My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

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The woman used this pose to hang on the iron pillar for more than three or five hours, and she has always been half dead.

Si Kong Fuling reached out and rang.

A ringing ringing voice came immediately.

Two beautiful women in half-jade arms and painted robes dragged in a wooden barrel and walked in. They gave a salute to Sikong Fuling, "Virgin."

Si Kong Fuling nodded, looking at the woman who pulled her head, a faint taunt flashed in her eyes.

"Mrs. Dragon, your mouth is pretty stiff."

"Come and move me in."

Mrs. Long raised her head wryly, her eyes congested and stared at Si Kong Fuling, as if she was going to swallow her alive, her eyes were cold and angry, and she stared at her deadly for a long time.

Si Kong Fuling didn't think he smiled slyly and waved his little hand. "Hurry up. I'll have some great news later, tell Madam Long."

The two beautiful women looked up and walked forward, untied the iron lock hanging from Mrs. Long, dragged her off the iron pillar, and dragged it to the big wooden barrel.

As soon as the lid of the barrel was opened, a layer of chill bounced on his head.

Mrs. Long shivered with trembling coldness, and her face was incredibly embarrassing. She looked up at Si Kong Fuling.

"You, what are you doing?" Mrs. Long's voice was filled with a hint of fear and despair, "I, I want to see Chu Yu, I want to see Ding Yun's father!"

"I see, Mrs. Long hasn't figured out what she is now."

Si Kong Fuling smiled at her, the smile was so cold and terrible that Mrs. Long could not help but sternly.

"Do you understand the prisoners of the Order now? They are my captives." Si Kong Fuling smiled coldly at her. "You are not qualified to ask for this, Mrs. Long."

Mrs. Long shuddered.

Don't look at the delicate and weak maids who are holding her, but their strength is very strong, and it won't take them much effort to drag her to the barrel.

Mrs. Long shook her head again and again, but she was originally low, but now she is locked by Ding Yun's only spiritual power. She is slaughtered by mermaids like an ordinary person, unable to resist at all.

The two maids dragged Mrs. Dragon and lifted her very rudely, throwing them into the barrel, pressing both hands against her shoulders, forcing her to sink into the barrel and sinking her legs In a pile of piercing cold ice.

"How does it taste, Mrs. Long." Si Kong Fuling smiled at her slightly, "Let you spend an hour in this biting ice spirit, oh no, it only takes a joss stick time, you guess, your legs are back Can you go? "

Mrs. Long's pupils frowned, and her mouth screamed, "I want to see Ding Yun, let me go, you guys, you dare to treat this lady. I want to see, see Ding Yun, I want to see Ding Yun!"

Si Kong Fuling smiled at her, picked up a fist-sized ice spirit, squeezed it into powder in her hand, and threw it to Mrs. Long's face.

Mrs. Long flinched suddenly, only the cold meaning, and went straight to her neck.

"Mrs. Long, your son, Long Yan, is dead."

Mrs. Long's eyes widened in disbelief, and she shook her head again and again and shouted, "Impossible. My uncle went to Wangchuan Hangu, he couldn't ..."

"Pap." Si Kong Fuling patted her palms twice, and smiled at the guards who came in.

(End of this chapter)