At night, the moon is in the middle of the sky, bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off the night to be calm and peaceful.

A remote courtyard in Mu's house.

Mu played with the hairband in his hand and lay lazily on the couch.

She is planning the future of her relationship with Mu Yin, and the money in her hand should be enough for them to go out and buy a mansion, but what will she do in the future? She can't practice martial arts now, and she may be eaten by mermaids at any time outside......

Thinking about it, I suddenly remembered that demonic face. The hand unconsciously touched the red lips.

"How can you think of that demon, really!" The disturbed mood made Mu feel unusually irritable.

A turn, a magnified face appeared in front of Mu Qianqing's eyes.

Mu was ready to give the other party a flying fist casually, and her vigilance has been getting worse and worse recently, and she didn't even know that there was another person next to her.

Situ Moran defused Mu's attack with a single return. The broad hand clenched the delicate fist that had just flown towards him. looked at Mu Qianqing in front of him with a smile. "You girl is really irritable, she will do it as soon as you meet. ”

"Mo Ran?"

"Remember my name so quickly, I thought I forgot about me after I didn't see you in an afternoon?" Situ Moran cleared his lips, and the corners of his mouth showed a beautiful arc.

Mu poured his eyes on the man in front of him intently, and said word by word, "I don't know if I should call you His Royal Highness King Yu?" It is said that His Royal Highness King Yu has rarely appeared in front of the world since he was ten years old when he practiced martial arts. Even the closest nurse was strangled to death by her own hands, and her personality was uncertain. I hate women's touches the most. I wonder if you're Your Highness?"

She has a very good memory, and after hearing this name, she had some doubts, and when she came back, she confirmed Situ Moran's approximate appearance with her sister, which made her doubts clearer.

Mu poured her clear and clear eyes staring at the big palm that clenched her hand for a moment, waiting carelessly to see its angry expression.

Situ Moran's deep black eyes shone brightly, and his originally lazy and casual demeanor became cold and sharp, unfathomable, and extremely cold. stared at the woman in front of him without squinting.

At this moment, he was not as careless as he was in the afternoon, but he was watching seriously, with an inquiring, cautious, and serious meaning.

The two of them were at a stalemate, and the atmosphere was at its lowest point, as if they were approaching an ice cellar.

He has never been a soft-hearted man, and he has a creed in the face of his enemies, and he who stands in my way will die. And the Mu Qingqing in front of him is still as light as water under his bloodthirsty gaze, calm and calm.

He smiled, and laughed wildly. The cold room had become eerie. His smile was arrogant, free and easy, without any fear, with a kind of domineering domineering who defied a qiē.

His slender hand held her soft little hand tightly, and said with a light smile, "Girl, you are not afraid of me." Anyone in the world can be afraid of me, but you won't. ”

Mu wanted to withdraw his hand, but Situ Moran did clench it tighter and tighter, afraid that she would run away Yes.

She had to admit that the man in front of her made her heart throb a little regardless of his appearance and momentum, she didn't want it, she didn't want feelings at all in this life.

"What the hell do you want? I can't give you anything. Mu was helpless.

"I don't need anything but you. Situ Moran looked at Mu Qianqing in front of him very seriously.

His words struck Mu Qianqing's heart, and suddenly the scenes of his previous life swirled in Mu Qianqing's mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a wry smile. "What do you want from me?**? whatever you want, I can't beat you anyway, and I won't do any senseless resistance. I'm sorry if I have a heart, it's broken and there is no slag left. ”

Situ Moran looked at the indifferent face just now, but now his face was full of self-deprecation and bitter affection, he didn't know how to appease, this fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl had long lost the immaturity she should have, what kind of experience did she go through to make her what she is today, he didn't dare to think.

The hand that had been stretched out to soothe it froze in mid-air, knowing full well that her pride needed respect, not pity.

Situ Moran leaned down, and the hot breath sprayed on her delicate little face. There are some gentle phoenix eyes, with a hint of confusion, glowing with enchanting light, gorgeous and charming.

"You ......" Before he could finish speaking, he was gagged by a gentle lip flap.

"Hmm......" The heat and softness rolled on his lips, making Mu Tingqing's head dizzy and his brain blank.

The slow kiss is not satisfied with the playful tongue on the lips, wants to open the teeth and occupy the inside, and wants to enjoy the sweetness of the honey.

Mu resisted and wanted to push the man in front of him away. The more he resisted the man, the tighter he confined the restless woman beneath him. As if to soothe and melt this overly calm and strong woman with a kiss.

Feverish kisses, overwhelming, domineering, strong, and gentle.

Mu was lost in the domineering and gentle kiss, she was a human being in two lives, and she was like a little white flower in this regard, not reserved, but not timeless. Every day is in a tense state of assassination and killing, how can I have time to talk to me, at most, I kiss my lips.

The beauty in her arms has long been blurred, soft, and when she felt the strange changes in her lower body, Situ Moran didn't dare to covet the infatuated sweetness anymore.

He just wanted to appease and soften the people under him, and he didn't want to take advantage of the danger of others and push her farther and farther.

lost that frenzied and restless feeling, so that Mu Qingqing in the confusion quickly came back to his senses. The cold eyes filled his eyes again.

Quickly slid to the dagger in his hand, and quickly hit Situ Moran's neck. A hint of crimson spread down the dagger.

Somewhere in the dark, a bow and crossbow were quickly aimed at Mu Qianqing's head, and with a wave of Situ Moran's jade hand, the anger factor that had just now quickly calmed down

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