to undress him.

"Mr Zhong, tonight is the wedding night between the prince and me. It's better for you to withdraw. Why do you have to act like this? Wouldn't that make the prince angry?"

Zhong Ao Shuang's eyes turned cold, his gaze flickered as he retreated towards the door: "Yes, this official will take his leave."

He already understood Yue Chanjuan's intention. If it was only him and Yue Chanjuan alone, it would be impossible for them to escape from the hands of Prince Chun. Right now, they could only hope that Iron Lord had the power to stop King Rong from humiliating Yue Chanjuan.

He wasn't sure if Ironfist would dare to stop King Rong, but he could only give it a try.

Rising to look down at the lying Yue Chanjuan, Yue Chanjuan raised her hand to untie Prince Rong's clothes, and lightly and nimbly reached her hand inside.

There was a hint of blush on his face, and his coquettish smile and eyes captivated Prince Rong's heart.

He threw out his clothes and leaned forward.

A silver light flickered in Yue Chan Juan's hands, a few silver needles held in her fingertips as her arm snaked around the neck of the dog king.

The silver needle between her fingers pierced the dog king's neck. As long as this silver needle pierced, it would be difficult to humiliate her.

He suddenly tightened his grip on Yue Chan's arm, causing ghost flames to burn in his eyes. He did not believe that Yue Chan Juan would be willing to be his woman. Yue Chan's cold smile was hanging on his lips.

Heavy tasting: "How do you want to secretly harm This King? Don't use that small trick of yours in front of This King. Be obedient and accept This King's favor. Otherwise, don't blame This King for being merciless. "

"What did the Prince say?" I don't understand. I'm just a weak girl, in front of a hero like you, your highness, what methods do you have to make your highness be so afraid? "

He then directly pulled Yue Chanjuan's arm from his back and placed it in front of his eyes. There was nothing in her hand, it was extremely clean.

The moment he took the initiative to grab her arm, she had already thrown out the silver needle from her fingers. The silver needle was too small, and if he hadn't deliberately searched for it, it would have been hard to find.

He rashly looked at Yue Chanjuan's hand. Indeed, there was nothing in it. Could it be that he was being too paranoid?

"It's best if it isn't. You should have heard of This King's fame and obediently obey."

After reaching out her hand to untie Yue Chanjuan's dress, Yue Chanjuan's body tensed up as she started to tremble in nervousness.

"Why did he abandon me that night? You won't take me, take my innocence, take my first time? "If I were to give it to him that night, there would be less embarrassment for him tonight. Tuoba Fei, why would you refuse to take me in that night?"

Closing her eyes, she quietly lay under Raton's body. She seemed to be prepared to submit to King Rong's humiliation.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He was just a woman, and in the end, he still had to obey her. After a moment, he would make her beg for mercy. She would kneel at his feet while begging for mercy.

Thinking of how she could make such an immortal girl, a noble princess, and a future big sister of the Great Moon Flower make her happy beneath him, and then gently turn around and beg for mercy. Kneeling at his feet, begging him to be merciful.

He did not want to think about the future of Canine Militant and tomorrow's matters. Even though tonight, Da Kang and the men of the Da Yue branch had once again fiercely attacked Mang Rong, he wanted to first attack the woman beneath him tonight.

A skeletal hand reached into his clothes and bent down to press down heavily. He did not believe that this woman had any other tricks up her sleeve.

A cold light flashed in Yue Chan's hand, and an extremely short and short blade appeared in her hand. Her face was filled with a delicate expression, and her long eyelashes trembled. She was as powerless as a withered petal.

His hands gripped the clothes and bedding beneath him tightly, as if ready to endure the pain and humiliation that awaited him.

He sneered in satisfaction. What else could a woman do in front of him other than obediently accept it?

A chill swept across her skin, and a slight pain pierced her skin. Yue Chanjuan's delicate body flew into the air before landing heavily on the ground.

She suddenly jumped up, a cold light flashed in her hand as she quickly jumped towards the window. She didn't dare to fight against Rushing Thunder Chop, so she didn't have the slightest chance of winning.

He tightened his grip on his ankle, and blood gushed out from his ribs. The injury was not serious, just a physical one. However, Yue Chanjuan's single strike had aroused his ruthlessness.

Yue Chanjuan flung her hand without the slightest trace of mercy, slamming heavily into the wall. Her body was aching, and her bones felt as if they were being cracked. Not daring to hesitate or pause, she jumped at the window.

"Trying to run? Is that possible?"

Rushing forward, he grabbed at Yue Chanjuan. Yue Chanjuan used the short blade in her hand to stab forward, leaping towards the door. Jumping towards the window had always been a way to attract Forthright's attention. His toes flew up, and without caring about the pain on his body, he used his toes to lift up the blanket on the ground and threw it at Forthright.

A cold light flashed, and the bedsheet turned into pieces that fluttered in the air.

"Clank …"

With a crisp sound, Yue Chan Juan's facial expression changed drastically. The short blade in her hand had already been knocked away by the scimitar, causing her body to sway a few times. This was all due to the fact that he had shown mercy and did not want to injure her. Otherwise, with that saber strike just now, he would have been able to cut off Yue Chan's hand.

With a kick, Yue Chanjuan was kicked to the ground. Dark red hair flowed out from the corners of her lips, and despair appeared on her pale face. Unexpectedly, she couldn't even last a single round in front of him.