Chapter 2 (1/2)

Feeling that the power of stepping on his cheek was gradually increasing, Wu Xiaoming ignored the burning pain and said in a hoarse voice: ”Your Highness, please, please speak.”

At this time, he had no pride and pride before.

”The first thing is to send me all my mother's relics, especially her favorite earring.”

”Mm-hmm!” Wu Xiaoming nodded hastily.

”The second thing, I had a maid named Xiao Pei before. I knew that after that day, she was sent to yeting palace. Bring her to Persia, and I'll take her

Wu Xiaoming said yes, but at the moment, he was full of resentment: ”you just taught me a lesson, right? Then you can't see this little Pei again! If I kill this girl, I'll find another reason to shirk it and say that she died a long time ago. I see what you can do to me! ”

Wu Xiaoming's heart is very dark, thinking about how to torture the maid named Xiao Pei, so as to spread out all the anger he received in Chu Yan. At this time, he heard Chu Yan's voice suddenly approaching.

”Duke Wu, if I find Xiao Pei missing even one hair when he comes back, the third thing will be to ask you to be put to death in a hurry.”

”Hiss -” Wu Xiaoming immediately took a cold breath, and a heart was about to slip out of his large intestine.

His own mind, the other party actually guessed it all at once!

At this time, Wu Xiaoming suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. With a bang, he vomited out a big mouthful of blood. His body was like a cannonball coming out of his mouth. He flew up and hit the wall hard again. When he fell back to the ground, his internal organs seemed to split. The pain made him curl up into a shrimp, and his tears and snot welled up.

Vaguely, Wu Xiaoming hears the sound of Chu Yan's moving away.

”By the way, Mr. Wu, I don't want to see you again. I really hate your old face.”

”Chu Yan!” Wu Xiaoming was so angry that he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. The hatred in his heart, even if he poured all the water from all over the world, could not be cleaned.

But after a long time, he gradually loosened his fist and breathed out a dejected breath.

He estimated that he could not get revenge for this hatred. When he faced Chu Yan, Wu Xiaoming only felt that he was a mole ant, even though he had been imprisoned for a full year in the deepest part of this frightening magic prison.

The other side didn't kill themselves, not afraid to kill, but lazy to kill.

I thought I had soared to the sky, but in fact, in other people's eyes, I was still like a mole ant. When I read this, Wu Xiaoming's inner humiliation could not be described in words.

Wearing a black cloak, Chu Yan walked out of the dark entrance of the abyss devil prison and stood in the sun again. When he breathed, it was no longer the smell of cold and corruption, but the fresh air. Chu Yan looked up at the sky and narrowed his eyes.

”The peace of Persia is the idea of huslamma. Why did you save me when I broke your capital, or do you want me to owe you a favor for this?”

After pondering for a moment, Chu Yan shook his head and walked down the mountain.

He had been waiting for his carriage for a long time.

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The moon is high, it's already midnight.