The red clothes under the dark night were like weeping blood, dull and deep.

The thin lips slowly hooked, and he got up lazily, and Jun Wuyuan stepped down the stone steps step by step.

Duan's imperial might, his slender white fingers picked up a strand of hair on his red clothes, and his slender lips approached his rain-soaked face, "Cornered?" ”

The scorching breath sprayed on Su Duyan's face, "But what to do, my father asked me to annihilate the rest of the party, I took my own order, and I will definitely make some achievements, you say-yes or no." ”

"I don't remember what you said." The corners of his mouth hooked up with coldness, "You promised not to leave." ”

But you, still in the first place, would rather jump out of the window than leave!

Speechless anger surged in his eyes, his fists clenched, Jiang Linxian, this is what you owe me!

The wind swept in along the gaps, blowing coldly on the skin, like a thousand years of ice.

Su Duyan's sloppy eyes were misty, and through the rain and mist, he looked at the back in front of him dimly, so strange.

If Jiang Kuo didn't send the letter, did he plan to lock himself up for the rest of his life!

When he found that the door was locked, his hot heart was already half cold, and he had no choice but to jump out of the window to leave.

"What about me." Su Duyan slowly raised her head and held back her tears, "I am also a member of the Yu Party, and I am their young master." ”

"It's different." Jun Wuyuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, interrupting the person behind him.

The white fingers picked up the sword with silver light, slowly turned around, and handed it to Su Duyan's hand, "You are Jiang Linxian, you saved the life of the pilgrim, how can Aiqing be the remnant of the party." ”

The voice tends to be peaceful, and the eyebrows are smiling, which makes people feel like a spring breeze Buddha.

Fingers trembled, and dilated eyes crossed palpitations, "You-"

Su Duyan took a sharp sword of Buddha, his eyes were scarlet, and he clenched Jun Wuyuan's collar, "You want to kill the king?!" ”

Although the mission was to help him ascend to the throne, he never expected that Jun Wuyuan would become like this!

The person who was holding the collar was calm, and slowly pulled away the cold hands and held them in his hands, "What did you say?" ”

Stretched out his hand and stroked Su Duyan's collar, "I am the prince, and the throne is passed to me, isn't it normal." ”

"Go away—"

"You're not him." Su Duyan pushed away the hand that undressed herself, and stepped back step by step, "Is it because you have changed, or have I never known you." ”

Could it be that he is also so bloody and cruel in his bones?!

"Of course I'm not him." Jun Wuyuan picked up the sharp sword, stretched out his hand and dusted it, but he was not annoyed, "How can he gain a foothold in this troubled world with his indecisive character." ”

The corners of his mouth hooked into a smile, and he turned to look at the person in front of him, "Understood?" ”

Su Duyan's eyes were shocked, and his face was dyed with a sudden realization, "What about him?!" Bastard! ”

No wonder Jun Wuyuan is emotionally unstable, I see.

"Look at what Aiqing has become." Jun Wuyuan grabbed the fist of the person in front of him, "We're all alone, isn't that good?" ”

"At least I can help him ascend to the throne and trample those people under his feet." There was joy in his eyes, "If you ......"

"I am born as a person who does not have a corpse mountain, and I die as a ghost in a mountain without corpses!" His gaze was cold, and his clenched fist was withdrawn little by little. "Unless I die, step over my corpse!"

I finally understood that the identity corresponds to the burden on my shoulders.

I also know that I can't watch Jun Wuyuan sink into the quagmire step by step.

Su Duyan stepped back step by step, with a heart full of scars, and his body slipped quietly like a dehydrated fish.

Jun Wuyuan hurriedly stepped forward and dragged the red clothes that fell to the ground, and the cold chill spread all over his body.

Warm fingers caressed the cold cheeks, and the eyes were full of possessiveness, "Suck the cartilage, don't be angry." With joy in his eyes, "I said, you shouldn't have left me." ”

Pinching his chin, his thin lips pressed against it, and he stroked Su Duyan's cheek, "You can only be mine." ”

Skirting his knees, he picked up Su Duyan and walked towards the bed.

The bewitching red clothes are like butterflies with broken wings, quietly landing......