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.,Chuyun's mind exploded with a buzz. He snatched the swaddle from the nurse's hand. The baby, Chuer, had a purplish face and the swaddle was soaked in blood.。