Everyone knew that this was the intention of the prince to give this female slave to the master of Mu Tan Pavilion, but he was just to give her a little more hardship before sending it out. In addition to being amazed, I couldn't help but feel that this female slave girl was so good.

Some people sneered, I am afraid that a good life cannot be talked about, it is rumored that this Mu Tan Pavilion Pavilion Lord looks like a hellish ghost, whether it is a man or a woman, when he sees him, he can be frightened and faint.

Fortunately, he plays with boys and girls and drinks the blood of life.

Nan Mo glanced up at Shang Yue, such an action was already laborious, but she still did it.

"Haha", Rao is in this situation, and the woman can still laugh out loud. She didn't say a word, but the undisguised smile on her face was full of irony.

It seems to be mocking his incompetence to give away his prey.

Shame! Shang Yuegui is the crown prince, what kind of woman has never seen it, but some people dare to look down on him.

Shang Yue suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a big deal. The weakness and promise of the female slave girl seemed to be short-lived.

It is the prey that creates the illusion that the hunter has, and in this battle, the hunter has lost his eyes.

Who is Shang Yue? He would never allow himself to make such a mistake, especially when encountering such a novel prey.

But it was too late, he had already made a promise.

The Pavilion Master of the Mu Tan Pavilion, the peach blossom eyes under the detached were slightly raised, and Nan Mo was hugged in his arms with one hand, and the white jade bone fan raised her chin, one inch, two inches...... The low voice seemed to have a seductive voice, close to her ear bones, "Is this just out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's den?" ”

Without waiting for Nan Mo to resist, he clicked on her and kept her from moving. The coachman behind him walked over quickly and carried the man to the carriage.

Seeing this, Shang Yue could only give up, but in his heart, he made an account for Mu Tan Pavilion.

Inside the carriage.

"Do you know why the Pavilion Master wanted to save you?" Murong Yi put down the cup in his hand.

The phalanges of his other hand ran down Nan Mo's shoulder blades, ignoring the blood on the woman's arm, and finally pulled out a piece of agarwood tied with royal blue tassels from the mottled cuffs, about the size of a thumb cover.

His tail finger hooked the order, and his voice hooked, "Ji Ji, the number one killer, because a little woman like you capsized in the gutter." ”

Nan Mo looked at the dice-sized agarwood in his hand, his eyes sank, "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with the person you said." ”

"Aren't you curious about how he's doing now?" The person after the departure played with the wooden sandalwood order of the mobile phone, as if he said casually.

Nan Mo looked like he didn't care about himself, and looked away. In his heart, he suddenly remembered the injured man in black who had been saved in Jing's house.

He's a real killer, huh?

But she really didn't know him well, and she wasn't lying.

"I'm more curious about Your Excellency than that." Nan Mo was noncommittal, although his body was motionless, his eyes were staring at the person behind him for a moment.

"You're not curious about him, but the Pavilion Master is curious, who is more important to you, Su Ziruan or Ji Ji?" He lowered his voice and wrapped his arms around her waist, his warm breath spraying over her neck.

Nan Mo's skin trembled.

Murong Yi smiled, this woman is very interesting, she understands human nature too well.

Cowardice may be lifeless, too grandiose and merciless. Therefore, only by grasping this degree can we survive well.

Nan Mo undoubtedly seized this bit of vitality, first fought with the white lion, aroused Shang Yue's curiosity, and when Shang Yue really raised her interest, she showed no resistance at all, which made Shang Yue lack interest.

Obviously, these practices are all in order to survive as much as possible, but they refuse to accept half of the grievances, and once they have a way out, they turn around and laugh at the prince of a country mercilessly, and they are bold.

Prey and hunter, how exactly do they correspond?

So even if he doesn't show up, Shang Yue may not really kill her.

Looking at the woman in her arms with satisfaction, "Of course, staying in Mutan Pavilion, you shouldn't have to worry about your safety." ”

His fan was ironed against the side of her face, "Because, you don't have this chance to get out." ”

In order to make life more interesting, Murong Yi was very curious, but once he decided not to track it down, he just didn't want to bother with it.

Nan Mo was also looking at him at the moment, his eyes were extremely clear, like a little bit of material brought out by the spring cold of early spring.

The next moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand to restrain his fan bone, flipped his wrist, and changed direction.

The sharp fan bone went straight to the man's neck, "That cup of tea is a little poisonous, not very toxic, but it is enough to make the pavilion master weak and let others slaughter him." Nan Mo leaned on the black Mi Path.

When did she break through the acupuncture hole? Obviously without the slightest internal force, Murong Yi raised his eyebrows.

However, that little bit of poison was just a child's trick for him Murong Yi, Nan Mo didn't know his details, but he was happy to play with her, so he was simply subject to her.

Murong Yi leaned softly on the brocade cushion behind him, looking at her for a long time. Outside drivers are not allowed to come in without permission, this is the rule.

Nan Mo straightened up, "What you said about Su Ziruan, Ji Ji, we are just general friends." ”

She tried her best to keep her voice low in every sentence, but her right hand was not idle, she flipped it up and down, and took out the wooden sandalwood order on his cuffs.

"But it's not my character to hand over what others give away for nothing."

After picking up the things, Nan Mo smiled and said, "Come and don't be rude, the pavilion master saved me, of course I have to keep the life-saving benefactor in my heart and repay it well." ”

She shot too quickly, and Rao is Murong Yi was stunned.

The black Mi Li was thrown away by Nan Mo at will, and at that moment, the peach blossom eyes were blurred for a moment, and the purple eyes were like waves.

The bridge of his beautiful nose is boundary, or bright, or dim, counting white as black, and he can't distinguish the background from the secondary, or rather, this man's facial features, everything is dazzling.

His jaw has a shallow beauty arc, and he is born a peerless beauty.

The eyebrows are finely adjusted, and the oil paint is from light to thick.

Nan Mo felt that he was also a little insightful, the daughter of the Luo family in the south of the Yangtze River, the Fanyin Ji of the moon demon, the noble Jing Mohuai, and the noble and incomparable little marquis Shen Yisheng.

But there is no one as handsome as him, and his purple eyes are seductive, embedded in such a face that is more thick and less light.

Hardly anyone can resist such an extreme temptation.

Nan Mo's fingertips stretched out and stayed on the man's eyelids, her thumb sliding over his long eyelashes, as if she was touching some rare treasure. This pair of purple eyes seems to be thick and colorful, and it is beautiful to the extreme.

People with purple eyes are too rare, and Nan Mo couldn't help but sigh.

"It's beautiful, is it true?" She was a little skeptical.

Murong Yi was stunned, he could easily see her black glass-like eyes, without disdain, without fear. At this moment, unlike any other person before.

He was born with purple eyes, and his mother committed suicide after giving birth to him, atoning for her sins in order to give birth to such a demon as him.

From birth to now, twenty-four years, he has seen too much disdain, fear, pretending to be calm as a person. Too able to discern the disgust and fear behind the deliberate welcome.

But there is almost no heartfelt sigh like this. The purple-pupiled person is born unknown, the old national teacher once said that the purple-pupiled person should be treated as a demon, and the world thinks so.

If it weren't for his mother's desperate protection, there would be no Murong Yi in this world.

"Your eyes are purple." Nan Mo blinked his eyes and said intuitively: "You have such a beautiful pair of eyes, covering them, it's really a tyrannical thing." ”

His heart trembled, and his purple eyes fluttered a little.

The hoarse voice was confusing, "Aren't you afraid?" ”

Nan Mo patted Murong Yi's face and muttered, "Do you have any misunderstanding of the word 'afraid'?" ”

"It's so good-looking, and it's so tightly covered, I thought you looked so scary. Gu You's watching the killing of Wei Jue, didn't you also think about your own life and safety before you made this decision? ”

Nan Mofu stretched out his hand again to disassemble his headband, kneaded his hair, and tore his coat into strips with great effort. I couldn't help but slander that the clothes of this rich man were different from those of civilians like them. Just look at the quality of this garment, you can see it.

"If I had such a pair of rare mixed-race eyes, tsk......" Nan Mo added in his heart, it would be much more convenient to kill people and sell goods.

Looking up at Murong Yi again, she knew that she was properly haunted by hatred of the rich.

Murong Yi's eyebrows were fine-tuned, the autumn water was rippling, his eyes were deep, and the corners of his lips were even deeper.

The delicate collarbone under the neck loomed, and a face that had brought disaster to the country and the people was filled with a seductive smile.

"Rely on it", Nan Mo took a sip, he was so disgraced, it was still difficult to hide this man's stunning appearance.

He let her do whatever she wanted, but when the carriage suddenly jolted, he stretched out his palm and hugged the woman into his arms.

Nan Mo's head slammed into his chest, and at that moment, it was earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods.

Nan Mo dared to pack the ticket, because of this penetration, her forehead smashed on his chest, it must have hurt enough.

"You're throwing yourself into your arms?" With such a stunning face, not speaking is already the ultimate temptation, let alone his deliberate temptation.

"My name is Murong Yi, I want you to remember this name." He half-sat up and imprisoned the woman in his arms.

Nan Mo didn't react for a while, obviously he was poisoned, how could he still have strength? Could it be that this man was teasing her like a cat and a mouse?

"You let go ......," she gritted her teeth.

"The entire net worth of the pavilion master has been given to you, and you are still so ignorant."

Murong Yi lowered his head, and his white bone wrist lifted the small teacup, "Your little wild cat's claws are really sharp, how can you let this pavilion master enjoy it exclusively if it is so delicious?" ”

His index finger tried to break Nan Mo's lips and teeth, but Nan Mo swore to death.

Murong Yi then smiled, revealing a mouthful of bright teeth, and his index finger was raised from the corner of Nan Mo's mouth to between his lips and teeth.

"Did you drink it yourself, or do you want to feed it from the pavilion master?" The hint of the man is extremely obvious.