Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Your Majesty the King!"

At this moment, the jailer who had been knocked unconscious by him ran over. When he saw Sheng Jiaoyang holding a gun against the king's head, he was stunned for a moment, and then cursed angrily.

"You are a wolf-hearted traitor. Fortunately, His Majesty the King treats you so well. He brings you to the palace from such a remote place and treats you as his own daughter until he raises you. But what about you? When you grow up, you help to destroy vampires. Your former home, if we had known you would become like this in the future, we should have secretly executed you in the first place!"

The old jailer had tears of grief in his eyes and was completely heartbroken.

During these days, they listened to how Sheng Jiaoyang led the vampire army to start a war outside. Rivers of blood flowed everywhere, not a blade of grass grew, and many people were separated from their wives because of her.

The once innocent and kind-hearted little princess has turned into the cold-blooded monster she is now. If this is the ending, why didn't she die in the vampire's territory?

No one dares to tell His Majesty the King all this. His Majesty the King has been getting worse and worse recently and cannot bear any more stimulation. If he knew that the little princess had become like this, he would definitely be very heartbroken. As jailers, there was nothing they could do, but they must not tell His Majesty these things, which would worsen his condition.

Without looking at him, Jiaoyang moved the muzzle of the gun to the side and fired a cold shot, hitting the open space with a bang. The old jailer was startled and fell back to the ground.

"Weak people should not rely on their weakness and ignorance to think that they are on the side of justice."

She gave the order in a calm voice: "Come here, kill this disappointing person."

"yes!"

Several vampires surrounded him and fired at him. When they walked away, the jailer was dead, his eyes were wide open, his body was riddled with holes, and blood was flowing continuously.

"Now that we've dealt with the annoying flies, what's next?" Jiaoyang curled her lips. However, at this moment, the king took advantage of the opportunity.

He pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at Jiaoyang's head.

Jiaoyang turned her back to the king, raised her eyebrows with interest, and then turned to look at him.

"Man Shanda!" Several vampires rushed behind her at the same time. Jiaoyang raised her hand to signal them to stop.

The king stood up from the ground with weak legs and weak steps. He pointed the muzzle of his gun at her. The finger holding the trigger was trembling. Tears were shed on his old face, and there was endless guilt and pain in his eyes.

"Jiaoyang. Jiaoyang, my father is sorry for you, but in this life, I can't let you continue to make mistakes. This is what I have to do. Since I planted the cause, I must end it. I don’t ask for your forgiveness for this consequence, and my father will definitely spend everything he has in the next life to compensate for it.”

But before the king could finish speaking, he suddenly paused.

The king opened his eyes wide and looked at the expression on Jiaoyang's face at this moment. She curled up the corners of her mouth, her eyes seemed to be mocking, and her smile was bright and weird.

"What's your expression, Jiaoyang?" The king was scared. He held his gun and stepped back step by step, but Jiaoyang opened his hands and showed no fear in his eyes, approaching step by step.

"Of course it depends on the idiot's expression, Father." She smiled brightly.

Let’s not talk about whether she will die if the shot goes down, and

"Do you dare to shoot, father?"