Chapter 788: Let's Let the Storm Come More Violently!
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Murong squinted his charming eyes, looked at the young man in front of him, and sighed helplessly.
Although she is a woman and does not know what brotherly love is, she can imagine what it is like for her loved ones to die in her arms
"Actually, I also told myself, if you endure it for a few more years, you will be qualified to fight with them, and if you endure it for a few decades, you will be qualified to fight with the family behind them."
Wang Yue's tone of voice was very flat, so that it was a little scary.
"I know very well that if I am patient, I will win without a trace of risk, but I am afraid that after so many years, the hatred in my bones has long been erased by time and all kinds of concerns."
"Now I have nothing, only a slim chance of winning, but it is precisely because of this kind of nothingness that I dare to fight with it without worry."
Murong smiled affectionately and said, "I dare to bet, but if I lose completely, will you support me?" β
Wang Yue said affirmatively: "I'll raise it!" β
Murong stretched out his white and tender hand, pulled Wang Yue's face fiercely, and said with a smile: "In order to achieve their goals, men always like to coax women like this. β
Wang Yue wanted to say that he didn't lie to her, and if she really lost nothing, he would really support her.
But before Wang Yue could speak, Murong's fingers on his face slowly turned into a gentle stroke, and a pair of beautiful eyes were as gentle as water.
Murong showed a touch of sadness on his affectionate face, and said lightly: "Although I know that you are lying to me, I like this feeling that you are lying to me, and I believe that those stupid women who have been deceived also like this feeling, so they will be deceived." β
Wang Yue grabbed Murong's milky white hand, and said seriously and seriously: "If my victory is obtained by coaxing a woman, I don't want that kind of victory!" β
Murong was still a little inexplicably sad a moment ago, but after hearing Wang Yue's words, he joked with a smile: "I found that what I lost to you is not just my body, what should I do?" β
"Cold salad!" Wang Yue handed Murong the first big hygienic eye, and this demonic woman was uncomfortable if he didn't tease him for a moment.
Murong poured out her affection and didn't mean to pull her little hand out of Wang Yue, as she said, her whole person belonged to Wang Yue, she naturally didn't mind this, blinked an eye, and asked Wang Yue: "Tell me where did your trump card come from?" β
Wang Yue also seemed to have forgotten about holding Murong's affectionate little hand, and said with some pride and pride: "A girl who occupies half of my heart left me." β
Murong looked at the rich love in Wang Yue's eyes, wrinkled his delicate nose like a jealous little girl, dragged Wang Yue's arm, opened his vermilion lip, and bit it hard.
Wang Yue, who was a little distracted because he thought of Xue Bing, was soon awakened by the pain in his arm.
The eyes with a look of pain hurriedly looked at the painful position, only to see Murong pouring his delicate red lips open, biting his arm unceremoniously.
As time went by, Murong not only did not have the slightest intention of relaxing, but also exerted more and more force, so painful that Wang Yue had several convulsions, and this woman probably didn't have any strength left.
After a long while, Murong let go of his lips and let Wang Yue's arm break away from the restraint of his teeth and bite tightly.
Murong's lips are extraordinarily bright red, but this bright red is very unevenly distributed, and it is very three-dimensional like a drop of water, directly giving people a poppy-like fatal temptation.
Wang Yue, who faintly came to some conclusions, immediately looked down at his arm, and sure enough, he had two rows of neat and clear teeth on his arm, which was oozing blood.
Murong opened and closed her blood-soaked lips slightly, this lip alone was enough to bring disaster to the country and the people, she made an innocent appearance, and asked innocently, "Will there be a scar?" β
"Definitely!" Wang Yue was a little angry, although he didn't affect the appearance of the scar, but he didn't want his arm to be bitten for no reason, resulting in an indelible scar.
If it weren't for Wang Yue's troubles that she couldn't provoke this banshee, she really wanted to pull her pretty face fiercely, you were worried about leaving a scar, so why did you still bite and play with me?
Murong quickly gave Wang Yue an answer, and said with a little excitement: "Perfect! β
Wang Yue was very cute and pointed to the tooth marks that were spilling blood with his fingers, his smile was so thick that he couldn't be rich, and asked innocently: "Big sister, what you mean by perfection doesn't mean the scar on my arm, right?" β
Wang Yue's big sister voice obviously made Murong pour in love very much, pursed his lips and smiled: "It must be, big sister, I can bite out the tooth marks that left scars the first time I move my mouth, isn't this a perfect thing?" β
Rely on it, rely on it, rely on it!
Wang Yue is about to be furious, the snake spirit is sick, and it is perfect, it is obviously cruel, okay?
Murong winked at Wang Yue affectionately and said, "Don't leave a trace in your heart, leave a tooth mark on your arm, isn't it too much?" β
Wang Yue rolled his eyes and said, "I've watched more TV series." β
"Yikes!" Murong Tian screamed, and then said: "The idol drama I chased has been updated in time, thank you for reminding me!" β
Murong hurriedly ran to the sofa, coiled up two ** that looked a little unspoken, blinked his slender and slightly curved eyelashes, and looked at the super-large LCD flat-screen TV seriously.
Wang Yue was embarrassed, she said that she had watched too many TV series one second, and turned on the TV to chase dramas the next second, do you want to be so cooperative?
Wang Yue looked at Murong's perfect affection, from now on, she will owe him a great favor, which is estimated to be difficult to pay off in this life.
Wang Yue knew that it was not he who persuaded Murong to love with eloquence, nor did he use chips to conquer Murong love, the role played between the two was almost negligible, and Murong was on his side from the beginning.
Wang Yue couldn't understand this woman very much, just because of a game, he gave her his whole body without hesitation, and now he is willing to accompany him to gamble, such a woman is estimated to be very difficult to find in the whole world.
Wang Yue let out a long sigh, let's repay it slowly in the future, the top priority now is that he already has the qualifications to show his sword to Jiang Zhishui, and next, it depends on whose sword is sharper.
Wang Yue glanced out the window, looked at the gloomy sky, and felt the atmosphere of the coming storm, so let the storm come more violently.