The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

Xiao Shixun's smile lingered in Xiao Shijing's ears and couldn't get rid of it.

"Xiao Shijing, come and kill me, you come and kill me, kill me to avenge your dead relatives, come on!"

Xiao Shijing was lying on the ground covered in blood. One second ago, he felt so painful that he couldn't breathe, but the next second, the pain suddenly disappeared. He stood up, gathering strength in his hands.

He looked at Xiao Shixun who was laughing wildly in front of him with red eyes: "Xiao Shixun, I want to kill you——!"

Seeing him standing up suddenly, Xiao Shixun couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

Xiao Shijing waved his palm and hit him: "Xiao Shixun, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

Feng Muting, who had been standing by Su Fuliu's side all this time, saw that Su Fuliu was breaking out in a cold sweat suddenly, and his body began to feel uneasy.

He hurriedly pressed Su Fuliu's hand and asked, "Aliu, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare? Aliu, wake up?!"

"Xiao Shixun, I'm going to kill you, kill you!" Su Fuliu roared angrily, then broke away from Feng Muting's hand, lifted it up and hit Feng Muting's chest with his palm.

Feng Muting was kicked out and slammed into the wall hard. The wall was cracked and shards fell out.

He fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. If he was not afraid of something happening to Su Fuliu, he would have passed out by now.

Feng Muting endured the severe pain in his chest, shook his head, and regained clarity in his blackened vision. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and staggered up from the ground: "Ah Liu..."

He propped himself up, walked back to the bed, looked at Su Fuliu who was still having a nightmare, and was about to reach out, but was hit by Su Fuliu's sudden palm, and then he smashed the door and fell to the ground. Outside.

He vomited blood again, if not for his good physical fitness, Su Fuliu's two palms would have killed him long ago.

"Ah Liu..." Feng Muting still wanted to stand up, but now he only felt the pain all over his body. Su Fuliu slapped his chest twice, and it felt like his internal organs had been shattered.

"My lord!" Su Yan rushed over when he heard the movement, and saw Feng Muting lying there with blood streaming from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Muting frowned, clutching his painful chest: "Call Xie Chen... find a way to touch Ah Liu's faint point."

"Yes!" Su Yan didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he hurriedly called Xie Chen over.

After Xie Chen came, Feng Muting said again: "Don't hurt him, cough cough..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Muting couldn't help spitting blood again: "You are not his opponent now, be careful."

"This subordinate understands." Xie Chen naturally knew that he was not Su Fuliu's opponent at all, and he knew it when he saw Su Fuliu kill those bad guys earlier.

Then, he cautiously walked into the room.

And Feng Muting couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes went dark and he passed out.

"My lord!" Su Yan exclaimed.

But before he could carry Feng Muting away, Xie Chen was also split out by Su Fuliu's palm.

"Thank you!" Su Yan was about to go crazy.

Neither the prince nor the little bastard is Su Fuliu's opponent, let alone him.

Xie Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Su Yan: "Brother, I'm fine."

After speaking, he entered the room again.

Su Yan was in a hurry, if this continues, Xie Chen might be beaten to death by Su Fuliu.

"What to do!" He stomped his feet anxiously.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, but he just ignored Feng Mu Ting, let him down again, and hurried to Lu Chimo's room.

"Young Master Bai, Young Master Bai!"

Bai Yulang was standing beside Lu Chimo with a sad face.

Seeing Su Yan approaching, he wiped his tears and turned to look at him: "Butler Su, what's wrong?"