King's Solo

What the other party said was the truth, and he had actually done this before.

Because it was the king who was trapped, so he was worried that there would be chaos. Wang Ling could only change the subject dryly, "The main god you chose this time seems to be treated well."

Talking about this figure, he seemed extremely satisfied, showing off in a subtle way, "Indeed, the authority given to us is extremely high, and the requirements are not high. It is still within the normal range of the main god, unlike the last one..."

In the latter words, the figure disappears, which is something only others know well.

The system is killing the main god, if his current main god finds out, will he still have a way out?

Even if the main god is a thief who breaks the rules and uses the identity of the main god to harvest souls.

It is wrong for the system to assassinate the main god.

However, as long as they don't regret it, they will follow Zero without hesitation.

"It turns out that the real main gods are so indulgent to the system, no wonder you are back to your old business."

"Heh, Zhan Zhan Yeye has been working on the system for so long, he has long forgotten his original self, and suddenly wants to become a fragile ordinary person. I'm not you, so I can't do it."

Having said that, the figure turned his head and stared at Wang Ling curiously, "By the way, how does it feel to be a fragile human again?"

Wang Ling's calmness was only in the eyes of the other party, and the eyes were full of satisfaction, "It depends on who is by your side."

The shadow was dubious, "Really?" After all, the unbelief prevailed, and he couldn't help but say, "Zero, it's still too late to repent. In order to return the original favor, I can take you to the main god above me to let you return to the system. Next time If you have something to do, I may not necessarily come to see you."

There was a long silence, and at this moment, the wind was whistling wildly, just like Wang Ling's heart at this time, but he just refused firmly, "No, I came to you to ask you to take back your host's excessive actions. His power, his power is too great, I can't take Wang Qi away."

The black shadow took a deep look at Wang Ling, sneered and disappeared, only a faint echo echoed in the night sky, like a demon, "From now on, you and I will owe each other..."

Yongshou Palace is the place where candlelight is the least stingy.

The door 'squeaked' opened and closed, and this place also became the permanent residence of the prince.

The book in his hand was taken away, this scene happened countless times in January, and every time it was a precursor to the start of something disgusting.

Impatientness flashed in his heart, Wang got up and wanted to leave, as if he could avoid what happened next, but he couldn't escape after all.

The prince pulled Wang Dali into his arms, his arms tightly wrapped around his slender waist, his chest was pressed against Wang's back, his legs clamped him faintly, and the objects between the legs rubbed forward with vague friction.

The tip of his nose was inserted into the king's neck, and Shizi took a deep breath of the mesmerizing clear breath.

Wang kept a cold face, neither obeyed nor struggled, and was indifferent to the fiery mess behind him.

The son's moist breath sprayed on Wang □□'s neck, and he couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick the trembling and red skin, "Father King's captain Park was too disrespectful to this son, and this son wanted to teach him a lesson." , I don’t think the cell boss seems to have had a feud with him, and he had a heavy hand for a while, so he went if he couldn’t make it through, the father lost the captain... don’t blame the son..."

As he spoke, the crown prince looked at the hickey marks on Wang's neck that became bright again, and kissed the corner of Wang's lips along the slender neck with satisfaction.

Wang turned his head to avoid the scorching kiss, and said indifferently: "If it's gone, it's gone. It's useless to say more."

The prince was taken aback for a moment, but he fell in love with Wang's indifferent and heartless appearance, and Ming Wu's heart was filled with fiery agitation.

Whether it was to him in the past or to others now, the cold-blooded king is the reason why he is so fascinated.

"That's right, if it's gone, it's gone, the father and the king still have sons and servants."

Wang was forced to meet the prince's fierce kiss, and the dark eyes hidden under the eyelash feathers were so cold that they could drip ice water.

In the dark dungeon, the scarred blood man hanging on the Xingjia was roughly untied.

The bloody man's whips and scalds criss-crossed his body, one can imagine what kind of criminal law he had encountered.

And the blood man was silent at this time, obviously a dead man.

He was wrapped in a tattered straw mat, loaded into an old ox cart, and transported out of the palace to the mass grave outside the imperial city.

The ox cart walked slowly and finally stopped at a secluded path.

The driver of the car was wearing a large and worn straw hat, and his face could not be discerned clearly. He only squeezed something into the mouth of the dead man in the car, and poured some water for him to swallow.

People, of course, are not dead.

Hong Lin, who had put on a disguise, looked at the seriously injured man complexly, and couldn't bear to look away.

At this moment, Park Seung-ji had faintly recovered a sliver of sanity, but he was still not very clear, and muttered in his mouth, "Your Highness... Your Highness... Your Highness... Your Highness..."

One word at a time, without a break.

Hong Lin, who lives in the imperial palace, still has a way of life after all.

Park Seung Gi and him were at odds with each other, but now, the most important thing is Wang, who hasn't appeared in person for a month.

Hong Lin always felt that there was a butcher's knife hanging above his head, following him for a moment, making him anxious and helpless.

He can only be like an ant walking on a hot pot, let him watch the butcher's knife approaching inch by inch, suffering inch by inch.

Half of the two months have slipped away, Wang...is he still okay?

The long entourage gradually returned to the palace gate, and the gorgeous carriage surrounded by layers of guards represented the noble status of his wife.

Western Guizhou was plagued by insects. His Royal Highness cared deeply about the people of Western Guizhou.

However, if he really wanted to, how could there be such a big scene when he observed it?

Hong Lin, who had been sitting on the tree for a long time, had his eyes sinking, and when the team stopped because they had reached their destination, he walked towards the heavily armed team without hesitation.

"His Royal Highness!"

Approaching and shouting without authorization, the exchange was naturally the threat of swords from the guards.

"stop!"

Hong Lin knelt down straight, staring at the quiet carriage, "His Royal Highness, I have something to do!"

The prince naturally couldn't fully trust Jianlongwei. The one who protected the prince was his own private guard, "Bold Hong Lin, even the humble guards dare to stop the prince."

In the carriage, there was a thick layer of velvet blankets. Hearing the sound outside the carriage, Wang Hong paused as he gently stroked the soft long hair on his hands.

He raised his eyes to look at the calm person leaning his head on the small table, then lowered his eyes again.

The son's private guard has naturally received strict training and knows how to obey the master's will.

Without Wang Hong's order at all, before Hong Lin could say another sentence, his mouth was covered, his body was severely restrained, and he was pushed out of the sight of the carriage.