Halfway through the words.

The prince saw Song Zhao kicking Xia Qingyao in the knee.

She couldn't help kneeling down and made a sound of bones intertwining, causing people's scalp to tighten.

The constables around were stunned.

I didn't see clearly how Song Zhao made the move.

The next second, Song Zhao stepped on Xia Qingyao's back again and stomped her on the ground.

Song Zhao leaned over, grabbed her hair bun with one hand, and pulled it back hard, which made Xia Qingyao's head tilt back, and her eyes were bloodshot red.

Xia Qingyao reacted and the most intuitive feeling was the pain. She felt that her scalp was about to be torn off and a tiny humming sound overflowed from her throat.

"Say what you just said again, huh?" Song Zhao's finger bones turned white, and his whole body was filled with ruthlessness. Even the aura of the hall was suppressed by her.

"Ah!" Xia Qingyao felt that Song Zhao was stepping on her hand, so hard and so fierce, making a shattering sound from her fingers.

"Song Zhao!" Her eyes were red, and she had just called out Song Zhao's name.

"The hand is ruined." Song Zhao's lips curled up, so careless, as if he was doing something very elegant.

"I see that your brain is buzzing all day long, why don't you lose it together?"

She grabbed Xia Qingyao's head and hit the floor hard.

Bang bang bang bang!

The forehead hit hard, almost cracking a gap in the marble floor.

The bright red blood wet the white jade-like floor and burst into awesomeness.

Song Zhao's series of movements were very fast, obviously trained.

He won't really kill Xia Qingyao, but by this, he will be no longer far from becoming a fool.

The head of the cavalry and other constables next to him looked at each other, and they all saw awe in each other's eyes.

Oh my god.

They had never seen Song Zhao take action. The people who saw the Ministry of Justice last night were almost killed by weapons.

At most, I feel that Song Zhao has a strong heart and is not afraid of blood.

But now I saw Song Zhao taking action with my own eyes, which is even more cruel than a man.

These big men who often fight against the suspects are all panicked.

Xia Qingyao was dripping in the blood, half of her head collapsed, her eyes widened larger than a copper bell, and there was full of fear and regret for Song Zhao.

What was the beginning? The cute girl who would cry after losing her hair became so cruel and ruthless.

If she knew that Song Zhao was not easy to mess with, she would definitely not have made this happen.

The prince's face was as dark as water.

He naturally realized that Song Zhao had become unrecognizable.

He knew she was acting recklessly, but he didn't expect that she would be so cruel as soon as she came.

Compared with her current arrogance, her past mischief is not worth mentioning at all.

"Song Zhao, you, a poisonous woman, are still here, how can you let your concubine move?"

He beat his concubine to death in front of him. Rather than teaching Xia Qingyao a lesson, he was clearly slapping him, the crown prince in the face.

Bang--

Song Zhao kicked the Nanmu high cabinet next to him again.

The cabinet fell down in response to the sound, and the precious antique vase on it fell and broke into pieces, smashing the ground.

The surroundings are quiet.

The face of the prince's tutor who had just rushed in changed drastically.

The hearts of other detectives are about to jump out.

This is the prince’s mansion, Song Zhao is so arrogant.

"It's just a concubine. If you die, you will die. Is it worthy of the minister's explanation to the prince?"

Song Zhao's understatement of the flashing sleeves showed endless madness in his eyes, and he was full of provocation.

She seemed to have released her natural blood, and no one could suppress it.

Since tolerant is also a knife, and if you can't bear it, it's a knife.
Chapter completed!