Hey Your Highness Chapter 77

A bucket of cold water was poured over his head.

Michel Xiao's back shivered, and he crawled on the ground, his whole body wet. His slightly drooping face was covered with dirt, and when the water washed over it, dirty blood rolled down.

"be honest!"

The two Jin soldiers shouted and stared vigilantly at the trapped beast in front of them for a while, then approached carefully, put heavy shackles on Michel Xiao's hands and feet, and then pulled the lasso.

Michel Xiao's legs were freed, he touched the ground, turned over and sat up, but before he could stabilize himself, more than a dozen swords were already on his neck, and the soldiers around him looked frightened, with panic that could not be concealed. Michel Xiao didn't care about the heavy swords on his neck, he let them press against his neck, cutting a trace of blood, his throat rolled, and he spat a few times.