Otherwise he would have killed her.

But Samuel was reluctant in the end, he thought that if he was the king and she was a slave, if he saw her again in such a way, she would not be so arrogant.

Is there room for herself in her eyes?

He had thought of countless ways to torture her, and there were so many things in the Infernal Hell, and all he had learned was cruelty.

But he was reluctant to hurt her.

Even if she was so scheming, cold and beautiful, and her heart was colder than the snow in winter, he didn't want to hurt her with the same way he hurt her.

During his years in Infernal Hell, he had wondered countless times that if she had been the one who had moved his heart back then, would it be all different?

Samuel never explored what such an outcome would be.

He has always cared about others.

When he hadn't liked anyone before, he didn't care.

Later, he fell in love with this woman, and he floated in hell, hating her more and more year by year, until he finally went crazy.

Want to see her......

See her......

See her......

He really thought he was going to drag her into hell with him.

But when I was close at hand, I saw the quiet and beautiful face of this deceitful woman again, and there was only sourness left in my chest.

Looking at the man's slender waist, there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

The big hand took the dagger from his waist, and the endless karmic fire burned the dagger to slag, and a magic spell took away the ashes.

Outside the window, drifting away with the wind.

There is a voice in the bottom of my heart that says: Look, you don't want to hurt her, you remember that she loves to be clean, but she has always been on guard against you.

How much you love her, how much she hates you.

The bony hand rested on the white neck, watching this woman so lax, as long as he pinched it gently, she would die.

She could no longer resist him.

I can't fool him.

But he could never see her glance and smile again.

The young dragon's eyes were red, and his hands tightened inch by inch, as if he was suppressing.

Finally, he pinched the woman's limp waist.

It hurts so she can remember.

But he put a spell on her to fall asleep again.

Tan Sang woke up hungry the next morning, and when he woke up, he found that his waist hurt terribly, and Dai's eyebrows wrinkled.

She didn't sleep well at all last night.

She felt like she was either being kissed on the earlobe and grinding beside her again and again, or a big hand was groping her body.

But I can't wake up?!

What's even more oolong is ......

Tan Sang had a dream yesterday in which she was tied to the bed defenseless, the chains on her wrists jingled, and the dark room was filled with white mist.

Someone sat in the corner of the sofa and watched her turn her head coldly, and then he came over and leaned over to Tan Sang, and he asked her, "Aren't you very arrogant?" Then I'll break your arrogance! ”

Looking at the familiar furnishings there, Tan Sang knew that it was the room she was living in now.

It's just that the big bed in the dream was replaced by a black one, and the red rose petals she saw during the day were sprinkled on the bed and on her body.

The fabric underneath her body was cold to the touch, and the man's methods were rude, and she was in great pain.

It's not a good memory.

Tan Sang pursed his lips and touched the dagger that Keberi had given him from the hard fortress on his waist.

Saying that she has little magic left now, it may be useful to have a knife.

He also said that if Samuel dared to touch a finger of him, he would stab him with a knife.

That look almost said that even if it's my idol, you can't bully my sister Sangsang.

Tan Sang knew Ke Beiri's intentions, so he naturally brought this knife.

But when she touched her waist and there was nothing, it was empty, and there was a trace of worry on her face.

I always feel like I'm going to be cold.