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

Chapter 876:

Contaminated.

A roar was ripped from his scratchy throat as his skin crackled.

His skin peeled before his eyes. Tears blurred what little he could still see. The agony was unbearable. The stench of scorched flesh mixed with the filth of the residual waters.

Finally, the bastards sprang into action, pushing the crowd away from him, shouting orders, and restoring control.

Too little, too late!

“Spineless dogs!” Zaiper roared, but all that came out was a wet, gurgling hiss.

The pain made his head spin, and everything darkened.

the air like a gutted animal. The pain hadn’t subsided; it was still

him and making him feel heavy. The lower part of

finally decided to join

not to fear hearing all week. The one

Daemonikai, calmly sitting in a chair across the cell, legs crossed, flipping through a pamphlet as though he were lounging in a palace courtyard rather

surely have other things to occupy your time

and hoarse. “Your female

pamphlet aside calmly and

about me. I’m exactly where I want

fire in his voice. No anger. No gloating over capturing

into fiction with

Just… calm.

spine like