Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

It's early autumn now, and it's still early in the morning, and now the sky outside has turned white.

Rong Huang stood at the door of the apse with a small wooden bucket and thought for a while, but finally dispelled the idea of ​​finding a place to catch up.

Yong Jing was a proper snake disease, and it was maddening to let her be such a beautiful flower and jade to feed her brain and axe.

Maybe when she sneaked into hiding and fell asleep, she was caught by the cold-faced guard again, and then ordered to do it.

Rong Huang sighed, she was really a little pitiful.

As soon as he stepped into the front hall, Rong Huang heard a screaming scream, one after another, like a pig killer.

Frightened, Rong Huang immediately threw the small wooden bucket and lay on the corner of the wall and took a peek eagerly, letting her see which hapless ghost had provoke Yong Jing.

There is a long wooden bench in the courtyard. On the wooden bench lies a beautiful little palace lady. The red blood on the back and buttocks dyes the pink palace dress red.

The two guards held a board with a wide palm, and hit the maid one after another.

Also standing before and after, the tall and sturdy mothers hold on to the struggling maids, lest she roll off the bench.

Yong Jing, in an ocher red robe with wide sleeves, leaned loosely on the back of the large circle chair, and stared at the scene under the steps blankly.

Behind Yong Jing stood Yu Shan and Song Yan, like two door gods.

On the left side of the front yard, there were rows of palace men, and guards with knives stood beside them.

This Rong Huang understands that the palace people in Yuan'an Temple are being forced to watch the palace ladies to be tortured.

The strong smell of blood enveloped the courtyard, disgusting.

Some cowardly court ladies and eunuchs fell to the ground with fright when they saw such a **** scene, and some even fainted.

Rong Huang blinked, what is Yong Jing going crazy again?

Sure enough, the term "evil dog" is not casual.

It is said that these masters in the palace do not regard palace people as human beings. The little palace lady Ronghuang trembles, wondering whether to pack up her little baggage tonight and sneak away while the moon is black and the wind is high.

As for the scumbag heroes and the unlucky tasks, they can do it and can't do it.

Rong Huang was secretly poking thinking, suddenly heard someone call her name.

expensive? Which one is not long-eyed called her name?

Didn't you see her peeking?

Rong Huang looked around, and suddenly looked at each other with Yong Jing.

Yong Jing suddenly curled his lips and smiled, and his smile looked terrifying when Rong Huang saw it.

Rong Huang: QAQ.

"Come here." Yong Jing's thin lips lightly opened, and there was no trace of sleeplessness on his handsome face.

When Yong Jing said this yesterday, Rong Huang fell over and broke the corner of Yong Jing's robe.

Today Yong Jing said these words again, and Rong Huang's body was shocked.

Can I not go?

Obviously it is impossible.

Rong Huang felt that Yong Jing was even more fierce than her.

This made her face as the King of Wutong Forest Mountain completely lost, and she was interrupted when she was about to make a fierce look.

"You little maid, don't come here soon, be careful that the board falls on you!" Yu Shanhu, who was holding Fuchen behind him, said in a sharp voice at Rong Huang.

Rong Huang quietly rolled her eyes and ran forward.

It doesn't matter how much face or something can be worth a few dollars.

"His Royal Highness, you call me?" Rong Huang smiled, and the two small dimples on his soft white cheeks were sweet just by looking at it.

Flattery!

Dog legs!

Yong Jing sneered in his heart, his face still calm, and his slender fingertips stroked the fine-quality wide sleeves, "Have you been to Wangcai?"