Chen Qingyue's eyes widened, looking at the satan-like Shen Xingjue in front of her, she was shivering with cold, and her whole body was panicked and scared to the extreme.

Murong Junxi looked at Shen Xingjue's treatment of Chen Qingyue so brutally, and couldn't help but yell at Shen Xingjue: "You let go, Qingyue, something is coming at me." ”

It's just that in the end, the voice can't help but tremble.

To be honest, with such a powerful aura as Shen Xingjue, he was also scared in his heart.

Even after saying the last sentence "come at me", there was a feeling of regret, he shouldn't be so impulsive.

Chen Qingyue heard that after Murong Junxi said, "Come at me", her heart rose to her throat, and she scolded Murong Junxi in her heart, her brain was kicked by a donkey, isn't this self-defeating?

"Rushing at you?...... Heh, you really have a kind of ......" The corners of Shen Xingjue's mouth hooked, revealing an evil smile, which made people panic.

The hand that was originally clamping the woman's jaw was now stroking back and forth on the woman's fair little face.

He squinted at her like a high emperor, and sneered: "Did you hear that? He told me to let you go. ”

Chen Qingyue's heart trembled with her body.

She knew that a demon like Shen Xingjue was about to become powerful.

"If you want to be a hero and save beauty, it depends on whether you have that ability." Shen Xingjue's lazy eyes fell on Murong Junxi, and his gaze seemed to see her through.

Murong Junxi clenched his fists, and kept telling himself in his heart, don't panic, don't be afraid, you must save Qingyue.

"I asked you to let Qingyue go, can't you hear?"

Murong Junxi was afraid that Shen Xingjue would snatch Chen Qingyue away, so he was dizzy and shouted at Shen Xingjue again.

Chen Qingyue bit her lip and kept glancing at Murong Junxi, telling him to leave quickly.

"Why should I put it?" Shen Xingjue hugged Chen Qingyue tightly with one hand and caressed her face with the other.

Murong Junxi gritted his teeth fiercely: "Because, Qingyue is my woman, you hurry up and let her go." Otherwise, I'm not going to be kind to you. ”

Shen Xingjue snorted coldly, and lightly spit out a few words: "Your woman, is it?"

He hooked his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows, and asked Chen Qingyue: "Chen Qingyue, you said it yourself, whose woman are you?"

Chen Qingyue didn't dare to say.

She was tempted to say that she didn't belong to any, that she was who she was.

Chen Qingyue bowed her head and was silent.

Murong Junxi gritted his teeth and tried not to be afraid: "You don't want Qingyue." ”

Seeing that Shen Xingjue didn't listen to him at all, Murong Junxi was not afraid of death and challenged Shen Xingjue again: "Let go of her, don't force her, if there is something, you have the ability to rush at me." ”

Hmph, Shen Xingjue sneered, he felt like a clown jumping off the beam in front of him.

He pinched her chin with his big palm, his thin lips immediately covered, and the man's domineering aura wrapped her in all directions.

Chen Qingyue's body seemed to be petrified, and she couldn't move.

The male is domineering and approaching, mixed with a faint tobacco smell of masculinity, which smells so good that it is easy for people to fall into it.

"Chen Qingyue, did you tell him that you are my woman now." A man's kiss is domineering, crazy, possessive, and the same as swearing ownership.

The more Chen Qingyue struggled, the more domineering and intense his kiss became, which made her a little unbearable.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Murong Junxi.

Shen Xingjue seemed to sense that she was looking at him, and the hand holding her chin increased.

Without mercy.

"Hmm......" she almost exhaled in pain, her pale lips slightly open.

It's just that the man doesn't want to let her go at all.