The body fell into a warm and broad chest, Su Kui was not surprised, she pursed her lips, listened to Yue Fusang's voice with obvious tremors, and said in a low voice: "Inmanshu, if I let you go, who will let me go?" ”

"You brought me into this game, and you're responsible for it, you know?!"

"You want to live, as long as you survive, I can promise you......" never to separate again.

However, Su Kui coldly blocked his next words, "Yue Fusang, this game is over, I don't want to play anymore." Actually, you know, right? I'm a waste now, I can't stop you, imprison you, you're free, free, you know?! She struggled to her feet, and looked back at him with cold eyes.

She no longer concealed the anxiety in her heart, she pushed him away fiercely, preventing him from taking another step closer to the bed, and sneered, "Yue Fusang, this game is my beginning, and naturally it will be up to me to end." Now, I'm talking about it, it's over! Because no one in the Luo Sect can stop you anymore, you can go back to your Changqing Palace and continue to be the immortal in your painting, the young palace master who is high in the sky! You can also bring the so-called decent people to crusade against the Inluo Sect, and I can only wait for death! ”

"You're supposed to be happy, aren't you? You are finally free, controlled by me, a demon girl, and trampled your dignity under your feet, you deserve to hate me. This medicine, you should be familiar with, right? ”

The last sentence pierced straight into Yue Fusang's heart.

He pressed the position of his heart, only to feel that it hurt, as if it had been ripped open alive, and the pain was unforgettable. There was an empty cool breeze, blowing through my heart, and it was cold all over my body.

"I won't ......," he said urgently, opening his mouth to meet her dark red pupils, and suddenly unable to say a word.

What should he say? Everything now is his own doing. At first, they were on opposite sides, almost to the point of incompatibility, wanting each other to disappear into the world. Later, he turned a blind eye to all the women's overtures. Every time his heart was shaken, he could think of how many disciples the woman led countless disciples and killed him in the Changqing Palace, and those blood stained the wide avenue outside the Changqing Palace.

He took the initiative to come out and looked at the woman sitting in the carriage with dignity and dignity, and looked at him contemptuously with peach blossom eyes.

As if silently telling: What if you are lifted to heaven by the female cultivators on the rivers and lakes? If I want, you will be a dog under my feet at any time.

The elixir that suppressed cultivation was thrown at his feet, and the porcelain vase rolled a few times before stopping in front of him. He lowered his eyes, the killing behind him continued, and at that moment, his hands were clenched, and he wondered if he should do his best to go up and die with Inmanshu. However, she died, because those demons of the Luo Sect lost control, and they would definitely launch endless revenge on the Changqing Palace.

He didn't dare to gamble because he had a weakness. Eventually, he slowly bowed his waist, as if along with his pride, and bowed down to the woman with a sneer in her eyes.

He was drugged, his hands and feet chained, and he was taken away like a slave in the eyes of his respected father and his adoring disciples.

At that time, no matter what, he couldn't have feelings for women. Even if life was in the palm of her hand, he couldn't have feelings.

But since when did that woman quietly plant a seed in his heart?

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