Sang Yu clearly saw the killing intent in Chu Yuan's eyes. She was really afraid that Chu Yuan would settle the score with her, so she ran as fast as possible.
The shadow guard who had been following Sang Yu secretly suddenly saw his master carrying Sang Yu into the room. Although he didn't understand why his master would do this, he thought something would happen. For the sake of his master's privacy, he had already He quietly withdrew.
Therefore, he didn't see Sang Yu running out of the phantom at all.
Sang Yu, who ran back to the room, patted her chest and said in fear: "What should I do? What should I do? Will Chu Yuan come and kill me with a knife? I'm so scared!"
38: Are you afraid? I am excited, I can’t wait to beat Chu Yuan to death (ー_ー)!!
"No, I have to find a convenient weapon quickly."
38 looked at Sang Yu wandering around the room with a shocked expression, watching her use her petite body to lift the Eight Immortals table in the room, and stand behind the door with a defensive look on her face.
No, my dear host, if you want to choose, choose one that is more beautiful and easier to use.
Wouldn’t it be uncomfortable if you chose that Eight Immortals table, which weighs over forty pounds, to cover your head?
The key is that this stop lasted two hours.
When I got tired of standing, I carried the Eight Immortals Table to the bed again. When I fell asleep, I still hugged the Eight Immortals Table, as if someone was going to slap the other person to death.
Is this how the force skill she chose turns out to be used? ?
Absolutely amazing! !
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"Fifth brother, is there any news about Li Yue? Fifth brother, what's wrong with your face?"
As soon as Chu Lin stepped into the study room of Prince Rui's Mansion, he saw Chu Yuan sitting next to the desk, with five distinct fingerprints on his handsome face.
He frowned and walked over very seriously, "Did the father hit you?"
Mentioning the fingerprints on his face, Chu Yuan thought of Sang Yu, and a bit of confusion flashed in his dark eyes.
If she wanted to set him up to favor her, there shouldn't be a slap mark on his face.
She ran away and never came back, as if she was afraid that he would blame her...
So was the palm mark on his face made by her?
What does she want to do?
When Chu Lin saw that Chu Yuan was silent, he really thought it was the emperor who beat him. After all, no one else had the courage...
"Isn't it really the father who beat him? I'm going to drug him and kill him."
The old emperor who is far away in the palace: You are really a good son of your father.
Chu Lin was not favored by the old emperor because he was born by a palace maid, and was bullied by other princes. Chu Yuan once saved him, so he always regarded Chu Yuan as his closest brother.
Whoever dares to bully Chu Yuan, no matter who he is, will draw a circle and curse him secretly.
"No." Chu Yuan dismissed his idea lightly.
Now Chu Lin's brows furrowed even more tightly: "It's not the father, is it the fat pig of the prince?"
Apart from the old emperor, only the fat pig like the prince dared to...
When he was thinking about how to curse the prince, unexpectedly Chu Yuan denied it again.
"If he's not the prince, then which grandson is he?"
Sang Yu, who was sleeping soundly, sneezed.
38 Fortunately, she didn't hear it, otherwise she might have lifted the Eight Immortals Table and smashed Chu Lin.
"You don't have to worry about it, I will take care of that person." Chu Yuan collected his thoughts and said, "Is there any news about Chu Mu?"
Chu Lin sighed quietly, "That boy Chu Mu has been pretending to be sick at home, but in fact he doesn't know where he is. The people I sent out didn't find out any information."
Hearing this, Chu Yuan's eyes became darker and deeper.
His knuckled fingers kept tapping on the table. Suddenly, his movements stopped, and a crooked smile curled up at the corners of his lips.
Maybe it’s time to give that person a little sweetener.
