Fang Fei heard his frivolous tone and dirty attitude, and cursed: "You shameless villain, the prince will never be as despicable as you..."
"Am I despicable?" The tip of his sword went down, parting her clothes, revealing a section of her snow-white chest. As soon as his throat went dry, he suddenly remembered that she was the Holy Virgin Princess, the holiest woman in the North - the more
The more mysterious, the more exciting it is. Only great gods can enjoy it.
He was about the same age as Fang Fei, and he was the most impulsive at the age of eighteen or nineteen. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he even took the opportunity to lower the tip of his sword and lift her clothes all the way.
Fang Fei was shocked, feeling more terrified than dead, and said in a trembling voice: "Devil, please stop... let me go..."
"Let you go?" He said with great interest, "Okay!"
She was startled by how straightforward he was.
"Little bitch, you write a confession, admitting that you had an affair with the prince, and that he let you go because of his favoritism. Li Daitao was so stubborn that he deceived the truth and desecrated the temple. As long as you write this confession, I will definitely spare you this
idiot……"
Fang Fei was furious. If she wrote such a confession, wouldn't it mean that even if the prince died, he would jump into the Yellow River to wash away his innocence?
"Vicious devil, I will never be fooled by you..."
"Don't write? Really?" He laughed, "Okay, today the prince of Japan will kill you, a little bitch, to see how loyal you are to your dead prince..." He was very proud, like a cat catching a mouse.
, teasing wantonly, "Little bitch, I will chop off your hands first, then chop off your legs, and then gouge out your eyeballs... Do you want to write or not?"
While he was in a state of triumph, Fang Fei suddenly dwarfed and escaped from the tip of his sword. She turned around and ran away, ignoring the blood on her neck.
Behind her was her horse. Hearing its owner's whistling, the third prince rushed after her. But the third prince didn't care, like a cat watching a frightened mouse. He took his time and watched her get on the horse and panic.
He rushed to the fork in front of the road, which was a trail going up the mountain.
He also mounted his horse, raised his sword, and chased after her leisurely. He wanted to capture this woman and take her back quietly. As for where to hide it and how to use it, the shrewd mother-in-law had to deal with it.