"I never expected that the famous flower-picking thief Chu Wuhen would actually like the ruined flowers and willows used by my king. Chu Wuhen, for you, a thief who everyone can kill, if I catch you, do you know that you
What’s the fate of this flower-picking thief?”
When Xiao Che heard Chu Wuhen's words, he immediately stopped and sealed the blood vessels in his body to prevent the venom from flowing freely in his body. Then he sat leisurely in the Yaochi and reached out to beckon the water tribe to take a bath.
Lin Feiwan, who fell into Chu Wuhen's hands, looked at Chu Wuhen's face covered by a mask, smelled the fragrance on his body, and became increasingly drowsy.
"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about Chu. As long as the princess can let Chu enjoy all the pleasures, it doesn't matter if she is a loser or not. As for catching me, you have to see what the prince is capable of."
Chu Wuhen grinned lewdly, and this laughter sounded particularly harsh to Xiao Che's ears.
"As expected, only Chu Wuhen has such a shameless hobby. I don't mind if you have such a hobby. However, my things cannot be touched by others. If you touch them, I will feel dirty! Come on!
people!"
Xiao Che gave the order and saw dozens of men in black jumping out of the darkness, their flashing swords shining coldly in the Yaochi.
"Chu worked alone. I didn't expect that the prince would summon all the killers hiding in the dark night. I wonder if the prince is giving face to Chu or to the princess?"
Chu Wuhen looked at the man in black in the darkness. Unexpectedly, Xiao Che actually summoned the dead soldiers hidden in the darkness. Outsiders only knew that Xiao Che raised many dead soldiers, but no one was lucky enough to see them once.
He said that Chu Wuhen was in Lin Feiwan's favor, and he was lucky enough to see her once.
"I just want you to know that even if I don't use the things that belong to me, even if I destroy them, I won't allow others to touch them."
Xiao Che was taking a leisurely bath in the middle of the Yaochi. He was confident that Chu Wuhen could not take away Lin Feiwan, a woman who had killed a thousand swordsmen. If anything happened to her, it would only be his face that was lost.
Chu Wuhen stretched out his hand to untie Lin Feiwan's acupuncture points, looked at Xiao Che and said, "I wonder if the princess wants to stay and take a mandarin duck bath with the prince, or is she willing to go outside with Chu to have a good time?"
Lin Feiwan listened to their conversation. If it really fell into Xiao Che's hands, she would still not be free.