399. Chapter 399 The sad leader can't even be a beggar
She twitched the corners of her lips and said, "I thought there was no need to repeat it a second time."
"You have the freedom to refuse. If I want to wait, you have no right to interfere." The cold and sinister voice added at the end, "Anyone who dares to refuse this king or disobeys orders will die. Tolerating you is already a waste of time.
Make an exception."
She laughed silently, with a ray of ridicule flashing through her clear eyes, and her expression was arrogant, "I don't need your tolerance. Anyone who offends me will either die or be disabled. I may not directly take people's lives, it depends on my mood.
After all, I like to make life worse than death."
The extremely cruel behavior seems normal to her. In her calm eyes, there seems to be evil from the ground, which will destroy the world and destroy the world. Those who rebel will only perish!
His face stiffened, and this kind of aura was all too familiar. Isn't he the kind of person who is more evil and ruthless than Netherworld? Why did she make him feel like this? Her background was obviously clean, at most it was just the Marquis of Changle
A cowardly and good-for-nothing daughter.
She is like a difficult puzzle, mysterious and unpredictable.
A feeling suddenly arose in my heart that she was not a person who could avoid violence.
If he and she are the same kind of people, then if anyone dares to force him, ask yourself, what will happen to him?
The answer is simple, no matter how hard we die, we will die together!
What he wants is her surrender, not destruction.
His sinister pupils were filled with a blood-eating coldness. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her with a meaningful look. He played with the jade wine flask in his hand, "How do you want to make this king's life worse than death? Or you said it wrong.
Now, do you want to be in a state of ecstasy?"
The smile on her lips deepened, "Did I hear you correctly? With your current 'power', King Shang, can you make me want to die? Or do you want to beg me for the antidote of the 'No Lifting Yang Pill'?"
"
"The word begging has never appeared in my dictionary." After saying this, an unknown meaning flashed in his cold and evil eyes.
Her sharp eyes noticed his fleeting look, as if he had begged for something.
Of course, she would not be so foolish as to think that he had been begging on the street. Because of his blood-red eyes and unknown defect on his left cheek and wearing a mask, he was regarded as a monster by the world. No one would give him alms.
Kill him as a monster.
Suddenly I felt that Jun Mo Shang was a bit sad. He was a prince, and his biological mother had left the concubine. It was said that he was not an ordinary favored by the emperor at that time. Logically speaking, he should be the proud son of heaven, but he was killed by his biological father from the moment he was born. If he did
As a commoner, he couldn't even be the simplest beggar.
This kind of person has either been eliminated by the cruel feudal society a long time ago, or... he is heartless and heartless, stepping on corpses to reach the top step by step, so that no one dares to mess with him.
He is obviously the latter.
Seeing her probing eyes, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. There seemed to be a touch of compassion in her eyes. Jun Mo Shang didn't like it the most, and the last thing he needed was sympathy, "Get rid of the thoughts in your heart!"
Directly and domineeringly gave the order.
"What I'm thinking in my heart has nothing to do with you." His voice was cold, clear and pleasant, not out of line.
He stared at her, his sinister eyes seeming to see through her, "The face under your mask is very beautiful, but unfortunately you are too cold and arrogant. If you are willing to obey me, I can take good care of you."
you."
"With the cold and cold Qi derived from the evil evil skills you practice, there will definitely be more women who are 'loved' to death by you than piled up in a mountain. I have no interest in being one of the corpses."
She twitched the corners of her lips and said, "I thought there was no need to repeat it a second time."
"You have the freedom to refuse. If I want to wait, you have no right to interfere." The cold and sinister voice added at the end, "Anyone who dares to refuse this king or disobeys orders will die. Tolerating you is already a waste of time.
Make an exception."
She laughed silently, with a ray of ridicule flashing through her clear eyes, and her expression was arrogant, "I don't need your tolerance. Anyone who offends me will either die or be disabled. I may not directly take people's lives, it depends on my mood.
After all, I like to make life worse than death."
The extremely cruel behavior seems normal to her. In her calm eyes, there seems to be evil from the ground, which will destroy the world and destroy the world. Those who rebel will only perish!
His face stiffened, and this kind of aura was all too familiar. Isn't he the kind of person who is more evil and ruthless than Netherworld? Why did she make him feel like this? Her background was obviously clean, at most it was just the Marquis of Changle
A cowardly and good-for-nothing daughter.
She is like a difficult puzzle, mysterious and unpredictable.
A feeling suddenly arose in my heart that she was not a person who could avoid violence.
If he and she are the same kind of people, then if anyone dares to force him, ask yourself, what will happen to him?
The answer is simple, no matter how hard we die, we will die together!
What he wants is her surrender, not destruction.
His sinister pupils were filled with a blood-eating coldness. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her with a meaningful look. He played with the jade wine flask in his hand, "How do you want to make this king's life worse than death? Or you said it wrong.
Now, do you want to be in a state of ecstasy?"
The smile on her lips deepened, "Did I hear you correctly? With your current 'power', King Shang, can you make me want to die? Or do you want to beg me for the antidote of the 'No Lifting Yang Pill'?"
"
"The word begging has never appeared in my dictionary." After saying this, an unknown meaning flashed in his cold and evil eyes.
Her sharp eyes noticed his fleeting look, as if he had begged for something.
Of course, she would not be so foolish as to think that he had been begging on the street. Because of his blood-red eyes and unknown defect on his left cheek and wearing a mask, he was regarded as a monster by the world. No one would give him alms.
Kill him as a monster.
Suddenly I felt that Jun Mo Shang was a bit sad. He was a prince, and his biological mother had left the concubine. It was said that he was not an ordinary favored by the emperor at that time. Logically speaking, he should be the proud son of heaven, but he was killed by his biological father from the moment he was born. If he did
As a commoner, he couldn't even be the simplest beggar.
This kind of person has either been eliminated by the cruel feudal society a long time ago, or... he is heartless and heartless, stepping on corpses to reach the top step by step, so that no one dares to mess with him.
He is obviously the latter.
Seeing her probing eyes, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. There seemed to be a touch of compassion in her eyes. Jun Mo Shang didn't like it the most, and the last thing he needed was sympathy, "Get rid of the thoughts in your heart!"
Directly and domineeringly gave the order.
"What I'm thinking in my heart has nothing to do with you." His voice was cold, clear and pleasant, not out of line.
He stared at her, his sinister eyes seeming to see through her, "The face under your mask is very beautiful, but unfortunately you are too cold and arrogant. If you are willing to obey me, I can take good care of you."
you."
"With the cold and cold Qi derived from the evil evil skills you practice, there will definitely be more women who are 'loved' to death by you than piled up in a mountain. I have no interest in being one of the corpses."
