The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

  Chapter 642 The White Moonlight of the Tyrant (6)

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  Xiao Cui was startled, as if she had seen a ghost, her legs immediately limp.

   "Mother... Empress! Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

  She was so scared that she had forgotten the etiquette, so she pulled Fu Sheng's sleeve straight.

  【Ding Dong——】

  【System refresh...】

  【Fragment recognition: 0%】

  【Total recognition: 0%】

  Fu Sheng immediately raised his eyes.

   "Mom... Niangniang, no... can't watch!"

  Xiao Cui was so anxious that she almost cried.

  She tugged at her, trying to make her kneel.

Before   Fu Sheng could see clearly, he bends his knees.

  【Mrs. Madam! ! ! Fragments! ! ! ! 】

  The dumpling screamed with excitement.

  Fu Sheng's forehead burst, his expression almost stretched.

   "Be quiet!"

  She knelt down, lowered her head, and waited by the side of the road.

  Xiao Cui behind her, listening to the sound of stepping closer and closer, her body trembling like a sieve,

  Fu Sheng wanted to look up secretly,

  But when I think of the gossip I heard before,

  Your Majesty today does not like others to watch him, watch one, kill one.

  Fu Sheng immediately persuaded, silently lowered his head.

  Step by step slowly,

  When the bright yellow robe passes by,

  The voice of the dumpling in his mind suddenly quieted down.

  Perhaps killing too many people, or the unique majesty of the superior,

  The person on the dragon chair, just passing by, can make people feel palpitation.

   That heavy and ruthless aura hides a deep tyranny and cruelty, like a ghost on the battlefield that kills thousands of enemies, bloodthirsty.

  Fu Sheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief, a little nervous.

  Compared with her composure, Xiao Cui behind her was about to faint.

  Fortunately,

  Bu Hu quickly passed.

  The person on the dragon chair did not have a seizure, and it seemed that they didn't care about them at all.

  Fu Sheng knelt for a while, making sure that he was walking far, and then he dared to look up quietly.

   "Mom... Niangniang, shall we go?"

   Xiao Cui's legs trembled and almost didn't stand up.

  Fu Sheng looked at the figure walking away for a while, and slowly stood up.

   "That is... Your Majesty?"

"Hush - Goddess, no ...... not heard talk of His Majesty His Majesty could kill."

   "...he likes killing so much?" Fu Sheng had a headache.

  Her temperament is so fierce, how can she approach?

   "Let’s go, go back and tell me what else you don’t like, Your Majesty."

"……Yes."

  ……

  ……

  That night,

  The emperor suddenly began to flip the sign.

  Fu Sheng was originally in the palace, listening carefully to the various gossips Xiao Cui told her.

  A father-in-law in charge suddenly came to send a letter with a smile,

   told her that the emperor turned her sign.

  Fu Sheng didn’t have a big reaction at first,

  But when Xiao Cui heard it, she fainted, her face was pale, and she looked terrified.

  At this moment, Fu Sheng couldn't help feeling nervous.

   "Father-in-law, your majesty, is there anything you particularly dislike?"

  Speaking, she consciously took a gold hairpin studded with Ye Mingzhu from her headgear and gave it to him.

  The father-in-law smiled, took it, and did not refuse.

   "My Majesty, your majesty should be in a good mood today. Just speak carefully."

  Fu Sheng: "..." Saying it is like saying nothing.

  She was helpless and unable to resist, so she silently changed into a clean pink skirt.

  Xiao Cui was dizzy, she had no choice, and she had no extra maid, so she could only go alone.

  Along the way,

  The father-in-law held a light in front to lead the way.

  Fu Sheng walked slowly behind, enjoying everyone's pitiful and sympathetic gaze.

  In their eyes,

  Flips the sign, which is equivalent to getting on the guillotine.

  (End of this chapter)