In the dark night, the phantom flickered, a black shadow flickered from far and near, and in the next moment, the person had appeared in front of Feng Jingyun.

Dressed in a brocade black robe, with a wide robe of the same color that is worn openly, with wide sleeves, it is particularly domineering.

The hair is neatly tied up and crowned, and the nobility is revered.

He wears a black-gray black-gray mask on his left cheek, and his right cheek is unusually handsome, and his complexion is fairer than that of ordinary people, and his skin is so white that it is clear.

On one side of the face is a mask, and on the other hand, he is handsome and uncast.

The strange right pupil glowed in the dark night.

A natural cold chill seemed to emanate from him, causing the temperature around him to drop by several degrees.

Seeing half of his face more beautiful than death, there seemed to be a demagogic charm in the evil spirit.

Feng Jingyun couldn't take his eyes off for a moment.

The blood pupils of the evil cold stared at her for a moment, as if they wanted to see her through from the inside out, "Obviously so beautiful, you say, why is your heart so vicious?" ”

The cold male voice with a slight sand seemed very abrupt in the silent night.

As soon as he raised his hand, between his slender index finger and middle finger was the three silver needles she had just launched, and with a slight urge of internal strength, the three silver needles broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Of course, she knew that he was not referring to the silver needles that had struck him, but to the hurtful words she had said in the carriage when she had left the palace. She said let him savor death slowly...... It is said that there is a bad luck that someone died in the carriage, and the king of Qi and the crown prince would be very happy if they knew about his death.

"The long night is not coming, and loneliness is dead. The mother concubine gave the king the name of loneliness to death, do you also want this king to die lonely? He reached out and stroked her face.

The touch under the fingers is so smooth, more delicate than clotted fat.

Glancing at her delicate red lips, he wanted to kiss her fiercely.

Looking at her face, stunning eyebrows, his heart was full, and now he knew how much he hated her!

How ......

Miss her.

"I said that from now on, I will not owe anything to the sect master." She asked, "Didn't your subordinates tell you what I said?" ”

"Hmph." He snorted coldly and stared at her gloomily, "This king will tell you, even if you die, don't try to get rid of the shackles of this king!" ”

She raised her hand to grasp his wrist, the palm of her hand colder than a corpse.

Pull it down.

Force his hand off her face. I hate being touched by him.

The beautiful Dai frowned, "Woman's face, the sect leader has touched enough, don't touch me with your dirty hands." ”

He grabbed her by the waist and pressed her against him, his blood-colored pupils narrowing in displeasure, "You dare to say that this seat is dirty?" ”

She raised her head and raised her lips, "Is there any part of your body that is clean?" ”

Not only was he not angry at her question, but he smiled, his smile was a little pleasant, a little evil, "Feng Jingyun, do you care about this king?" ”

"What nonsense."

"Then how do you ask a man if his body is clean?" He leaned close to her, his breath almost spraying on her face, "You shouldn't be whimsical, a thirty-year-old man is still a chick, right?" ”

She frowned, "Sick." ”

"It's you who is sick." He smiled, "A little ability, which man is not three concubines and four concubines, do you still want a man as long as you can't succeed?" ”

"There are more women than ever before, from the head of the city to the end of the city. Even if another man has only one woman, you can't do it. ”