Chapter 33 Who is the idiot who wants to harm this princess? Go to hell!

At the same time, the tyrant on the other side suddenly sneezed three times.

"Ah, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze!" The tyrant pinched his nose. Who was scolding him behind his back again? Don't let him catch you.

"Your Majesty~ It's a bit cold in the morning and evening recently. Your Majesty should pay more attention to your health. It's getting late now, why don't we..." Concubine Xiu was sitting beside the tyrant. When she was about to hug the man's waist, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Perhaps it was because the face of the majesty in front of her suddenly became a little ugly, and Concubine Xiu showed a little timidity. "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

The tyrant looked at Concubine Xiu with tears in her eyes, and suddenly he was dazed for a moment. Why is he here? Shouldn't he be in Furong Palace?

"Your Majesty?" Seeing that the Majesty in front of her had not responded for a long time, Concubine Xiu called him again.

The next second, the tyrant sitting on the chair suddenly stood up, and under Concubine Xiu's puzzled eyes, he said to her lightly: I suddenly remembered that there are still some memorials that have not been approved, my beloved concubine, go to bed early. "

After the words fell, the tyrant turned around and left without looking back. Concubine Xiu was left confused.

When she reacted and wanted to keep him, the Majesty had already disappeared.

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Cold Palace

Wanwan looked at her stolen treasures and was completely depressed.

Her money!

Her heart was bleeding!

Why did her scumbag father do this!

Now Wanwan is like a pickled cabbage, blue and thin, really too blue and thin!

"This little brat cries just as badly as you do~" The Beauty Ghost looked at the little brat wiping her tears and said to the Crybaby next to her.

After hearing this, the Crybaby slowly raised his head and looked at Wanwan crying so sadly. He reached out from his sleeve and took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

As a result, the handkerchief passed through the little brat's body like a gust of wind.

"Tsk, she is a human and we are ghosts. She can't see us and we can't touch her. "

Although the beauty-loving ghost said so, the stubborn crybaby was obviously unwilling to give up easily. She stubbornly raised her hand and held a handkerchief to wipe the tears of the crying little kid.

Wanwan felt a gust of cool breeze blowing on her head. Although the ghost couldn't touch her, she could still feel it. Every time they touched her, she felt a coolness.

The crybaby was stubborn and wanted to wipe her tears. However, she didn't wipe her tears away, but she got goose bumps from the cold.

In other words, can you please stop wiping, crybaby sister?

You are not wiping my tears, but my head, okay?

Wanwan couldn't stand it anymore and raised her hand quickly. She used her sleeve to wipe the few drops of tears from her face.

Seeing that the tears were gone, the crybaby finally withdrew her hand, and stared at the little kid's face with her bloodshot eyes.

Wanwan didn't know if it was her illusion or what, she actually saw her smile.

But with a face as white as paper, lips as black as ink, and eyes as red as blood, that smile seemed a little scary.

Even if Wanwan was brave, she would still be scared every time she saw her staring at such a close face.

Wanwan dug out the treasure she had just buried and held it in her arms: "We can't hide it here anymore. Mommy has to find another place for you to hide. "

Wanwan left with the box in her arms. She took a few steps and suddenly stepped on something hard, almost tripping her.

She looked down and saw a palm-sized piece of wood in the grass. Wanwan kicked it away without thinking, "Hey, what wood is this that wants to harm this princess? Go to hell!"

The wood flew out. Due to the strong wind around, Wanwan did not notice the faint groan.

The ball of black air lying on the ground slowly raised its head, revealing Abei's hideous face.

He looked at the wood in front of him, then at the figure of the little milk ball not far away, and a strong murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

Chunyuan, that bastard, made him become like this. Now that her royal sister is here, he has to kill her too! If he

wants to... With his limbs in a weird arc, Abei was lying on the ground, quickly rushing towards the little milk ball not far away.

But before he touched her, his neck suddenly tightened, as if he was entangled by something sticky, and then his whole body was suddenly pulled back.

His bloodshot eyes suddenly turned around and saw that it was the hanged ghost hanging on the tree that had grabbed his neck with its tongue.

Abei: "Why are you stopping me?"

"Hey, you short-lived ghost, if it weren't for me to rescue you, I'm afraid you would have been chopped to pieces. Didn't you see what was hanging around the little princess' waist? That's a jade pendant with a magic seal, and ghosts can't touch it."

"Ghost?" Abei said in shock: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be a ghost?"

"We are ghosts, what else can we talk about? You don't know you're dead yet, do you?" The beautiful ghost said to him, playing with her long hair.

"I'm dead?" Ah Bei couldn't believe it. Wasn't his legs broken by that bitch Chun Yuan and thrown here? How could he die?

Ah Bei looked down at his bloody legs. When he raised his head and looked at the three ghosts with scary faces, he was so scared that he couldn't help but screamed.

He's dead!

How could he be dead!

The beautiful ghost: "You've been dead for almost three days~"

"No... Impossible! How could I be dead!" Ah Bei didn't believe he was dead. With a hideous face, he crawled weirdly and twistedly on the grass.

"That bitch Chun Yuan! She is so cruel! I won't let her go even if I become a ghost! I'm going to kill her!"

The irritable ghost hanging on the tree asked, "Who is Chun Yuan? ”

“The bastard who killed me!”

Beauty Ghost: “But didn’t you commit suicide?”

Abei: “I… committed suicide?”

How is that possible?

“Wuwuwuwu…” Seeing that he seemed to have forgotten, the Crying Ghost on the side floated to his side, took out a dagger from somewhere, and slashed his wrist like he had done when he was alive.

At that moment, scenes before his death flashed before his eyes.

He remembered that his leg was broken, and when he woke up, he was lying on the bed dying.

He didn't believe that Chun Yuan would be so cruel to him. She must have been bewitched by that guy Anan.

Yes, it must be like this!

So he prepared to stage a self-torture trick again. He first chose to hurt his leg with a wooden hammer, but he felt too painful after just a few hits. Then he chose to cut his wrists to verify his innocence. Of course, he didn't really cut his wrists, but just wanted to make Chun Yuan, the idiot, feel sorry for him.

But he didn't expect that his hand suddenly shook when he cut his wrists, and then cut a big cut. When he was about to find help, it was too late.

He did commit suicide.

But if it weren't for that jerk Chun Yuan, how could he die!

"I'm going to scare her to death!"