"Uh......"

Chen Wan's whole body was tense like a whole bamboo stick, and the bones on his neck were overwhelmed and made a crackling sound, which was particularly obvious in this huge hall.

But Jinghe straightened his back, his eyes faintly swept over the arrogant look, and he controlled the loosening of his hands with all his strength, and every time when Chen Wan could finally catch his breath, he forced her back to the edge of the cliff.

Jackals and leopards do not have any compassion for their humble prey, but it is the prey's inability to resist that prompts the hunt, and the lurkers in the woods will release their poison-coated arrows when their fierce teeth and teeth are full and faint.

Before disintegrating the prey, he never rushed to open his mouth, so that the prey was physically and mentally exhausted, and the period from heaven to hell was the torment.

And Jinghe has never been a soft lamb.

He's, a lion trapped in a cage.

"Let you out, and you will try to get away from me by playing those young children?"

Jinghe's eyes were covered with frost, and his other hand went down, lingering on Chen Wan's back, and the delicate lines were painted under the mist of the hot pool.

His eyebrows and eyes were a little gloomy, and he lowered his eyes:

"Really, aren't you afraid of death?"

The night is more cloudy, and the moonlight is flowing tiles, staggered with the mottled and broken shadows of the Golden Court and Jade Pavilion.

Chen Wan's eyes widened, the pair of eyes that were usually charming and arrogant had begun to collapse at this moment, and she struggled but it was useless.

She could even feel her body being crushed inch by inch, and the hand grasped her body, clenching it fiercely, as if drowning in the deep sea, the algae were entangled, the storm was like a storm, and it was caught off guard, wrapped, and suffocated, twisting the jade into crimson.

When he was about to suffocate, Chen Wan caught the glimmer of light that flashed in his mind in a trance, like a dying drowning person grabbing a plank in the vast sea.

"Uh......"

A small sound came from Chen Wan's mouth, and she used the last bit of strength in her body to make a clear sound of the bubbles of the joint capsule breaking:

"Deep ...... Deep...... Reach...... River ......"

The candlelight caressed Jinghe's face, and a trace of confusion swept through his obsidian-like deep eyes, and the sound of the wind feathered the rigid and clear outline, silently reflecting the smoke of the flowing clouds and snow.

He slammed his grip.

Poof.

Finally broke free from the shackles, fortunately Chen Wan was sitting on the jade steps in the pool, she only felt that her lungs finally poured into the clear qi, she spit out the turbid qi in a big gulp, her whole body was soft, and her throat hurt like a pinprick.

Jing He leaned against the jade pillar by the pool, and sat down, ignoring the fact that the geothermal pool water on the ground wet his robe.

The tail of his eyes was dormant with the light sinking in the west, the begonias were full of spring, his eyes were fluttering, the Milky Way was in an uproar, and he waved his sleeves to the miserable white moonlight.

Biting the broken phonetic words of Chen Wan, and pronounced the original meaning clearly-

It's Shen Zhihe.

That was Jinghe's salvation, a name that he could calm down when he heard it every time he was angry, and every time he was angry, the people in the pavilion avoided him, and there was always chaos in the stone room.

But Chen Wan got to the bottom.

Jing He's gaze was sharp, fixed on the face of the person who was coughing desperately in the pool, and the pool wind carried wet water vapor into the tips of his eyebrows, eyes and hair:

"You're smart, but unfortunately, you can't threaten me."

Chen Wan finally breathed back, her face was flushed, her jade-white neck was deeply bruised, she raised her eyes, those eyes were full of bloodshot during the struggle, hoarse, and a burst of pain:

"Slave...... The slave didn't dare, thank the master for not killing. ”

Spring Mountain is emaciated and bleak, and the haze is low.

Jinghe's waist was full of jade pendants, he suddenly chuckled, his eyes were full of irony and ridicule, and the laughter was infiltrating, and the jade burst into a deep voice:

"When Meng Jing was pregnant with Izumo Xi, you sent someone to try to kill him halfway?"

Chen Wan put her hands on her neck, for fear that the person in front of her would strike again, and her words were full of softness: "It's the slave who makes his own opinion, and the slave is wrong." ”

"You want revenge, and that's fine."

Jinghe glanced at Chen Wan, only to hear that the corner of the canopy was like a crack in the sky, the clouds were rolling, and there was a faint trend of heavy rain, his patience was worn out, and he added:

"But you're too stupid, when Meng Jinghuai went out to crusade against your home country, he couldn't take the head of the general by himself, that general of yours—"

Jinghe lengthened the end note, snorted, and watched Chen Wan's expression quite interestingly.

The flickering candlelight fell along the gap to Chen Wan's eyebrow bone, and the light spots jumped and flowed on her facial features, her knuckles contracted inch by inch, until her grip turned white, and the surging hatred burst out instantly:

"He's not going to end well."

The little princess who was wantonly proud on the prairie ended up receiving the head of her fiancé.

Chen Wan's whole body was full of gloom, and even the surrounding air flow froze, and the mist flowed into her craggy bones and skin, only a pair of eyes full of cold light were raised, and the words vented hatred:

"Lord, you said that Meng Jinghuai would die, so I will bring my sister to worship under your door."

Jing and Crow's eyelashes drooped, not much interest in Chen Wan's appearance, he slowly stood up and looked down at the person in the pool:

"My ultimate goal is the same as yours."

"But that sister of yours doesn't seem to listen to you."

He smiled, but it was full of darkness, and the words were as cold as a knife blade and threw them directly into Chen Wan's heart, smashing Chen Wan, who had been torn out of his mind by the past, suddenly sober.

Chen Wan leaned over in the pool, staring at the jade white stone on the ground, her face was respectful, but her eyes were full of resentment, she opened her mouth, and every time she said a word, her throat was extremely painful:

"The slave understands what the master means."

Spring Mountain is emaciated and bleak, and the haze is low.

Jinghe's waist was full of jade pendants, he suddenly chuckled, his eyes were full of irony and ridicule, and the laughter was infiltrating, and the jade burst into a deep voice:

"When Meng Jing was pregnant with Izumo Xi, you sent someone to try to kill him halfway?"

Chen Wan put her hands on her neck, for fear that the person in front of her would strike again, and her words were full of softness: "It's the slave who makes his own opinion, and the slave is wrong." ”

"You want revenge, and that's fine."

Jinghe glanced at Chen Wan, only to hear that the corner of the canopy was like a crack in the sky, the clouds were rolling, and there was a faint trend of heavy rain, his patience was worn out, and he added:

"But you're too stupid, when Meng Jinghuai went out to crusade against your home country, he couldn't take the head of the general by himself, that general of yours—"

Jinghe lengthened the end note, snorted, and watched Chen Wan's expression quite interestingly.

The flickering candlelight fell along the gap to Chen Wan's eyebrow bone, and the light spots jumped and flowed on her facial features, her knuckles contracted inch by inch, until her grip turned white, and the surging hatred burst out instantly:

"He's not going to end well."

The little princess who was wantonly proud on the prairie ended up receiving the head of her fiancé.

Chen Wan's whole body was full of gloom, and even the surrounding air flow froze, and the mist flowed into her craggy bones and skin, only a pair of eyes full of cold light were raised, and the words vented hatred:

"Lord, you said that Meng Jinghuai would die, so I will bring my sister to worship under your door."

Jing and Crow's eyelashes drooped, not much interest in Chen Wan's appearance, he slowly stood up and looked down at the person in the pool:

"My ultimate goal is the same as yours."

"But that sister of yours doesn't seem to listen to you."

He smiled, but it was full of darkness, and the words were as cold as a knife blade and threw them directly into Chen Wan's heart, smashing Chen Wan, who had been torn out of his mind by the past, suddenly sober.

Chen Wan leaned over in the pool, staring at the jade white stone on the ground, her face was respectful, but her eyes were full of resentment, she opened her mouth, and every time she said a word, her throat was extremely painful:

"The slave understands what the master means."