Chapter 8 (2/2)

There was no one in Mingming's room except his outer space, but suddenly a deep and deep voice sounded: ”yes, your highness!”

After a pause, the voice suddenly asked, ”if Zhu wants to be strong Do you need to fight? ”

”Ah...” The man gave a low laugh. His voice was magnetic and extremely pleasant, but full of contempt. ”Just because of his rubbish, he just wanted to die!”

”I understand.”

The room soon quieted down, and the man got up slowly with a lazy and interesting smile on his lips.

***

when He Xi woke up again, he was already in the bumpy carriage.

It was still the cage in which she was imprisoned. Her hands and feet were bound with chains of fingers.

Because of the location of the cage, you can't see the whole picture clearly, but you can still feel the strong breath.

He Xi bit his lower lip, making himself more conscious of chaos.

Slavery still had a great influence on her. Her consciousness was wandering in the confusion until now.

Suddenly, there was a voice of guard talking: ”who are you talking about? Why can we seal our accomplishments without spiritual power fluctuation? ”

”No matter who she is! As long as the young master has the servitude card in his hand, he will find someone to engrave a real slave soul seal on her when he arrives at Zhu's mansion. At that time, it's not a word that the young master wants to make trouble with her! ”

”Hum! This stinky girl is just a mortal. She makes us lose face in public. I really want to pull her skin now! ”