The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 169 The Heart-Abused Princess (20)

In the dark cell, there is only a basketball-sized window hanging high on the wall.

The environment here is extremely bad, not to mention cold and humid, the air is filled with an unspeakable stench mixed with the nasal cavity, and Fusang can barely get up to take a breath of fresh air by resting on his toes.

"What kind of sin have I suffered?"

Fusang is mournful.

She couldn't figure it out, how could Xiao Chen's mental defense be so strong?

Hundred Trials Braun's mind control doesn't work!
[Host touches. 】

0013 rubbed Fusang's cheek.

Although it doesn't understand why Fusang continues to follow the route of the union employees lying down and crying, but seeing her in such a miserable state, it still can't help but want to comfort her.

"Tongsha, although you are bald, you are a kind and good person."

Fusang was very moved.

Although I like to visit the sky prison at night, it is better than being beheaded.

The blade on the neck left, and Fusang, whose health had returned to a safe range, began to jump again.

0013 who is bald and bald: I am really tied to Q!

Suddenly, Fusang felt an extremely strange sensation coming from his ankle.

She looked down and saw a big fat mouse crawling across her feet dragging its mouth.

Fusang: ...

The glossy back hair rubbed against her exposed ankles, and a chill made the hairs on her back stand on end.

Fuso frowned tightly and was about to kick the big rat away when she suddenly felt a cold and malicious aura running down her back and onto her scalp.

She stood up straight and looked back, Xiao Chen stood in front of the cell without knowing when.

The candlelight in the cell was extremely dim, and most of his face was hidden in the shadows.

I couldn't see his expression clearly, but Fusang was keenly aware of a pair of eyes full of resentment, staring straight at her every move.

Damn, has this guy turned black? ? ?
The pale moonlight shone on Fuso's slender figure through the narrow window.

Her calm face collapsed in an instant, she was like a prisoner sentenced to death, desperate and helpless.

He rushed to the door of the prison with a stride, slapped and cried heart-piercingly: "You are wronged! This servant is wronged. Your Majesty, please spare me! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Fusang's mouth shouted, and the bottom of my heart roared: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[My son Mo Fang, after all, there is a prison door, so this dog thief cannot hurt...]

0013 used an inscrutable tone, but before he finished speaking, he heard the chain fall to the ground with a clatter.

Xiao Chen had a panoramic view of Fusang's embarrassed appearance.

He waited for Fusang to pounce on his footsteps, grabbing the hem of his clothes as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"The slaves dare not hate the emperor, nor do they dare to murder the emperor. I beg the emperor to spare my life, and I beg the emperor to see clearly!"

She was crying sadly, but Xiao Chen just watched coldly.

Fusang cried as hard as he could, but for a long time he didn't see any movement from Xiao Chen.

Emma, ​​she was so tired from acting, she almost ran out of tears.

The Dog Emperor would have given some reaction.

Just when Fusang was hesitating whether to continue crying, a pair of callused hands were strong and powerful, locked her slender and fragile neck and suddenly pushed her down on the dry dry grass.

The suffocation suddenly came.

Without waiting for Fusang to struggle with both hands and feet, Xiao Chen casually grabbed the dry grass and stuffed it into Fusang's mouth.

The stench of all kinds of animal feces mixed with snakes, insects, rats and ants hit the throat and eyes, and Fusang was so smoked that he burst into tears.

She struggled, and a mournful moan came from her throat.

"My noble Princess An Luan, have you ever tasted the taste of horse dung filling your mouth?"

It was full of hoarse and hoarse voices, as if they were innocent souls who came from hell to seek their lives.

Fusang tried his best to open his eyes wide, and the face imprinted in his pupils was horrifying, as if he had lost his mind.

"What you owe me, I will take it from you!"

Handfuls after handfuls of extremely disgusting hay were forcefully stuffed into his mouth, making Fuso extremely painful.

His gaze was like a cold thin knife quenched with poison, revealing a suffocating coldness.

If this continues, Fusang will become the first among all contestants to be suffocated to death by feces.

Siba!

Fusang pushed and shoved Xiao Chen who was on top of him with all his strength, but he lost his mind like an immovable mountain, letting Fusang push, pull and beat, the stalwart figure remained motionless.

With his hands pinching her fragile neck, he cursed her.

"Go to hell, bitch! All the suffering I have suffered is thanks to you! Why are you still alive! Why don't you die!"

(End of this chapter)