Xuan Ling saw that she was not wearing shoes on her feet, and her thin white toes were round and lovely on the teak floor, which made people want to scare her when they saw it.

Xuan Ling put down his wine glass and slowly stood up.

He squinted at her.

I remembered those two meetings again.

Each time, she surpassed his cognition and imagination.

Especially saved her this time.

There is only one rule in Xuan Ling's world.

Power and violence can prevail.

But this rule of his was once again broken by Ruan Jingwei.

Xuan Ling knew how painful it was to break his wrist bones and phalanges.

He has also suffered more unbearable pain, but he is a man, a man who was born and walked out of hell.

But Ruan Jingwei is just an ordinary little girl.

That night, he thought that she would beg for mercy before the first stick fell.

But who would have thought that her bones would be so hard.

Or is that in her heart, that man's position is already so important?

When Xuan Ling treated her wounds, he looked at the wounds on her hands.

The wrist bones were broken, three finger bones were broken, the tips of five fingers were shattered, and the flesh was blurred, and the nails were all broken and two pieces were lost.

This kind of pain, some tough guys may not be able to withstand it.

But she endured it.

Xuan Ling's eyes became deeper and deeper, but the smile on the corners of his lips became deeper and deeper.

That Li Gongzi of the imperial capital, who doesn't know his name?

If he Xuanling is a demon who does all kinds of evil, then Li Gongzi is a noble and talented person with a golden future.

But so what.

His woman is now in his hands, taking someone's wife, this kind of thing is much more interesting than killing people and setting fires.

"What the hell do you want!"

Jingwei couldn't help it, and finally opened her mouth.

She has no appetite at night, she can't help but gag when she thinks of Xuan Ling's words, she doesn't want to eat, she doesn't have a mood, she doesn't have an appetite, she can't do it?

How on earth will this tyrant let her go?

"Come down and eat with me."

Xuan Ling's voice was very light and calm, but in the loneliness of the four places, it made people feel creepy.

It was also a soft wind at night, but when she stood there quietly, she felt the chill reach her limbs.

Not far from the door is a sea of thousands of acres of flowers, and I don't know how many dead people are buried in the soil.

Isn't he afraid?

"I don't want to eat, I don't have an appetite, can't I?"

"Then you eat with me."

Xuan Ling was still in that tone, but the two maids standing beside Jingwei, Alan Acai, had already knelt down tremblingly.

Jing Wei couldn't help but feel a weak frustration in her heart.

"Xuan Ling, you have been like this, using the power and violence in your hands to force others to submit to you, is this really interesting?"

Jing Wei glanced at him, and walked directly up the stairs: "I can go down and eat with you, you let them get up." ”

Xuan Ling's eyes swept over the two maids indifferently, she treated them more than he cared about them.

He was her savior.

"That's how you did your savior?"

Xuan Ling watched her walk downstairs step by step, under the blue and blue skirt, snow-white feet loomed, and he suddenly felt how the night breeze was so dry.

Raise your hand and unbutton the side of your neck by two, revealing the man's sexy slightly convex Adam's apple.

Jing Wei walked straight to the table and sat down: "I am very grateful to you for saving me, but if you can let me go back to Jiangcheng after saving me, I think I will be more grateful to you." ”

"Do you appreciate that I'll go to bed with me?"

3.7.