Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"Yes, my king." Guang glanced at the wolf minister standing on the left side in support of the new king. The deterrence in that look was self-evident. No one dared to say anything. Bite, Mingzhe is the best way now.

"Wait a minute, I'll see who dares to touch them." When Guang Zai was about to start, the old and powerful voice came from outside the hall, and then the silver wolf head zen stick entered the hall. All except the light and the cold night pupil. Everyone gave a big gift to the owner of the wolf head zen stick, and even those wolf ministers who were mourning on the ground also knelt down. In their eyes, the owner of the wolf head zen stick was their god.

Entering into the hall was a gray-haired old man with a wrinkled hand holding a tall wolf-head zen stick, supported by a child on the other side, and walking towards Leng Yetong step by step. The stick touched the ground and made a sound of 咚, 咚, and the hearts of the wolves seemed to beating with the sound of the stick.

"Who is my priest? It turned out to be the high priest." Leng Yetong smiled slightly, made the folds of his clothes, changed his posture, leaned lazily on the chair, raised the tea cup, and said with a smile, " The high priest was so angry that when he came in, he gave me such a great threat. "

"Wang, you are more concerned. I am just an ambassador, so I am anxious and ask the king to forgive sins." The high priest said forgiveness, but he did not have any intention of asking for sins. Straight, murky eyes revealed light. He glanced at the wounded wolf minister and asked knowingly, "Where did they annoy the king? Here I plead guilty to the king for them and ask the king to let them go."

"Why should I give you this face?" Leng Yetong smiled gently, raised her eyes and saw the shady face of the high priest, the smile on her lips became stronger, and she took a sip of tea gently, He said with a chuckle, "I was just talking about fun. They just wanted me to start the fighting contest of the Wolf King throne again, but they were not as good as others, so they would lose it. It ’s ugly. Since the high priest wanted If you want them, then send them to the high priest. I think the high priest must need to record the alchemists. "

The high priest suffered a loss, and gave a severe glance at the injured wolf-men, what a waste! With a blue complexion, the high priest gnashed his teeth and pulled a smile, pretending to be kind, "This will make the king ridiculous, and my family's affairs are heavy. They should have shared the king's share. How dare I share it with Wang Qiang, You ca n’t do it. And ah, there is no shortage of people there. ”

"Oh, since the high priest said so, then they are useless people." Leng Yetong was not anxious, smiled lightly, holding the winning coupon on his face, and gently scratched the tea lid a little. "The law of the Wolf clan stipulates that anyone who loses in the fighting competition of the Wolf King throne, who is passively challenged, will be degraded to the public, deprived of political rights for life, and those who actively challenge will lose. It will be punished by death. I originally wanted to give them a way to live and follow the high priest. You did not expect that there is no shortage of people in the high priest, so they can only be given the death penalty. Oh, it ’s a pity, unfortunately I am helpless. I wonder if the High Priest has any disagreement with the way I deal with it? "