That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 875:

His hands and feet were bound. The restraints, laced with toxins, drained what little strength he had left.

He could not change. He could not run. He could not fight.

And the people? They were relentless.

“Scum!”

“Evil devil!”

“May your soul rot in the nine hells!”

Their hatred was a chorus, hot as the sun beating down on him.

fallen—from Great Lord to this, a man caged

never chosen death lightly. But this public

deserve justice of the people!” she screamed, spitting at

struck his cheek, hot and reeking

his fangs. But all

food. Deprived

order and chaos was thin. Twice already mobs had tried

“Give him to us!”

“Hand him over!”

to die

shouted, trying to hold

But then it happened.

just for you