A moment of stagnation.

Immediately, what answered Xin Yi was a crisp sound, the sound of the cloth tearing.

Xin Yi only felt that the jade shoulders were cold, turned his head to look, and exclaimed: "Childe!"

It turned out that the man suddenly raised his hand and tore open the woman's placket, and the skirt was only a layer of tulle, which was torn open from the neck with a slight force, revealing a touch of jade shoulders.

The moonlight is hazy, the skin is like jade, outlining the collarbone and winding neck like a cockle, and the lines are moving.

The man's breath was stagnant, it was a short distance away, and Xin Yi could clearly feel that after the summer thin shirt, the temperature of his body was rising.

Xin Yi didn't hide it, but instead mocked and mourned, and looked directly at the man: "The king is romantic, the beauty of the country and the mountains, and then the whole world is not the king's land?"

The man also looked directly at Xin Yi, without the green jade mask, his face like the moon in the dark night was beautiful and cold: "You can only be mine, my woman...... It's a pity that you don't believe anything anymore...... That's all I can think of...... Own your ......"

Own you.

The last three words were spit out, like a fire, igniting the heat in the man's eyes, but despite this, his face was still calm, filled with bone-eating sadness.

"What else can I do with you...... That's all I can ...... Own your ......"

The man laughed self-deprecatingly, his low tone choked, and with another sound, the skirt as thin as a cicada's wings was completely torn off and fell like a cloud, stirring the moon shadow.

The woman was left with a goose-yellow full-breasted skirt, half snowy, like jade cream, and the undulating lines were tightly wrapped, making it more concave and convex.

The hotter the man's eyes burned, the more sad his face became.

"Tell me...... What else can I do...... Qingqing ......"

Qingqing.

The two words fell, and the man leaned over and kissed the woman, melting all the heartache and truth into a scorching entanglement.

The flexible tongue swam like a water snake, and the contour of the woman's lips was soaked, and the heat and aroma were impregnated, and at the moment when the woman was stunned, she skillfully knocked her teeth and probed into the valley of orchids, entangled inch by inch, inch by inch.

Breath without escape, possession without escaping, scorching heartbeat disorders, fireworks and sparks splashing.

Xin Yi only felt that his brain was not clear, and the man also felt that his reason was out of control.

The fire burns the heart, the heat is entangled, and he enters the prison of greed and hatred.

No matter what he loves or hates, deceives or promises, the world is like a brilliant world, the night sky on Chinese New Year's Eve, three thousand miles of silver and Han are brilliant, and fireworks are crackling.

He was the only one left. She was the only one left.

In this life, I am willing to mingle with you.

And then promise not to be separated from you again.

The kiss that imprinted the soul, the interweaving of the breathlessness, and finally couldn't help pushing the man away, the red and white little face, breathing, but the man was not satisfied, the kiss continued to swim, the lips, the jaw, the earrings, all the way down.

grabbed the fragrance of the jade neck, sketched the lines of the collarbone, and then lost his way as if he was intoxicated, and swirled on the goose yellow chest.

A branch of laurel is embroidered on the chebula, the osmanthus blossoms between the peaks and peaks, and the moonlight is half infiltrated, such as smelling the faint fragrance, and it is soul-catching.

Then the man was also captured, and was about to kiss it, when his wandering fingertips suddenly touched something, which was an object placed close to the woman's waist—

Jade flute.

The black jade flute, the treasure light and the flame, seems to be made of the best black jade, and it is especially extraordinary in the night.

The man paused: "What is this?"

Xin Yi's mind calmed down for a moment, and his eyes flashed slightly: "The gift of the emperor." ”

"Imperial gift?" the man hesitated, looking at the jade flute, "You are not a person who likes gold, silver and jewelry, and even if you are really valuable, you have never had a reason to store it closely?"

"I want to, why not?" Xin Yi tried her best to make her look the same as before, she didn't dare to forget, the person in the vicinity was the best chess player in the world.

"Really?" the man stared into her eyes, his tone suspicious.

"What, do I want to, do I want you to allow it?" Xin Yi said in a cold tone, raising his chin.

The man stared at her. Xin Yi also stared at him. Neither of the two top players in the chess game is willing to back down.

After a long time, the man smiled lightly, unable to distinguish whether it was mockery and coldness: "...... See, you've got a secret from me, too. ”

Xin Yi's heartbeat slowed by half a beat.

Subconsciously, she wanted to tell him the truth, she didn't want to hide it from him, she didn't care what kind of family and country it was, she didn't want to hide it from him.

However, the moment he first spoke, the lies and truths of the past three years, the calculations and icing on the cake in the chess game, and the poisonous snake behind his carefully compiled flower tent, all came to mind at that moment.

Resentment. Then, only resentment remained.

Then, again, she just wanted to win for the sake of herself.

So, Xin Yi smiled and his eyes were bright: "You have it, I have it, isn't it fair?"

It was a jade flute made by the former Dynasty Meteorite Jade. When Emperor Li He secretly handed over the jade flute and the method of smelting to her, two volumes of edicts were hidden in the jade flute.

Bearing the name of choosing the king, this is what she gambled on her faith and life, and what the emperor swore to protect before the emperor, and it is something she swore not to give to anyone for the sake of her own chess game.

It's hers alone, Destiny.

Not a woman of any man, but just as a hard, destiny.

Man sluggish. At that moment, the woman seemed to be a little different. In the past, the green mountains and green waters hid the sword, but now the green mountains are smelted for the sword, and the green water is the blade.

It seems that she is still familiar to him, but it is very unfamiliar, obviously it is a stone's throw away, but it is the end of the world again, it is obviously a purple magnolia, but it is like a mountain and sea.

A sudden sense of frustration rose in the man.

He obviously wanted to have her, but he looked at her, and gradually moved away, he couldn't touch it, even if it was an ambiguous distance now, he couldn't touch it.

As a chess king, he lost a mess.

The man laughed, and he was still indulging in laughter, and he was full of evil energy, and together with his beautiful face, he was caged and killed, and the Jiao at the bottom of the pond woke up and recovered his evil nature.

With a sneer, a clear sound, he straightened up, took off his outer robe, and his jade-colored chest was exposed, but he didn't stop, and his hand reached for the last middle coat.

The temperature in the room was scorching. The breath of joy is thick as pulp.

Xin Yi instinctively panicked, and subconsciously took advantage of the man's hand to let go, got up and wanted to escape, but felt the man stretch out a hand, grabbed her two hands, and then pushed it to the top of her head, so strong that she couldn't move at all.

However, this action makes the woman's concave and convex only a little more obvious.

The man's gaze widened. The other hand that came out of his free hand tore a few times, and he faded all his clothes, even in the middle of the night, the moonlight was hazy, and all the lines were faintly visible.

Boom, a burst of tinnitus. Xin Yi's whole body softened, and then her muscles and bones were on fire, burning her embarrassed and embarrassed.

Not because of the relative at the moment, but because the man's eyes were not tender, but full of madness, as if looking at his belongings, or the icing on the cake of his hegemony.