"Woman, when you are well-behaved one day, this king will let you down one day."

Gong Huangjue looked at the frightened Rong Qiao with interest, and she kept climbing towards the height of the tree.

He smiled cruelly, then flew away.

This place is densely wooded, and the area is cold and gloomy.

Rong Qiao listened to the howl of the wolves and the sound of the cold wind blowing through the jungle, she clung to the big tree and did not dare to move.

She knew that if she fell, she would feed the wolves.

Her kung fu, she knows herself, she can't fly around like her father, her kung fu can only launch the most beneficial attack on the enemy when she is facing each other.

This Gong Huang Jue, if she wants to deal with him, I'm afraid she won't even touch his clothes, and she will die in his hands.

Damn it, damn it!

Rong Qiao couldn't help but scream.

Ahh

I don't know when, she screamed comfortably, her mood improved, and she began to close her eyes and recuperate.

She sat down on a high branch and began to think of countermeasures.

She couldn't help but shudder as she stared at the wolves under the trees, watching them open their mouths wide and tilt their heads back, revealing their sharp, glowing teeth.

There is no escape on the side of this camphor tree, and there is no way to survive when you go up.

If she goes down, she has to face the attack of a group of vicious wolves, and her chances of survival are slim.

What should she do?

Rong Qiao frowned, and her head suddenly flashed and she had an idea.

My mother once said that animals are afraid of fire.

So, if she had a torch in her hand, the wolves wouldn't be a threat to her.

But how did she get the source of fire?

She stared at the camphor tree, frowned, and suddenly thought about it. Pregnant! Drill wood for fire.

Isn't this wood ready-made? As for drilling? She smiled.

Pull out the green bamboo and plum hairpin on her head, take out her precious little silver dagger, and then drill the big tree hard, she drilled and drilled, and finally saw the spark of the stars come out.

She was overjoyed and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

She snapped a twig and aimed it into the hole in the camphor tree where it was rubbing against the fire.

Sparks kept popping up in the drills, and finally ignited the broken wood and set the twigs on fire.

Rong Qiao looked at the faint firelight, her eyes were shining, and she smiled movingly.

She broke off a thick branch, burned all the leaves, and set the big branch on fire.

When the faint light of the fire slowly grew stronger and could illuminate a place, the wolves under the camphor tree suddenly whined and dodged.

Rong Qiao pointed the torch in the direction of the wolves, and she climbed down little by little. When she finally arrived at the foot of the camphor tree, a cold timbre instantly became like cold water, extinguishing the fire of hope that burned in her heart.

"Seventeen, it seems that you can't be well-behaved when you go." Gong Huang Jue was like a ghost, and he stood three feet away from her. Rong Qiao didn't have time to put away her surprise, the torch in her hand was blown by a gust of wind and extinguished!

As soon as the fire vanished, the wolves rushed over again, and Rong Qiao fled to climb the camphor tree, and if she was one step late, she would have been bitten by a wolf jumping up.

"Gong Huang Jue, Gong Huang Jue, I don't take you as a whole person. I have no grudges with you recently, and I have no enmity in the past, why do you want to fix me to death. I said that I would give you back five hundred taels of silver, but did you not believe me? ”

Rong Qiao hugged the trunk of the tree, and she was still shocked at this moment.

"Woman, the punishment for you seems to be lighter."

Gong Huang Jue suddenly appeared on Rong Qiao's side like a shadow, and he grabbed his fingers, ready to throw Rong Qiao to the wolves.

Rong Qiao tilted her head and crashed into his murderous pupils that were surging in the undercurrent, the moment she let go. The instinct of survival made her hands tightly circle Gong Huangjue's neck.

She used her feet as well, trapped on his waist.

Gong Huang Jue smelled the faint fragrance of herbs on Rong Qiao's body between his snorts, and his body instinctively stiffened.

He's not Megumi Yanashita, and he's not a gentleman.

He knew that nephrite was warm and fragrant, and his body reacted to Rong Qiao.

He pinched her jaw and sneered cruelly.

"Woman, you brought it on yourself."

Gong Huangjue took Rong Qiao back to the Lonely Wind Tower, he threw her casually on the clouds, and then began to remove the jade belt from his waist.

Rong Qiao looked at the sparks jumping in his cold eyes, watching his actions, of course she knew what he wanted to do.

If it were another girl now, she would definitely be dead or alive in the face of what might happen.

But she's no ordinary girl.

She has been exposed to her mother's ears and eyes since she was a child, and she has such an informal father, and this person is naturally different from ordinary girls.

So, the current situation, although terrible, is not a dead end.

For her, she would not want to die or live without the innocence that represented the girl, thinking that her life would change from now on.

If this Gong Huangjue thought that after having a relationship with her, he would think that she was bound by him and bound Gao Fei's steps, then he was very wrong.

She has not lost her heart, she is a free person.

No one can stop her from flying freely.

She looked at Gong Huangjue lightly, watching the clothes on his body fall on the cold ground one by one, and she watched him come over without fear.

She was silent, quiet, quiet, without any resistance.

It was only the moment he pounced on her that her brow froze.

"It's my first time, you be gentle. Also, take off your mask, it's an eyesore. ”

Click-

The atmosphere changed in an instant, and the killing intent rose in vain.

Gong Huang Jue grabbed Rong Qiao's throat with one hand, and the blood in his eyes flickered.

"Woman, if you want to die so much, I'll give you a ride."

No, again!

Rong Qiao's throat was so stuck in his throat that she couldn't speak, and her face turned red at a glance, then blue, and her lips turned purple.

She struggled on all fours, but she couldn't match Gong Huangjue's strength.

Gong Huangjue stared at her discolored face and watched her body gradually slump.

The red eyes, for some reason, suddenly shook slightly.

Suddenly, he suddenly let go of his hand and threw Rong Qiao into the corner of the clouds.

Her head slammed into the cold corner.

cough cough cough - cough -

Dizzy, coupled with poor breathing, Rong Qiao almost couldn't lift up in one breath, kicked his feet, and almost reported to Elysium.

Gong Huangjue had no interest at the moment, he put his clothes on his body and flew out of the Lonely Wind Tower.

Rong Qiao finally cleared his head, his vision was clear, and his breathing was smooth.

She realized that she was the only one in this house.

The cold-faced man who wanted to force her was gone.

It's weird, why did that guy suddenly have such a vicious hand, she rubbed the sore spot on her neck, and felt that there must be blood everywhere.

She twisted her neck, pulled the quilt over, and wrapped herself.

Could it be that the rumor is true, he has to control seven women in one night, so as soon as he heard that she is still a yellow flower girl, he suddenly lost interest?

There's this possibility, there's definitely this possibility.

He must have gone to find his sixteen well-behaved ladies, and she, hehe, was at last able to sleep peacefully.

Since there was no way to escape, she might as well stay first.

Anyway, people are alive, and their heads grow on their necks, so there will always be a way to figure it out.

Thinking of this, Rong Qiao lay down, covered her life, and closed her eyes beautifully.

Outside the window, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The night breeze shines through the screen window, rolls up and down, and dances.

Rong Qiao seemed to be immersed in a sweet dream, her lips were slightly raised, the corners of her mouth were as beautiful as pear blossoms, and a smile bloomed.

Occasionally, she sticks out the tip of her lovely tongue and licks the corners of her mouth as if she were tasting delicious food.

Kicking away the uncomfortable quilt, she rolled over and lay down, hugging the soft pillow, her face revealing a dreamy sweetness.

"Father, mother, little brother—" she murmured in her dream.

Standing outside the Luo account, a handsome figure, half of his face sunk in the darkness, the mask of the crescent moon in the hazy moonlight, shining silver, deep and elite black pupils, at this moment the fog-like confusion spread, around his beautiful and narrow sword eyebrows.

He had never seen Rong Qiao sleeping so peacefully and quietly in the territory of Prince Zhong's mansion.

Those women, those subordinates, on the surface obeyed his demands, but they never dared to look at his face, let alone look him in the eyes.

They trembled and curryed favor with him, just to save their lives.

As for her, she was equally terrified that fragile life would pass by in an instant, and she had almost died at his hands twice, but her attitude was different, although she felt that he was dangerous, that he was terrible, and that she even showed a look of horror at him.

However, when she spoke, she met his face head-on, looked him in the eye, and never ran away.

"It's my first time, you be gentle. Also, take off your mask, it's an eyesore. ”

Her words rang in her ears.

He couldn't help but stroke the half of his face wearing a crescent moon mask and quietly took it off.

The moonlight peeked through the gap in the screen window, and he could clearly see his true face.

That half of the face, under the cover of the mask for a long time, was obviously whiter than the half of the face exposed in the sun, but it was also more frightening and shocking than the half of the face in the sun.

There, the pattern of the wolf's head engraved is very similar to the chasing wind he raised, the totem is clear and vivid, and in the night, I feel that the lonely wolf is howling towards the sky.

He slowly approached her, closer.

However, the innate coldness and violence in his body alarmed Rong Qiao on the clouds.

She rolled over and saw a dark shadow fly out of the window of the Lonely Wind Building.

Rong Qiao rubbed her hazy eyes, she was surprised.

That figure, why does it look so much like that cold-faced man? Could it be that he is full of energy, and his sixteen ladies have not yet met his needs? So in the middle of the night, he turned back to his place and came to eat back grass?

But since he's here, why should he leave again?

Weirdos, what weirdos!

She shook her head in confusion and continued to roll over and lie down, going back to her dream of making a fortune.