Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 522
Nangong Liuer was startled and struggled even harder.
Helpless, as soon as he floated up a little, he was swept down by the whirlpool again.
After several times, Nangong Liu’er Dong’s consciousness became blurred and her hands and feet cramped.
Just as I was about to give up, the whirlpool stopped.
She was overjoyed and hurriedly swam to the shore.
But as soon as he moved twice, he was swept into the water by a strong whirlpool.
The whirlpool seemed to be controlled by someone, deliberately giving her hope and making her despair.
It’s just a joke with her life!
In this cold winter, people will die after soaking in cold water for a few hours!
Didn’t Ning Sijin, a fool and a lunatic, know this truth before driving her into the water?
Eunuch Xia looked at Nangong Liuer, who was struggling to no avail, with a complicated expression.
Just as he was about to say something, Si Jinliang ordered: “Let the princess soak in the water. No one is allowed to rescue her without my permission.”
“Those who do not respect orders will be killed without mercy.”
Today, Nangong Liuer would not be tortured until she was covered in frostbite and doubtful about her life.
I’m sorry for the two days when the original owner knelt in the snow.
Seeing this, Eunuch Xia also shut up, said goodbye to Si Jin, then stood up and left.
When he reached the door, he couldn’t help but look back at the young man who entered the room.
His Royal Highness… has really changed a lot.
Maybe I can really surpass His Highness the Second Highness with this broken body and finally become the next emperor.
Si Jin entered the house, put on clean clothes from inside to outside, and ordered someone to make a bowl of ginger soup.
Then he walked to the window and quietly admired Nangong Liu’er who was struggling.
Not long after, ginger soup was brought in.
Si Jin took the soup and saw an assassin in black holding a sword reflected in the calm soup bottom.
The man was dressed in plain black and covered his face with a black cloth.
Hidden behind him was a long sword about three feet long, which glowed slightly coldly when reflected in the snow.
Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she was staring at him seriously.
Familiar soul breath.
But this time A Yuan seems to be his enemy.
It’s more fun.
Si Jin discovered something more interesting and no longer felt like looking at Nangong Liu’er.
He turned around, limped back to the table, poured two cups of tea, and spoke with interest.
“Your Excellency, since you just peeped at me changing clothes, come down and have a sip of tea together.”
Beitang Linyuan was cautious because of this matter. When he was reminded like this, his face hidden under the black cloth turned even redder.
How strange.
He and Ning Sijin are both men.
He obviously came to kill Ning Sijin.
But why does his mouth feel inexplicably dry and his heartbeat speed up when he sees him changing clothes?
Beitang Linyuan couldn’t explain it, but he was an assassin and couldn’t forget today’s purpose.
He simply jumped down and raised his sword to stab Si Jin in the neck.
Si Jin didn’t move, and with a curl of his lips, he immediately picked up the tea and poured it into Beitang Linyuan’s hand.
The scalding tea was steaming with steam. Beitang Linyuan felt pain and immediately flinched.
He held the sword unsteadily, but in the blink of an eye, the sword in his hand had been snatched away by Si Jin.
Beitang Linyuan was startled, and just as he was about to grab the sword, Si Jin raised his leg and kicked him to the Arhat’s couch not far away.
After all, the original owner had been fighting on the battlefield for many years and had the foundation of a military general.
Si Jin can use this body easily.
He moved very quickly and quickly reached Beitang Linyuan with only his left leg.
He raised his sword and landed on Beitang Linyuan’s ear.
The blade of the sword pierced the bed, making a crisp buzzing sound.
Under Beitang Linyuan’s panicked eyes, Si Jin lowered his hands and uncovered the man’s face.
A very delicate face.
He has sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, a straight nose, and thin red lips.
With a bit of youthful vigor, he is extremely handsome.
The prince’s beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly curved: “Are you scared? With your skills, you still imitate others to be an assassin?”
As he spoke, he lowered his head and approached Beitang Linyuan, who was so nervous that he was sweating on his forehead.
The slender fingers caressed the man’s thin lips, playing with the taste.
“What are you afraid of?”
“Afraid that the king… won’t let you stay?”
