Wu Yu looked at his distorted handsome face, with a hint of fear, should he not be so heavy-mouthed, and the binding play should not be too emotional.

Adhering to the principle that long-term pain is better than short-term pain, Wu Yu provoked: "You shouldn't be wilted." ”

The third prince Yan's face suddenly became not very good.

Wu Yu twisted his body, feeling this hot thing, and said with doubts: "No, the little guy is quite energetic, shouldn't it be useful." ”

The third prince Yan's face became worse and worse, and said, "Shut up." ”

Wu Yu realized that she was gone on the road of the man, she was flirting with the man, hallelujah, hallelujah, singing about our country, if it wasn't for the wrong posture now, she really wanted to give herself thirty-two likes.

The palace maid outside the door said: "Prince, we brought the people." ”

The third prince of Yan said: "Put it in." ”

The palace door opened, Wu Yu turned his head and looked over, this cold little beauty became more and more familiar the more she looked at it, well, isn't this the second child of her family, who has changed to the female dignity of the patriarchal country, and instantly feels a lot cuter.

In the third prince of Yan tearing his clothes, Wu Yu knew that it was not a heavy mouth just now, isn't this the next must-have stalk in the more than 800 abuse texts that Wu Yu has read! One of the male and female protagonists must have a mother who is snapped in front of him, which has caused a shadow in his heart.

Wu Yu cast a pitiful look, not expecting that she was the most pitiful one.

Soon she was naked, and the third prince of Yan licked her like a strip erha, and she seized the opportunity to ask: "Are you, are you a dog, how do you lick it." ”

The third prince of Yan was shouting: "Shut up." ”

Wu Yu shut up honestly, she was glad that her brain changed quickly, otherwise it would be exposed that she knew who the third prince of Yan was, and sometimes it was not a good thing that words were faster than brains.

The third prince of Yan instructed the second child to come over: "You lick her." ”

He himself has already begun to do something with love, the second child looked at his mother emperor with low eyebrows, probably she has never seen her mother like this in her more than ten years of life, after all, she is still a child, Wu Yu looked at herself in her pupils, with bright colors, bewitching and debauched, and it is rare to have a charming face in her neutral face.

Wu Yu raised his head to look at her, and said three words: "Don't be sad." ”

The third prince of Yan just glanced up at the second child, but did not force it.

Two hours later, Wu Yu's back hurt and her legs cramped, and a certain man pulled out ** and left ruthlessly, leaving her bruised in vain, and the second child still maintained that posture.

She didn't care about the dirt on her body and held her in her arms, the second child was surrounded by a ringing sound when she moved, she touched the second child's green silk and comforted: "It's nothing, what does it matter." How much we can live, today's shame will be repaid one day. ”

The second child doesn't speak.

She pushed away and looked at the second child's eyes, pure black, without light, as if she had taken away all her faith, leaving behind a walking corpse.

Wu Yu had no choice but to sigh, if she had known that she would not have brought her second child here today, but it was difficult to buy in the world, she had to hug her tightly, in the end she was too self-righteous.

The suffering was not over, the third prince of Yan often stripped her naked, put a collar around her neck, and dragged her to crawl throughout the East Palace, pointing and pointing everywhere she went; or hang her on the roof tiles and hold her down; Or press her against her desk and snap it.

There are so many things to mention, Wu Yu only feels that the more than 800 postures in his mind are about to run out, and sure enough, there is no heaviest mouth in life, only heavier mouths, Wu Yu's only good fortune is that the third prince of Yan seems to have a habit of cleanliness, no matter what he does, he will not let anyone or anything other than touch her, this thing refers to animals, after all, props are just for him to entertain.

Every time I do it, the second child must be by my side, for three years, the second child seems to have become a marionette, one command and one action, and the height continues to grow, but the soul was lost in the summer of three years ago.

Wu Yu was lying under the elm tree in a thin veil, elm money was flying all over the sky, one of her feet was slightly bent, revealing a snow-white calf and delicate feet, she caressed her stomach with one hand, and caressed the head of the second child who rested quietly on her body with the other hand, and her heart was extremely calm.

The third prince of Yan walked over in a well-dressed manner, half-knelt down to listen to the voice in her stomach, half-sounded, and showed a smile: "I am pleased with you." ”

Wu Yu had a light smile on his face, and it was because of his shallowness that no one doubted the authenticity of this smile.

"Me too," she said. ”

When she spoke, the smile on her face was soft, like a mother looking forward to the birth of her child.

The third prince of Yan hugged her waist and muttered, "That's good, that's good." ”

Wu Yu just smiled slightly, not saying or moving, just like a delicate dummy, she would not be moved and pity for the fragility he revealed, the humiliation at the beginning to the later warmth, just like a murderer who wanted her to get Stockholm syndrome, for the heroine who had studied "Criminal Psychology" and some professional books, it is not surprising that she has this kind of thought.

It's a pity that he never believed that anyone could keep himself in this situation, because a tough person is soft on the inside, but Wu Yu is a person who is soft on the outside and the inside.

The third prince of Yan said: "When you give birth to a child, we will go back to Fengwu Kingdom in a while." ”

"Okay." Wu Yu would not refuse, as docile as he wanted.

The elm money floated down, the green mixed with the yellowish leaves drifted away with the wind, and the three people under the tree were all first-class beauties, looking at it was really a picture of a fairy couple.

If there is a clock that can turn back time, then turn the hour hand back a little, and you can see the third prince of Yan an hour ago.

At that time, he was in the Phixiang Palace, and standing in front of him was Murong Zhu, his father, the most powerful person in this Yan country, and the third husband of the heroine a few years after the world did not change.

Murong Zhao is very young, because he gave birth to children relatively early, and because of the good genes passed down by Murong's family, he does not look old.

He asked, "You can pretend not to know about the ridiculous thing you did in the palace after you captured that sacrificial feast, but it was just the plan." ”

The third prince of Yan is very respectful, at least on the surface, as for the reality, who cares so much.

The third prince of Yan said: "It's almost successful, just wait for her to give birth to a child." ”

"That's good." He waved it, and suddenly smiled, "I believe in you, but don't let me do anything that shouldn't be." ”

The author is about to cry: Anyway, these two chapters are high-energy warnings, and the key points are too much, but it's really not much to write, ahhhhh