It is said that the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, but if this Spring Festival is placed on a lover and other women, then can it still be worth a thousand gold?

The answer is value, and it's a value that far exceeds that number.

After Meng Xiaopao's calm voice controlled by spiritual power, he wanted to hire 10,000 killers to cut that woman to pieces.

This conversion is indeed more than a thousand gold.

The selfish desire hidden in the heart made the heart a little vicious because of the scene in front of him.

Possessiveness breeds more complex desires that are eroding Meng Xiaopao's heart.

The lacrimal glands were sealed, but the eyes were red.

In front of him, he seemed to be a little unhappy and disturbed, and he got up from the naked woman under him.

His shirt was gone, and his snow-white trousers covered his slender legs, as well as his important instrument.

At this time, he had no intention of observing whether there was any change in his lower body, and a pair of bloodshot eyes could only see the naked woman.

She was the same size as herself, and her little white face was flushed from what she was doing.

She is very white, and although her chest is not as big as her own, she is also excellent overall.

In the face of these, the most dazzling thing is the kiss mark on her shoulder, which is the trace left by Gu Wangchen, and it is also used to penetrate her heart.

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, the pain of opening his eyes again has been secretly suppressed by spiritual power.

Although Gu Wangchen got up, he didn't face each other, his side face was very indifferent, he didn't make a sound, as if waiting for what he wanted to say.

Looking at his indifferent face, his heart was like being beaten into an ice cave, cold and painful but secretly unwilling.

I wanted to explain the matter of the soul life, but because of his indifference, he changed his words, and his voice was still filtered with spiritual power, and a calm voice came out of his mouth without waves:

"I want to ask if what you said before I fell unconscious counts, and if it doesn't count, I won't stay in the house for a long time."

Compared with Meng Xiaopao's spiritual power suppression, Gu Wuchen endured it by himself.

His heart didn't hurt, and the events of the day were always circling in his mind, waiting for her explanation, but the longer the wait, the more torturous it became.

The moment she landed outside the door, she was already aware of it, and the dull pain in her heart just wanted to stimulate her in the same way, so that she could also experience the pain of being choked.

Pity......

After the first angry voice she said through the door, it turned into a calm voice when she spoke again.

She didn't have pain, she didn't eat, she just didn't care.

The words that used to say that she liked herself were best proved at this time, and her liking for herself was only liking, not love like herself.

Love is minding, love is possession, and love is not allowing a grain of sand in the eyes.

She didn't have any of that, she was going to sleep with another woman, she saw it, but she didn't show any discomfort.

Her liking for herself is just an ordinary liking, and there is no such thing as a liking of love.

My chest can't move like an iron block, and my heart hurts to death.

I didn't want to look at this calm and ruthless her, and turned my head to look at the woman on the bed who was at a loss, she was a little splashed with her height characteristics, but unfortunately she was only herself.

Closed her eyes to control her breath, and replied to her ruthlessly with indifference in her mouth:

"Why should this king lie to you, enter the palace tomorrow to announce this, those people are afraid and don't want to wait any longer."

Meng Xiaopao just wanted to use the position of the concubine to test his sincerity, but unfortunately the answer was the opposite, he did not marry himself because of love, but because of the prince's promise.

The heart has gone nowhere, empty.

There's no need to stay here any longer, do people have to watch while doing their own things?

The position of the concubine, hehe, since you can't keep his heart, then leave the position he gave.

It is better to give the position of concubine to other women than to give it to yourself, even if it is meaningless selfishness, it is better than nothing.

Whoever cannot possess him, then take possession of his wife, and use his position to satisfy his possession.

Turning around and fleeing with hatred, I really want to kill the woman who took away the lonely dust, it's best not to touch it in the future, touch it once and teach it a lesson, and a good pursuit goal was ruined by her like this.

Damn, I'm really unwilling.

secretly scolded Gu Wangchen for being a flowery man with no conscience, but at the bottom of the abyss that saw the light of day, his heart still couldn't give up.

Meng Xiaopao left, with all kinds of emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.

The lonely and cold face in the room was still the same, and he didn't look at the woman again, went out of the door naked, and then ordered to the secret Qianyi:

"Qianyi, go and ask someone to change all the things she touched here.

Qianer, go and ask the housekeeper to arrange a yard for her, and give her a title by the way, ninety. ”

Secretly, a thousand thousand people heard the sound and went to command.

Outside the door, Lonely Wangchen was irritable, looking at the moonless sky, thinking of Meng Xiaopao's calm and ruthless just now, she really had no heart and no lungs, no heart at all.

She didn't refuse the position of concubine, presumably she didn't want to recite the promise, if there was no verbal promise before, she wouldn't have bothered to mention it at all.

In any case, she stayed, and if she could see that naked man again in the future, she would definitely crush him to ashes and vent her hatred.

She's damn hateful, and I really want to open her heart to see if she's having sex with that man.

……

The moon is hidden and the clouds are dark, love is not connected, and each other is private.

Each has his own desires, love is deeply buried, painful and exciting, and the knot is difficult to solve.

Meng Xiaopao wandered soullessly, not knowing where to go.

The huge palace is difficult to accommodate, and it is aimless and does not know where to go.

Love makes the heart fall into the abyss of desire, and wants to pick it up but dislikes it.

Clean and stained by dirt, the distractions in the bottom of the heart are difficult to get rid of, and it is difficult to return to the original intention.

Drifting around, I don't know how long I walked, the night was silent, and suddenly a sound of water came into my ears.

Listen to the sound of the position, and walk forward step by step with the guidance of the sound of water.

The sound of the water is getting louder and louder, and it feels like the sound of someone else taking a shower.

Voyeur people taking a bath? There is really no such fetish.

Stop and turn around, or go somewhere else.

As soon as he took three steps, he suddenly felt that danger was approaching, and turned around and released a spiritual shield, which collided intimately with a rein as soon as it was completed.

The spiritual power of Bai Mang confronted each other, the reins were scattered, and the shields were also gone.

The two offset each other, and everything vanished.

The reins were shot from behind the rockery, where there were people bathing.

Glancing at the rockery, he didn't want to pursue it, turned around and left again, and just after a meter of footsteps, an attack hit again.

This time it was no longer the reins, and the spiritual power turned into a white silk more than two meters wide and came directly around.

With his mind moving, a long knife appeared in each of his hands, and the long knife was waved indiscriminately, and the entangled spiritual power Bai Aya was smashed and scattered.

The two long knives were constantly wielding, but Bai Aya seemed to be inexhaustible, and the more she chopped, the more she entangled.

After all, he was not a professional immortal cultivator, and his martial arts and endurance were too lacking, and his hands quickly became sore.

Every time the long knife is cut, it consumes some spiritual power in the body, and it is necessary to maintain both the long knife and the movement, and the spiritual power will eventually be exhausted in the long run.