Your Majesty, do you

King Xiao, with a cold face, still held onto the arm he was gripping. His other hand was clasped behind his waist, enduring the kicks and punches.,Outside the screen, several people were shivering and muttering to themselves.,Chu Yun's face was pale and sickly, he lay slumped on the stool, unable to tell if it was sweat or tears soaking his clothes.。