(Thank you, smug flowing night, for your 50000 Yuan tip. Thank you.)
Lin Zhuo was stunned.
He suddenly realized that his body had suddenly become shorter.
His two legs had been cut off from the root.
He suddenly felt very cold and extremely empty.
"Ahoho ahoho!"
This cold feeling made him let out a shrill cry.
Even though he knew he didn't have long to live, he still felt incomparable fear.
He screamed crazily.
The foster son of the palace of the Earl of Jing 'an, Wu Yuanbao, slowly walked over and stared at Lin Zhuo coldly. This man had brought shame to the palace of the Earl of Jing' an.
Lin Zhuo could feel the life force in his body draining away. He tried his best to catch his breath, but the air was still insufficient. He was still feeling dizzy.
He could clearly feel his body turning cold.
"W-why?" Lin Zhuo asked.
Lin Zhuo was already mentally prepared for the Earl of Jing 'an to send someone to kill him.
