Chapter 78 My Lord, His Subordinates Want To Betray (1)

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date="2020-11-01"

title="Chapter 78 My Lord, His Subordinates Want To Betray (1)"

weight="101300"

series = ["Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife"]

mode = "manual"

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"what!"

Kona rubbed his head, and just recovered, there was a burning pain in his body.

The tender white and slender legs were covered with scarlet and ferocious whip marks, mottled and staggered, revealing the beauty of morbidity.

The clothes on her body are intact, with a thin layer of gauze.

Then, a deep voice came from above his head.

"Lu Xicheng, do you know you are wrong?"

Kona: "..."

I know you are the fucking wrong cabbage! damn, it hurts my old lady!

Oh my old mother's thigh, will it leave scars?

Fuck!

Damn him!

Kona was about to slap her backhand, but was persuaded by integrity.

[Host stop wow! That is Lin Wangci, the object of your purification! 】

Kona thought for a while, then shook his head, "...don't hesitate to die!"

[Don’t don’t! Impulse is the devil! Impulse is the devil, dear! 】

[If you hang up, I will hang up too. It doesn't matter if I hang up. The most regrettable thing is that no one inherited the tons of snacks I stocked! 】

[All right, kiss! 】

[I am not old or young, the only thing is those snacks, no one takes care of them when I am gone! 】

? ? ?

Kona: "..."

I will endure.

Looking up, the blue silk was scattered, covering some spring.

The man's eyebrows were cold and resolute, his face was sharp and angular, his thin and lustful lips slightly hooked, and his eyes were filled with evil dark light.

Lin Wangci sat on a wooden chair not far away, looking at the blood-stained girl on the ground in a moment, her purple-black delicate robe slightly folded.

Obviously there was a coldness in her eyes that could not be ignored, but this person gave her the feeling of being cynical.

Moreover, it is dangerous.

She took a few seconds to digest the information of this world.

The original owner was Lu Xicheng. Both parents died when he was a child. He was an orphan who was sold to a brothel.

At the age of fifteen, he was adopted by the first villain, the master of Jiu Chengsi, Lin Wangci, and became his confidant.

He raised her in fine clothes and jade, just to give it to the male lead, Prince Long Sun Quan, when she was eighteen.

To put it bluntly, be an undercover agent.

Long Sun Quan is an upright person, but also a very smart person. He rescued the original owner from fire and water. The original owner fell in love with him and betrayed Lin Wangci.

In the end, Lin Wangci died tragically, and five horses were divided.

It was the day when Lu Xicheng had just turned eighteen. Lin Wangci gave her a glass of wine. Lu Xicheng had never drunk such a strong wine before, so he just threw up.

After waking up, he was imprisoned by Lin Wangci.

Imprisoned because of drunkenness?

What a pervert!

"Five horses to divide the body?" Kona grinded her molars and clenched her fists. "It's cheaper for him."

Lin Wangci held Jiayu's fan bone in his right hand and slapped it carelessly, his narrow and bloodthirsty eyes.

Holding the whip in his left hand, the long whip is full of barbs, and you can imagine the pain of hitting a person.

"Did not say?"

The man's voice is just like that of a deep sea fairy, and the sexy and sultry ending is filled with the danger of invading the bone marrow.

Lin Wangci narrowed his eyes, a smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his left hand carelessly, then hit it heavily.

Seeing that the whip was about to fall, Kona cursed secretly, clutching his head and pretending to be afraid, and avoided.

The long whip brushed the girl's white arm, leaving a faint scratch.

Lin Wangci narrowed his eyes, and looked at the people on the ground with his probing eyes.

Kona's long eyelashes trembled, her voice tinged with crying, and she carried an unyielding arrogance.

"The slave and maid knew it was wrong."

Lin Wangci walked up to Kona like a benevolence, and the fan raised her chin, with an elegant and playful look.

"Are you wrong?"

Sweat soaked the girl's long black hair, attached to the muddy forehead, her eyes were bright and clear.

He stared straight at him.

Not afraid.

"Then tell us what's wrong?"