Chapter 331 Song Zhao’s Bloody Abuse of Xia Qingyao 3

She never killed anyone.

Because she had experienced a lot of gangsters and seen her relatives leave her one by one, she especially hated the smell of blood.

But at those moments when she started, she thought of the time when she was still a lonely soul.

She pushed aside the cloud at the top of Penglai Mountain, and saw the scene of Si Yu leading the army to attack the city, killing red eyes.

The reason why a young man can be forced to raise the butcher's knife to destroy the world is because what he once cherished has been brutally destroyed.

Why is she not? They are actually so similar.

So she has strength.

This power was given to her by Si Yu.

It was at those moments that Song Zhao suddenly understood a fact that she had been unwilling to face and kept escaping.

Song Zhao's throat was itchy.

She... likes Si Yu.

Si Yu waited patiently for the little girl's next words.

After a few seconds of silence, the girl's delicate voice was heard.

"It's okay." Song Zhao let go of his hand, raised his head, his eyes were pure, "I just want to say, I'm going to give you the Ministry of Punishment."

Si Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled lowly, "So generous?"

Song Zhao made an 'hmm' with all his strength, and his voice was very soft, "I just want to be nice to you."

He paused, as if he felt that this was not devout enough. He raised his head, his clear and clean pupils were black and white, and his appearance was extremely beautiful and cute. He repeated earnestly, "I am very, very kind to you."

She knew that Si Yu liked her, and was willing to sacrifice her flesh and blood for her, to protect her temples and skirts from dust.

But he didn't know that those moments when she made him fall in love with her were all misunderstandings that she wanted to assassinate him.

She once approached him with ulterior motives, but she was actually not qualified to accept his liking.

So from now on, she wants to make up for him, to offset the sins of the past.

Only when the guilt in her heart disappeared, could she speak out her heart with confidence.

Si Yu froze, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked down at her. After a while, he turned his head away and smiled happily.

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Outside Dali Temple.

The crown prince and Taifu stood all night, his body was stiff, and he lost his patience completely, "It's already high in the sun, why hasn't Miss Song Er got up yet? Is she trying to show off the crown prince? No one in this capital can beat you so recklessly. Prince Chu's face—"

Suddenly, the thick and rich door of Dali Temple was directly pushed open with a bang, without any politeness.

Song Zhao is dressed in white and wins snow, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes. When he glanced over, his bloodshot black eyes were full of coldness, like sharp daggers.

"Isn't there now?"

The crown prince was startled. How could this little girl be so imposing, she felt a little scared for no reason, but it was embarrassing to back off, so she said sternly, "Where is the chief interrogator, hand him over quickly."

"Don't worry," Song Zhao twitched his lips and sneered, "I'll send someone to the Prince's Mansion right away."

The face of the prince and Taifu is more attractive, let’s just say, how can anyone not be afraid of the prince’s prestige,

No matter how aggressive Song Zhao is, he still has to obediently lick it back.

While thinking this way, he saw two police officers walking out with the half-dead interrogator in hand.

The prince and Taifu saw at a glance the two severed hands of the presiding interrogator who had not been treated overnight, and had turned pale and pale, completely speechless.

"Let's go." Song Zhao put his hands behind his back, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

Crazy, the girl from the Song family is crazy!

Prince's House.

The prince waited all night, but he didn't wait for anyone to come back, his face was already black as carbon.

He believed in the Grand Tutor's ability to handle affairs, and he couldn't get him back for a long time. It could only be that Dali Temple didn't let him go.

It seemed that Song Zhao really deserved to die.