92. If you want to kill, you can kill whatever you want
"What are you going to do?" The man asked again.
"What's your name?"
“……”
"Miss Ben is asking you again. What is your name? Feng Jiutian asked again.
"Cold."
"It's a good name, but it's cold."
“……”
The next moment, before he was about to commit suicide, Feng Jiutian lifted his chin, ripped open his thin lips, and picked out his teeth.
"You ......" The man in black was restrained by her, unable to make any sound at all, and let her move.
After searching in his mouth, he took out the black pill hidden behind his tongue, and then put him down.
He glanced at the medicine in his palm with interest, and said charmingly, "I'm still quite interested in medicine." ”
The man in black looked at her in astonishment, and panicked inexplicably, who was this woman, moving so fast.
He wanted to commit suicide, but she was rescued first, what was her intention in leaving him?
Feng Jiu Tianmei glanced at him with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll let you know the Tao later." ”
"Xuan Ming, stripped his clothes."
The man in black's eyes widened, and he wanted to move in a panic, but found that his body couldn't move.
"Nine days, it's not good." Asking him to take off a man's clothes is naturally a little embarrassing.
"Take it off." Feng Jiutian said it again categorically.
The poor man in black was stripped naked in a few moments and lay naked on the ground.
When Xuan Ming's hand reached the man's pants, he asked Feng Jiutian again.
"Do you want to continue?" His face was embarrassed, and he didn't dare to look back at the embarrassed coldness.
"If you want to kill or kill you, the manly husband will be insulted, kill me." His blade-like cold eyes were deadly silent, and he couldn't struggle, he couldn't even bite his lips.
The gaze was resentful like a sword, and the monstrous humiliation was like a thick magma rolling in.
Endless humiliation, this is endless humiliation, more embarrassing than killing him.
"It's too cheap to kill you, take off." It's just a word, and his eyes linger on his toned upper body, there is no lust, only pure appreciation.
A slender neck, a sexy collarbone, a strong eight-pack abs, and under the left chest, the sinuous scar is like a black hideous worm across two avenues.
It can be seen that at that time, the sword cut into the skin very deeply, and it was too late to treat it in time, or the technique of this era could not be cured.
Staring at the place, her gaze gradually became hot, and she crouched down and couldn't help but touch the deep wound.
"Hmm...... Hmm" Leng Xuan didn't dare to look at Feng Jiutian, and a low, irrepressible voice poured out of his mouth.
His cold eyes became chaotic, and his lips trembled. "You...... What are you doing? ”
Feng Jiutian didn't answer, his fingertips touched the wound lightly, like a butterfly, enchanting.
Immersed in that atmosphere, I couldn't help myself. The abdominal muscles on the little hand twisted fiercely.
"Ah......" The irrepressible pain came from the limbs, the pain, this pain, deeper than the pain of the skin, came quickly, and it broke out at once, he couldn't bear it at all.
His smooth forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and his black hair was messy.
A black stream of air emerged from her small hand, gradually blackening her honey-colored skin.