One servant does not serve two masters.

Rong Huang understood the truth, he couldn't help but understand.

So, just take it to death.

Rong Huang licked his lower lip, kicked over the coffin, and waited quietly.

Sure enough, it took a while before someone came and knocked on the door.

Rong Huang dragged a chair and sat down, coughed, "Come in."

The housekeeper opened the door and saw Rong Huang sitting in the middle of the room.

At Rong Huang's feet, there was a pile of cracked coffin boards.

The butler was shocked, didn't the people in the elders say that the queen would never come back?

Why are you back again?

Will the queen know about him...

"What? Surprised to see this queen come back?" Rong Huang could guess what the housekeeper was thinking with his toes.

The butler paled, and knelt down directly with a bang.

"Your Majesty, the old servant is wrong, please forgive her."

For the next ten minutes, the housekeeper told with tears and nose that he was threatened by the people of the Presbyterian Church, and he did not be loyal to the royal family of Fanzhuo. He was completely a victim in this matter.

He also said that he had been a housekeeper in the castle for many years and had no credit and hard work, so Rong Huang could not easily kill him.

But after his howl, Rong Huang missed him even more.

"You mean people from the Presbyterian Church?" Rong Huang tapped his finger on the handrail, "They are all dead."

Rong Huang paused, his voice softened, "Why don't I send you to find them? Would you confront them?"

The butler was so frightened that he was almost urinating, and he was about to cry again.

Rong Huang snorted impatiently and directly released the coercion.

The coercion of the second-generation blood family directly crushed the butler's bones, and the white bones were directly pierced from the flesh, and the picture was extremely bloody.

Butler Qiqiao bleeds and can't speak.

Rong Huang once again increased his pressure and crushed people into mud.

Seeing that the original shape was not visible on the ground, Rong Huang felt that he seemed to be a lot more brutal recently.

Rong Huang touched the flesh of his chin, feeling that he couldn't go on like this anymore.

She is the cutest little phoenix, not a brutal female version of Godzilla.

It is true that the people of the recent planes are too owed, which has caused the little cutie to turn into a violent mania step by step.

No way.

Rong Huang shook his head and rang the calling bell on the wall.

In a short while, two women wearing uniform blood servant costumes appeared.

Seeing the pile of flesh and blood behind Rong Huang's right, the two humans turned pale with fright, but for fear of angering Rong Huang, they dared not scream.

Rong Huang turned around and glanced, waved his hand to clean up the thing.

"Prepare a bed for this queen, with a comfortable mattress and quilt." Rong Huang ordered.

Although the two blood servants did not understand why Queen Fan Zhuo, who had always liked to sleep in coffins, suddenly changed her bed and left, they still took the order to prepare.

Rong Huang leaned against the window and had a panoramic view of the vast blood race domain.

She saw the men and women of the kinsmen meeting in the open air in broad daylight, and the kinship of the human beings who would turn into corpses after the blood was thrown away.

Rong Huang sighed, the blood family's private life was really chaotic.

And cruel and violent.

It seems that the kinship has to be reorganized well.

Before long, two male blood servants came in carrying a luxurious European-style bed.

The female blood servant laid the mattress and quilt gently, for fear that it might affect Her Majesty the Queen who is meditating (crossed out) by the window.

The quilt was laid, and the blood servant was about to leave, but Rong Huang called out.

"There is no housekeeper in the castle now, you..." Rong Huang pointed at the female blood servant who looked pleasing to the eye, "Temporarily take the post of housekeeper."