The man in the black mask clamped the chin of Fu Ni Dress, and his laughter was indescribably weird: "Fu Ni Dress, what do you know?" Do you know what the Demon Cult is and what is the right path? I tell you, don't think that there is no separation between good and evil, and don't think that Qingmen Yin can be a clean and decent family. Because these are all wishful thinking. Remember, you hurt them. ”

Fu Nishang's heart was disintegrating little by little, but it was a pity that she had no way to refute the black-faced gentleman, because it was indeed she who broke their quiet life.

The man in the black mask continued, "Do you want to know why I always know where you are, Breeze? Or why can't you escape the palm of my hand? ”

The fingers of the man in the black mask gradually went down the chin of Fu Ni Shang, and his fingers gently rubbed over Fu Ni Xiang's neck, rubbing them repeatedly.

Fu Nishang didn't speak, but there was confusion in her eyes.

The little thumb of the man in the black mask stroked the right wrist of Fu Ni Shang, and his lips curled slightly and said, "It's a pity that I will never sue you." ”

Fu Nishang sat by the window, looking out the gloom.

She had maintained this action for a long time, and everything in front of her was dark. Sanssouci Palace is like a dark being, without the breath of a living person, nor a little vitality, but only with the gloom and horror of a dense fog that cannot be uncovered.

The man in the black mask stood silently behind Fu Ni Dress, gently combing Fu Ni Dress's hair with a comb, and behind Fu Ni Dress, there was an indissoluble tenderness in his eyes.

It's a pity that this tenderness is not expressed in any words, he is still in a cold tone, and said with a playful meaning: "I have released the ancient clothes, and I promise not to trouble him." Naturally, you have to make sure you promise to stay here. ”

Fu Nishang didn't speak. She was still staring out the window.

The man in the black mask said, "It's a pity that I never believe in people. You drank the bowl of medicine. I will be more confident and promise that I will not talk about the little doll in ancient clothes to be tied back. ”

There was finally a twitch on her face, and she held the bowl in her hand, the bowl of medicine had a pungent smell and a green disgusting color. She drank it without hesitation, this is a catastrophe, a catastrophe that cannot be escaped. In this case, it is better to face it calmly.

The man in the black mask leaned his head on Fu Nishang's shoulder, his fingers gently wiped the medicine residue from Fu Nishang's mouth, and said: "This is the poison that we have no worries to teach, you drank it so without hesitation for the sake of that little doll in ancient clothes, I am really a little jealous." ”

The expressionless face of the breeze completely stimulated the man in the black mask, and the corners of his mouth gradually changed from an arc to a straight line, and he slowly straightened up.

Fu Nishang's cheeks were crimson at this time, and it was as if there were thousands of insects crawling through her heart.

"Do you feel that your body is very hot and horny? Our worry-free teaching is naturally worthy of its name. After the man in the black mask finished speaking, he picked up the dress and threw it on the bed, his movements were indescribably rude and savage. And Fu Nishang has seen the savagery of the man in the black mask. On the bed, the man in the black mask is a beast entirely, a beast that does not know how to be satisfied.

Worry-free san is the top acacia medicine of the worry-free sect, and the word "top" is naturally justified in things. The man in the black mask said it wrong, or he deliberately said it wrong, worry-free san is not a poison, it is not a poison, and naturally there is no cure. The top part of it is that if a person is carefree, as long as she is given a soul in the effect of the medicine, then she will fall in love with that person. What the man in the black mask covets is to make her fall in love with him