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Standing in the center of Danseong, it is the tallest building that exudes the breath of a king.

The Royal Peak Hotel is surrounded by this brightly lit city.

The spotlights at the top of the hotel go vertically, almost illuminating the sky, which is completely worthy of the four words of the star of Dancheng.

In all the young and inactive little girls, they would rather squeeze their heads and lose three layers of 'animal girl mo' want to step into the emperor peak and be a young lady.

There is a person who is struggling for this membrane, hysterical, and outlaws generally wander in this golden temple.

Eleventh floor, in a dimly lit hallway.

The young waiter, who was pushing a dining cart and retiring from a suite, suddenly heard a muffled noise at the end of the hallway.

As soon as he turned his head, the whole person was scared stupid.

At the end of the hallway, a hazy halo shrouded a woman in a white dress.

Her head drooped over her head, holding on to the elevator door, her body swaying.

Some of the red liquid slowly dripping from his hands rubbed against the pure white skirt.

The appearance is not only weird, but completely terrifying.

To see if it's red wine, blood, or an unknown liquid.

The waiter not far from her first swallowed his saliva, then slowly walked towards her, whispering tentatively: "That...... Small, Miss...... You ......"

Boom!

The woman went crazy and slammed the elevator door.

The heavy muffled sound almost made this newcomer, who had been on work for less than three days, kneel and pee on the spot.

Bite...... The elevator door opened, and the woman went limp on her knees and fell into it.

Yes, the moment the elevator door opened, the body slowly got into the elevator like Sadako getting out of the TV.

The waiter walked over slowly, squatted at the elevator door and touched the red liquid on the ground.

"Blood...... It's blood...... I...... "Faint ......" before the words fell, his eyes rolled and he couldn't stand up.

In the elevator, Shen Dunian was lying on the ground, and the blood on the white dress was like a dazzling rose blooming.

She didn't feel the pain in her hands, legs, or head at all, only a fire that was running around her body, and it was about to ignite her and burn it all.

A strong emptiness and paralysis swept through the body, and the body was like a swimming fish roasting back and forth on a chopping board at the moment.

She couldn't remember which floor the elevator had stopped, or how embarrassed she had climbed out.

I only remember that she saw a man with a cold light all over his body.

He stood there, as if thousands of beams of light were gathered in one, standing in the clouds and stepping on Qinghui, his handsome face blurred and his aura shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Help me......" Shen Wannian's black hair was wet with beads of sweat, and she struggled to get up and threw herself headlong towards the man.

Hiss...... All around was the sound of gasps.

The man stood there, like an uncrowned king, covered with mountains and rivers, and the cold moon was discolored.

The chill emanating from him seemed to carry substance, and the ice pierced through everything.

It seems that in the next second, there will be a terrifying scene of blood splattering four times.

After all, no female creature has dared to pounce on him, and basically before he pounces, he ...... Pawn.

However, Shen Dunian did not die on the spot, she felt a sudden weightlessness under her feet.

Immediately, the body that was about to boil, after a short period of air, suddenly fell into the cold water.

Crash...... Water splashes.

There was a hazy mist in front of her, and the figure was looking down at the ant condescendingly, looking down at her.

Shen Dunian's white dress was soaked, faintly revealing the infinite scenery on his chest, the blood stains on his shoulders were washed away, and two scars were exposed.

She lowered her head and let her black hair hang down to the side of her face, and her heavy breath drowned out.

"Bai Shuliang, the drama is too much, it makes people more than tired. An indifferent voice sounded above her head, lingering and lingering, like an urging from hell.

White Book Cool ......

"White ...... White...... What cool. Shen Dunian grabbed the wall of the bath tightly with both hands and shook his head vigorously, trying to hear what the man in front of him was saying.

However, her current sanity can't be raised except for the desire and emptiness in her body that is about to torture her crazy.

The room was filled with fragrance, and within a moment, the last of her sanity was also overwhelmed.

Hot......

Even the flesh and skin are going to be incinerated by this hot stream, I think...... Liberated......

"If you want to climb up to Longluan with something like this, you are so lost that you even forgot your name?" the man scoffed.

"It's so hot......" Shen Dunian tore the only thing left on his body hard, and there were still remnants of blood in his trembling fingertips.

"Want?" The man in front of her pinched her chin and lifted it, forcing her to look at him.

Shen Dunian vaguely saw only a pair of cold eyes as deep as Bitan, and his cold fingertips counted all the lust in her body.

Shen Dunian reached out and grabbed the man's collar indiscriminately, and her delicate lips suddenly came up.

Cold, soft, and without any kissing skills, he only used his wet arms to wrap around the neck in front of him, and rubbed his lips on his thin lips.

This stimulation of domineering male hormones made her unbearable.

"Help me...... Or...... Kill me......" Her dark eyes, teary eyes, a tear mole under the corner of her eye shone frequently in the light, her tone was pitiful and stubborn, and she held him tightly.

The man paused slightly, his back stiffened, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he stared at the hungry and thirsty woman at the moment, and his cold eyes lost color little by little.

How can you think that she is like that woman, is ...... It's because of this tear mole.

Organs, which had never been affected by any female, were ignited by this clumsy kiss and the slightest delusion of familiarity.

Impulsive, just for a moment.

With a wave of his long arm, he scooped up the wet Shen Dunian from the bath and slammed it against the wall beside him.

The anti-guest dominated, dragging her head, and the red tongue poked into her thin lips without the slightest pity.

Domineering, ferocious, with an unexplained anger.

He knew very well that this was all a bitter love scene deliberately made by this woman, wanting to make him feel pity, but he couldn't suppress this little bit of more and more fierce desire.

The air that Shen Dunian breathed was deprived little by little, he was top-heavy, he didn't know anything, and his reason was completely lost.

She only knew the person in front of her, the breath on his body, his kiss, his proximity, his fit, was her salvation.

Thorn ......

The white dress on her body was torn by a pair of bony hands and scattered all over the ground.

The whole room was hot, and the fragrance of vagueness became heavier, lingering, provoking the two people who kissed deeply, making the smellers slowly lose their minds.

Only the arrogance, unbridled indulgence in the bottom of my heart.

"Hmm......" Shen Dui Nianjue's arm felt a tingling pain, and he leaned back on his smooth neck and groaned, low and pleasant, like a wounded beast letting out a mournful howl.

His thin lips withdrew from her, and he glanced down at the not shallow scar on her arm, and sneered coldly: "Since you have the idea of looking for death, are you still afraid of pain, Bai Shuliang." ”