Traveling through the system: not being a female supporting role

Chapter 242 The Immortal in the Painting ([-])
The roses under the servant girl were all crushed, the petals were scattered, and her hands were still stained with flower juice.

"You ruined my king's flower."

Wan Tengming's eyes looked at the rose that was crushed by the servant girl on the ground, his expression lost the madness before, and changed back to the indifferent and murderous him before in an instant.

The servant girl didn't know the danger was approaching, so she took two steps forward, and said in a delicate and soft tone: "My lord, this servant didn't do it on purpose, please forgive me~"

Although it was begging for mercy, there was no emotion of fear and apology.

"My lord, my servant can embroider many roses for you, so my lord will let me go, okay?"

The servant girl's voice was pleading with pity, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, her eyes were full of tears, and she had a pitiful appearance that made people want to protect her.

This contrived gesture made Lan Ziwen sick.

"Be quiet if you don't want to die." Lan Ziwen warned her, holding back his disgust.

But it's too late.

Wan Tengming let out a low chuckle, and then a sharp wind of palm hit the maidservant.

Everything happened too fast, and before the pitiful expression on her face had time to change into panic, she slammed into the wooden doors and windows like a rag doll, and fell hard on the bluestone floor outside the study!

Wan Tengming stepped out of the study room slowly, and looked coldly at the maid lying half dead on the ground, spitting blood, "Who gave you permission to embroider my king's flowers on your clothes?"

Although Wan Tengming's palm was not fatal, it also made the servant girl lose the strength to speak, her internal organs were in severe pain as if smashed to pieces, she could only look at Wan Tengming in horror, trying to back up her weak body, Avoid Wan Chengming.

"Oh," Wan Tengming chuckled, as if enjoying the way the people on the ground were afraid of him, he closed his eyes and raised his chin slightly, with a hint of evil in his movements, "You want to kill it too?"

As soon as the words fell, the look of enjoyment on Wan Chengming's face immediately turned into a chilling sternness, and he raised his leg and kicked fiercely at the maid who was lying sideways on the ground!

The maid smashed against the wall, making a "bang" sound as a heavy object fell to the ground.

This kick made her breathe out more and breathe in less, but she is still alive, which shows that Wan Chengming is not planning to let her go.

The other servants of the palace had long shrunk their heads and knelt on the bluestone slabs, trembling, wishing to turn themselves into a non-existent stone statue so as not to attract the attention of the prince!
Wan Tengming took out Mo Yi's saber, took it and walked slowly to the wall, squatting in front of the maid.

"Delusionally trying to touch my beloved rose, you deserve to die!" Wan Tengming held the sword and stabbed the servant girl who was lying on the ground and had no strength to open her eyes.

"Kill you! This king is going to kill you! Damn it, everyone!"

With a destructive aura in his eyes, Wan Tengming held the sword in both hands and pierced the dead maid's body one by one.

Warm blood spurted out and stained his face and eyebrows, making him look even more ruthless.

It's like going crazy again.

"Kill you! Kill everyone! Everyone must die!"

"My king's flower is dead, you all have to bury it with him!"

"Buried with you! Buried with you! Buried with you!!!"

Stabbing and pulling out, stabbing again, the sound of the sharp sword piercing into the flesh kept ringing in everyone's ears, making the servants kneeling on the ground tremble like chaff, and the timid ones were so frightened that they peed on their pants.

"Wan Chengming! Stop!"

Lan Ziwen made a sound to stop him from falling into madness again.

(End of this chapter)