Everyone in the world knows that Jun is not good at doing things, but his wheelchair is made by the world's first technician, and the hidden weapon inside is naturally unique in the world.

Jun Buwu looked at the trembling woman in front of him.

The gold thread in his hand took off his hand, wrapped tightly around the woman's arm, and gradually pulled her in front of him.

Su Musha opened his eyes and looked at Jun Buwu who was close at hand, there was unknown anger on his face, what could he be angry about, what could he be angry about?

The throne and power are all his, the wife and the beautiful family are all in hand, is the world not the king's land?

What are you angry about now in this dilapidated and desolate cold palace?

What are you angry about?

"Brother Wuwu, I beg you to let our Su family go."

Su Musha swallowed the arrogance in his heart, half-lay on the bed, and said pleadingly.

"Impossible."

Jun Buwu's voice seemed to be the devil in hell wreaking havoc in this world, completely overturning Su Musha's pleading.

Jun Buwu's cold eyes and cruel words made Su Musha's pleading turn into a miserable joke in this charming moonlight.

Silence shrouded in this cold palace where few people came.

Anger and despair lingered in Su Musha's heart, and she told her that she couldn't cry, but the tears flowed silently.

Jun Buwu's golden thread wrapped around Su Musha's hands and feet, making her unable to move, like a fish waiting to be killed on a chopping board.

Su Musha was crying, she was thinking about her parents in the prison.

She roared: "Jun Buwu, you even killed me, you kill me!" ”

A heart-rending roar permeated the lonely cold palace.

Jun Buwu looked at Su Musha on the bed with a flat face.

Su Mu's hateful eyes stared at Jun Buwu fiercely.

Jun Buwu gradually tightened the gold wire in his hand, and Su Mu covered it with the closure of the gold wire, getting closer and closer to Jun Buwu, getting closer and closer, and finally there was only a distance left from the tip of his nose.

She looked at this man who ruined the entire Su family with hatred.

However, Jun Buwu's next words once again sent her to the depths of hell: "I still need your blood, you are still useful to me, how can I be willing to kill you." ”

Jun Buwu was laughing, but his smile was like the sharpest sword piercing Su Musha's heart directly, making the most vague expectation in her heart shatter into scum.

Jun Buwu's indifferent eyes turned gentle, and his fingers touched Su Musha's face.

The gentler Jun Buwu is, the more scared Su Musha becomes.

Because such a Jun Buwu is a beast in the dark night, with a bloodthirsty light, biting Su Musha's neck fiercely, and the bloodthirsty Jun Buwu ruthlessly regards Su Musha's blood as nourishment.

Su Musha exclaimed pain in his mouth, but his eyes were numb.

His role in Jun Buwu is just the effect of being drunk blood every night, and at this time, Su Musha can fully hear the sound of Jun Buwu's sharp teeth cutting through his skin, and he can also hear the sound of his own blood flowing from his life.

Life was scattered, blood was flowing, and the weak Su Mu fainted.

Jun Buwu let go of the golden silk that controlled the Su curtain cover, the sharp gold wire left traces on Su Mu Sha's skin, Jun Buwu looked at the Su curtain in front of him.

Her blood is full of seductive attraction for herself.

"You will always be mine, and you will not be able to escape."

Su Musha frowned uneasily.

When Su Musha woke up again, what he saw was Mulan crying like a rabbit in front of the bed.

Mulan saw Su Musha wake up, and was busy holding the worn-out bowl containing the water and feeding it carefully.