The Villain’s Little Cutie

Jing Yu didn't speak.

Turn the wheelchair over.

Stop not far away.

Black eyes looked over without a trace of emotion.

The eyes of the king were very cold.

The king snorted coldly: "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes! You are asking for all of this! Who let you be born is that fate, you should be grateful to me if I didn't kill you, not like you are now ."

He took a step forward.

What he regrets most is that he failed to kill him when he was born.

So that now, the whole country is suffering because of him.

That's right, the king counted all of this on Jing Yu's head. If it weren't for him, Snow Nation would not get weaker and weaker over the years.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got forward.

Kicked on Jing Yu's wheelchair.

The teenager sitting on it immediately fell to the ground.

Except for the initial emotional change on his face, there was no emotion at all when he raised his head again.

As if letting the man in front of him beat and scold, he wouldn't fight back.

The king kicked so, watching the boy lying on the ground, his anger eased.

Asi wanted to step forward to help Jing Yu up.

Jing Yu calmly shook his head towards Asi.

The little girl stopped in place, bit her lip, tears leaking from her big eyes.

Glancing at Asi quietly, Jing Yu's originally gloomy eyes revealed the slightest tenderness.

He opened his mouth in a cold tone.

"Is the king sure now? I'm already lame, what do you want to do?"

The king did not speak.

I pressed down on the slightly painful forehead.

He smiled and said: "Snowflake country has been hit many times in recent years. Now that the temperature is warming, the whole country will suffer. I will give you one last chance to atone for the sins. The day after tomorrow's sacrificial meeting will be hosted by you."

The king finished with a tone that could not be rejected.

Then he said he was tired.

Yu Guang saw that it was the little maid beside Jing Yu who helped him into the wheelchair.

During this time, Jing Yu still took a long breath of pain.

The corners of the king's lips then slowly conjured up.

They returned to the place where they had lived before, Jing Yu's bedroom in the palace.

The room remained as it was, because no one came for a long time, and a layer of dust fell on it.

There are obvious traces of being turned over.

Because there are too many people now, Jing Yu's legs are "disabled", so the cleaning of the house can only be troublesome for Assi.

He looked up apologetically and watched the little girl rushing around.

Can only help hand her something.

"Thanks a lot."

"It's not hard," the little girl immediately curled her lips and whispered: "But I want candy!"

"good."

Jing Yu also smiled with her lips curled.

"King, I always feel like the prince's legs are pretending!"

The king snorted.

"What about pretending? The day after tomorrow's sacrifice is too good, and he is still going to die!"

"The king is really a good strategy. When the time comes, the prince will stand on the altar. I will definitely look for a chance to destroy the altar. Then everyone will know that the prince has angered the gods, and it is much more legitimate to use him to worship the sky!"

The king squinted his eyes.

Slowly said: "I hope everything goes well."

He didn't have any guilt to kill his son at all, but was faintly excited.

About to kill a demon, thinking about him is a little excited.

But he forgot that Jing Yu hasn't done anything since he was born.

All his evils were put on him by insiders like them.

He used bad words at the... once innocent boy.