bayedsolid Chapter 420: The Northern Barbarian King Breaks His Promise
Chapter 420: The Northern Barbarian King Breaks His Promise
This thought flashed through his confused mind like a final flash of lightning.
The Desert King's huge body could no longer support itself, and he fell from the wide seat onto the carpet with a loud bang. His body twitched violently, and dark blood foam with a sweet and fishy smell began to flow out of his mouth and nose.
The warmth in the bedroom was instantly replaced by a biting cold.
Candlelight dances.
The "panic" on Princess Nineteen's face faded like the tide, leaving only a chilling indifference...
He walked step by step to his father who was curled up on the ground and looked down at him condescendingly.
Looking at her father's eyes that were staring at her, Princess Nineteen had no tears and no sadness.
He spoke coldly to the guards outside the door, "I'm arguing with my father, please leave."
The rustling sounds outside the door faded away, and Princess Nineteen's heart finally settled down a little.
"This is the only solution I have... Anyway, you, my father, have long been planning to give the throne to Alie."
During the civil war in the desert, Su Rou reached a consensus with me, and my father also wanted to win her over!
But now that the East is being held hostage by the South, how can they focus all their attention on the royal family?
When they finish fighting, Ali and I will be the ones who reap the benefits.
Su Rou is very capable. Princess Nineteen is convinced that a woman can do what she does.
But he had no hostility towards the Su family, he just wanted Ali to stay with him.
A Lie to Su Rou...
Although he didn't say it, Princess Nineteen could feel that Ali was fond of her.
The knockout drug cannot trap the powerful Northern Barbarian King. He will definitely leave when he wakes up.
Only after the king dies can Alie stay!
He is the King of the Northern Barbarians, and also the arm that my father relies on most!
When the new king ascends the throne, although the position of King of the Desert will be inherited by his descendants, Andre, as an important king, must take charge of the overall situation.
Princess Nineteen was confident that she could help Andre successfully squeeze out her brothers and sisters to succeed her.
Audience with the tribes, transfer of power, appeasement of the tribes...
There are so many things to do, which one doesn’t require time?
Which one doesn't require Ali to be in charge?
Princess Nineteen watched as the last bit of light in her father's pupils gradually faded in pain, but her eyes became brighter and crazier.
Just hold him back!
Just hold on long enough!
Su Rou is so powerful...
Even without the support of her brother, she can still have smooth sailing in the Southland!
"Father..." Princess Nineteen slowly squatted down, leaned close to the Desert King's ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Rest assured, Desert. Ali and I will take good care of you."
The Desert King's body suddenly stiffened, and the last trace of life along with boundless resentment completely dissipated.
The hand pointing towards Princess Nineteen fell limply on the carpet.
The king of the desert was caught off guard and died from poisoned snacks and wine served to him by his most beloved youngest daughter!
Princess Nineteen squatted quietly beside her father's gradually cooling body, and time seemed to have stopped.
The bedroom was dead silent, with only the crackling sound of the burning candle.
It was unknown how long it took before Princess Nineteen slowly stood up with no expression on her face.
He walked to the door and frantically ordered outside, "Hurry up and help me! Father...Father has passed away suddenly."
Finally, he looked back at the body lying on the ground that was once as majestic as a mountain. In the depths of his eyes, the last trace of his daughter was completely wiped out.
All that remained was the coldness of power and the morbid obsession with possessing Andre.
The desert sky had changed in the dead of night without anyone noticing.
Outside the city of Nanguo.
Su Rou was still sitting cross-legged, like a jade sculpture without any warmth.
The dead branches in front of her had already carved out a complex map on the ground, marking the imperial city, the palace gates, possible points of resistance, and where Andre's Wolf Riders should appear.
However, the agreed time had long passed, and the horizon was still dead silent.
There was only the wind, bringing with it an increasingly intense chill.
The hunched figure of the Poisonous Woman moved, and her hoarse voice was filled with a hint of solemnity, "Miss... Did the Northern Barbarian King break his promise?"
Su Rou's fingers, which were stroking the dead branch, finally stopped.
He slowly raised his head and looked towards the desert.
Andre hasn't arrived yet. What delayed him on the way?
Something happened in the desert.