The closed door was quickly opened and closed by a gust of wind.

Unlike before, there was an extra man in the room.

This man is wearing a white gold robe, a face as evil and cold as a ghostly carving, his dark and deep ice eyes like ink are shining with a faint cold light, and his sharp gaze like a goshawk penetrates how it is obstructed, as if he is about to penetrate Mu Confession.

The face is gloomy, arrogant, cold and domineering, and the innate domineering is shocking.

The man's palm wind brought in countless peach blossom petals, which swirled down from mid-air, as if a god had descended.

Mu looked at Situ Moran with cold eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow sneer: "Lord Yu really likes to break into the boudoir at night when the moon hangs high in the sky——?!

Who knew that before Mu poured out his words, Situ Moran's figure flashed, and in a flash of lightning, he had already come to her.

He just stared at Mu Qianqing, and carefully looked at her over and over again countless times in his deep dark eyes.

Mu looked back with a lonely and cold gaze, and she didn't want to understand the deep overflow of longing and worry in her beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, his deep black ice eyes were cold to the bone, like a 10,000-year-old cold pool that could freeze everything, staring at her, and said slightly angrily: "Why do you want to leave? Why do you want to flee from this king?"

Escape?

Mu's sneer deepened slightly.

Who abandoned her in the first place, and how many times did she face the test of life and death, nine deaths?

Mu poured his deep eyes staring at Situ Moran with cold and clear eyes, and there was a throbbing pain in the deepest part of her heart, slow, light but revealing a pain that she couldn't ignore.

She stared at Situ Moran so indifferently, and a light smile appeared on Allure's little face, and she said coldly and indifferently: "Does the prince mean that this girl must wait until the person who killed me sends a more powerful killer?"

The voice was so cold and detached, as if it was the first time I saw it.

At this time, she looked indifferent, like the sunset on the horizon, out of reach.

Situ Moran's deep eyes gradually deepened, his face was gloomy, and the gloomy aura around his body lingered.

Mu was about to widen the distance between the two, when suddenly a large shadow shrouded her.

She subconsciously wanted to dodge.

Before she could avoid it, he was already coldly imprisoned in Situ Moran's arms, and his slender jade hand swept across the beautiful face he had been thinking about day and night, and lingered on her pink lips.

His jade hands were cold to the bone.

Mu began to struggle violently.

Just no matter how she struggled, Situ Moran's arm was like a rock, unable to shake half a point.

Mu poured his affection lightly, looked at him shallowly, and said coldly: "Let go."

Situ Moran's imprisoned arms did not relax in the slightest, but deepened a little, in addition to the cold and deep eyes of the awe-inspiring momentum that was not allowed to resist, there was also the emotion that Mu did not want to understand.

No matter how Mu resisted, he was defeated in the end.

Her pure and beautiful little face revealed a trace of helplessness, she took a deep breath, tried her best to restrain her feelings, her smart and clear eyes stared at Situ Moran coldly, her tone remained indifferent, and she said without waves: "I caused trouble to the prince before, I'm very sorry, I will never do it again!"

She tried her best to restrain her feelings, but her eyes still revealed a fleeting ridicule and self-deprecation.

Promises in the United States can't stand up to reality!

She's so ridiculous! She actually jumped into the whirlpool of emotions again!

No matter how good he was to himself at the beginning, didn't he immediately abandon her when he met two little guesses and childhood sweethearts?

After all, she still expects her feelings, it's really good that the scar forgets the pain, hasn't the previous life been broken?

Situ Moran stared at Mu Qianqing with a gloomy face, seeing her deliberate alienation, his face became even more gloomy, and an invisible anger made him suffocated.

When he saw her uncertain, crying and laughing self-deprecating sadness, his eyes were deep and terrifying, and his lips moved and he didn't say anything after all.

He may have really hurt this girl covered in thorns invisibly, and he didn't want to, and he didn't want to let the little guy who had finally opened his heart to her be closed again.

Situ Moran stared at Mu Qianqing deeply, and his arm strengthened and strengthened the confinement of the cold and alienated little girl in his generous and warm chest.

He hugged it very tightly, and his slender figure trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of losing a unique treasure this time.

Mu was not struggling, but just stared at him coldly, and the corners of his mouth raised a hint of sarcasm.

Situ Moran's dark eyes stared at Mu Qianqing quietly, and her alienation and determination made him angry.

Suddenly, he leaned down and began to kiss her, straining a shallow taste.

The action is wild, domineering, and cannot be refused, as if it must devour and melt the restless little guy in his arms.

A nameless anger swelled in Mu Confession's heart.

When she is what?

She struggled to get away from the lips that had only been sucking.

Situ Moran increased his strength, kissing with anger and punishment, domineering and strong, and could not be refused.

The nimble tongue easily pried open her teeth, and ran rampant in her mouth unscrupulously, recklessly.

The anger in Mu Qianqing's heart could not be attached, she didn't make any resistance, nor did she make any response, her cold, detached, and indifferent beautiful eyes widened, staring at Situ Moran who was still ravaging her mouth for a moment.

Motionless, emotionless, like a puppet.

Situ Moran's deep beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously, staring deeply at Mu Qianqing, who was silently resisting.

In vain, the anger around his body suddenly rose, he would never allow this girl to make such a silent resistance, as if he really had no place in her heart, he didn't want an emotionless, lifeless doll.

Mu poured his eyes wide with cold eyes, not to be outdone, looking back at his violent and cruel eyes under anger.

And he leaned down this time, easily grabbed her pink thin lips, and kissed her fiercely, with more and more force, until he broke her pink lips.

The sweet smell of blood filled the cavity, making the bloodthirsty him even more excited and forgetful.

He raged wildly in her air, as if to leave his indelible mark on the blood-soaked mouth.

Like a king, he is venting his sovereignty and ownership.

His hot breath kept swirling in her mouth, and it never stopped for a moment, until both of them were extremely hypoxic and about to suffocate, and he reluctantly withdrew the domineering, arrogant, and ungrateful kiss.

He still stared at her deeply, and the deep dark eyes showed the emotion at a glance

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