It's over again.

It's already sweating down.

The clothes on the two of them were crumpled and even a little wet.

Fenghua and Ning Jiuque finally separated.

Her cheeks were red and bright, like inky green silk wet and hot sticky on her sideburns, leaning on the wall of the dungeon, supporting her body, so as not to fall to the ground due to the soreness of her legs.

It was also because of the posture of the battle that some unspeakable filth slipped down.

Fortunately, there are layers of palace skirts to cover the scenery.

After relieving the peak of that burst of extreme pleasure, Ning Jiuque still had a touch of strong desire, and his boundless eyebrows sank down little by little.

Again, swept up the anger.

As first seen.

"Yan Qiyu, this underground palace is very wonderful, and it is used as a place for you to bury your bones, okay?"

The man in the silver-purple robe was gorgeous, his beautiful phoenix eyes were extremely cold, and the bottom of his eyes was as bright as a cloud of ink jade, and when he looked at the woman who was holding the wall with red lips and spouting lightly, he no longer had the gentleness that he inadvertently revealed when he lingered not long ago.

Beautiful, ruthless, cruel, ruthless.

This is the real 9,000 years old.

And just ......

It's just a moment, confused.

Ning Jiuque admitted that she brought him a certain amount of physical pleasure.

And Princess Yong, who has been married to the emperor's fourth son Long Jue for three years, is still a virgin, and she gave it to him tonight, without a trace of ups and downs in her heart.

That's probably all a lie.

But she also discovered his secrets that he hid, that he could not see the light, or at least that he could never see the light.

So—

Only, kill.

As for the little complicated emotions in his heart, he directly ignored the past.

Yan Qiyu must die.

It's better to die in this underground palace, no one will find out, and it will save him a lot of trouble.

After all, Yan Qiyu's identity ......

is not only the princess Yong who has been on the royal jade plate, but also the most beloved concubine of the king of Zhenbei, the lord of Qionghua.

Ning Jiu lacked extreme reason.

There is no moment in the mind tonight that is clearer than it is now.

The silver-purple robe was a gorgeous man, with long eyelashes as thick as crow feathers hanging slightly, and his faint gaze fell on the slender fingers that were more flawless and transparent than white jade, as if he was appreciating.

- He doesn't need any magic weapons to kill, just these two hands are enough.

"Yan Qiyu, if you have any last wishes, you can talk to this seat."

There was a pause.

Ning Jiuque pursed his lower lip and continued, "This seat will ...... Try to satisfy you. ”

“……”

Really...... It's ruthless to pull a dick.

Fenghua sneered slightly in his heart.

Actually, I wasn't very angry.

On the contrary, it gave birth to a strong desire to conquer.

That's fun, isn't it?

Fenghua's palms are a little sweaty and sticky.

Continuous fierce love, the legs are sore and sore.

However, she stood up straight.

The green and thin white fingers smoothed out the folds on the hem of the layers of exquisite purple palace dresses.

The two white and slender legs were hidden in the palace clothes, but Ning Jiuque clearly remembered the wonderful taste when they were entangled and coiled around his waist.

Ning Jiu's throat rolled.

Fenghua raised his eyes, the beautiful eyes of the mist bewitching flashed with an extremely cold rippling water, and the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, slanting over.

The delicate lip flap of crystal high blood is lightly opened.

The voice is gorgeous, and you ask.

"Chitose wants to kill me?"

Ning Jiuque pursed his lips and did not speak.

She actually nodded and said:

"Yes."