Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

"Ah." "Don't say that. After all, we are allies now."

"Tell me what you know. I'm not in a league with trash."

"In the middle of this evening, the master of the banquet room will disperse his Qi and concentrate his mind. As long as we grasp the opportunity, we can kill him."

Song Qing lowered his head and thought for a moment, "will you kill him?"

"He killed the mother of your church leader. At that time, the old master was ambushed and died on the way. He was also in full control. I'm afraid your leader has long wanted to tear him apart. He is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but he does something worse than a brute. As long as he gets involved in the evil cult, even a three-year-old child will not be let go. Why should you pity him? "

Song Qing's eyes moved, he slowly raised his eyes, just that scene has occupied his mind, let him almost have no sense of wisdom.

"You're right."

Tonight languid will steal the antidote. Jirao sits on the wooden frame in the house. This kind of dry sitting and waiting for news is really rotten.

Ji Rao stood up and turned around for two times, still feeling uneasy. He walked to the door and was stunned when he opened the door.

The banquet court stood outside his door. There was a little blood on his white clothes. His face was very abnormal. His eyes were red, and there was a tyrannical smell inside. It seemed that he could swallow people in the next second. He was just like a cold-blooded killer coming out of the battlefield.

Why? Is the banquet hall here?

"Who are you waiting for?" His voice is like a ghost in the night.

"I..."

The banquet court grabbed Ji Rao's neck and bumped him into the wooden frame. The things on the shelf were scattered all over the ground. In the night, the banquet court was just a devil crawling out of hell.

"Jirao, I asked myself that I was not too kind to you. Is that how you repay me? You've been colluding, haven't you? Your purpose is not an antidote, you are for my father's life

"You're crazy. Let go..." Ji Rao was pinched and could hardly breathe. At this time, his strength could not be broken, just like a fish on the chopping board. How to struggle was useless.

The banquet court came close, the voice was low, with hate, "I should not, should not let you out."

Ji Rao reflected on what he meant. He let languid gather to get the antidote. Did he kill his father in the banquet court?

No, it's not. How can languid convergence defeat the banquet master?

The strength of Yan Ting's hand makes Ji Rao lose his last sense.

"Well..."

Ji Rao's face was red, and even blue veins appeared under her white skin. He heard someone talking in his ear.

"Jirao, you really have no heart."

After that, he didn't want to recall. It was not sex. It was a unilateral abuse.

He only remembered the shaking red window curtain, the face full of hate in the banquet hall. He could not resist the pain from his lower body when he bit his teeth. He heard his cry and heard the banquet court repeatedly ask him to beg for mercy and let him admit his mistake.

How could it be? He's not wrong. He's right!

Ji Rao's lips were broken. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. Finally, he fainted.

Because it really hurts.

The banquet court looked at the unconscious Ji Rao in bed for a long time, and finally slowly got out of bed and put on the clothes again. Ji Rao's body was in a mess, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and her body was still shaking slightly.

The banquet court then stood and looked at him for a while. There was no light in his eyes. Finally, he turned to leave. When he went out, it was already light.

"Somebody."

"Little Lord."

The banquet court looked at the distant sky that ray of light, felt his mind slowly in the cage, his expressionless mouth, even the voice is not his own.

It was yesterday, and everything was fine.

"Mourning."