Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

The little princess was traveling with the fifth prince, but the assassination happened, which shocked the government and the public.

In the cell, the living assassin was hung from the rack.

The man from the government poured a basin of cold water on it, and the assassin woke up with a bang.

Zhu Kuai fiercely asked: "Who instructed you to assassinate the Fifth Highness? Say it!"

The assassin sneered: "You don't want to know. Otherwise, give me some money, maybe, I can tell!"

"You!"

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the dark place on the side, as if someone kicked the bench over.

Out of the corner of the eye, the assassin could only see that a pair of black boots walked out of the shadows, and a stern boy gradually approached.

His eyes were dark, like a sword unsheathed, cold and sharp.

Rolling and watching the killing of all things.

Because the other assassins could not stand the torture, they were basically dying, only this one was left. "

The catchers are also strange.

The Marquis of Yongye suddenly volunteered to be responsible for investigating the assassination of the Fifth Prince.

Ye Siming looked at the assassin and said coldly, "Then let me ask."

The assassin looked at the boy with disdain.

"What's the use of a half-big-haired boy? It's worth it for you guys, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Siming flashed and came to him in the blink of an eye.

Afterwards, before everyone could react, they heard a "click" sound of bones separating!

Yesi Mingjun's cold and white cheeks suddenly splashed with a few drops of blood.

The assassin on the shelf began to cry: "My hand! Ah-!"

The catchers were dumbfounded.

Marquis Yongye... He even took off one of the assassin's arms!

The assassin was still screaming, and the sword in Ye Siming's hand had already touched his neck.

"It's easy to beg for death, but you must not have tried the taste of not being able to survive or beg for death. You don't have to say who ordered it, you just need to see with your own eyes, how did I You took it apart piece by piece. Maybe before you die, you have something to say to me."

Yesiming finished speaking, waiting for the assassin to react.

Ye Siming was quick and unambiguous.

Murder is as easy as stepping on an ant.

Just as he was about to strike for the third time, the assassin suddenly panted heavily, almost crying, "I said—!"

Yesiming's sword stopped three inches in front of his eyes.

He raised his eyebrows and said with great interest: "Oh? It's more incompetent than I thought. What will it be."

The assassin was so scared that he wet his pants, he was shaking all over, enduring the pain, his face was pale: "The person who ordered me is..."

Suddenly! The sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air stabbed from behind Ye Siming.

He subconsciously turned back, reached out and shook—

This is a cluster of arrows shot from outside the cell window, and Ye Siming held it tightly in his hand.

A figure flashed past the window.

The catchers suddenly woke up: "Chase!"

However, when Ye Siming dropped the arrow cluster, he looked back.

The assassin was wiped on the neck at some point.