Smack-

Rong Qiao's eyes quickly grabbed his wrist, and her clear eyes revealed a tenacious light.

"Don't do that, please."

"Woman." His woman's name was different from the past, with an air of helplessness and decadence.

"Forget it, let's rest early." He snapped his mouth shut and took out a small bottle and placed it on the edge of the table.

"This is anti-marking gel, three times a day, and it won't leave a wound." With that, he got up and walked out.

The night wind blew, and his black clothes seemed to melt into the night outside the window.

This night, Rong Qiao slept very unsteadily, and in her ears, she always heard the timbre of Xiao Xiao wind and rain outside the window, as well as the sharp sound of the cold sword flying.

She tossed and turned over the clouds, and finally got up without sleep.

Draped in a lilac robe, she pushed open the door of the Lonely Wind Tower, heading towards the remote shrub where the icy iron sword flew.

In the jungle, where the cold moonlight is sprinkled, a black figure, like an arrogant flying eagle sweeping the sky, agile, cruel and murderous eyes, up and down the body, an invisible anger, rushing to the face.

Suddenly, as if he had gone crazy, he slashed mercilessly and frantically with the cold ancient sword in his hand.

This damn woman, damn woman! Why turned his life upside down and turned everything about him upside down.

He hated this ungraspable emotion, he hated this fragile emotion.

He desperately tried to avoid this inexplicable, uncontrollable emotion, but that emotion haunted him all the time like a ghost.

He understands that as the prince of Prince Zhong's mansion, as the cruel and vicious Yama Shura, women are only used by him occasionally to vent his needs, and the others are useless.

Even such a thing as inheritance, he has never given these women a chance to carry it out.

Because he didn't want his descendants to have the same blood as his Shura in their bodies, his life should end in his generation and not have to continue to the future.

But since the appearance of that woman, all thoughts have been subverted by her, he longs for her love, longs for her sweet smile on him, and he is even jealous of her smiling at other men.

He wanted to monopolize her, to trap her firmly in his body, in his soul, and not let her take half a step.

He also wanted to have a group of lovely children with her, and the thought of that child being conceived from her body made him feel an inexplicable throbbing, a strong demand. And this intense thought almost drove him crazy.

He knew that this emotion was unacceptable, but he fell deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper, so deep that even he couldn't control it.

Thinking of this, the ancient sword in his hand swung even more crazily and ruthlessly.

On the big tree, the leaves were scattered, and the branches and leaves were injured by the anger of the long sword and sank into the dust.

And his crazy and depressed mood also infected the seventeen snow wolves he raised with his own hands.

At this moment, the seventeen tall snow wolves stood on the high slope, and they all looked up at the cold moon in unison, and they all raised their heads and roared, and their howls were terrible and desolate.

The frightened flying leaves on the branches of the trees were shaken down, and they fluttered one after another, stumbling and unsteady to the ground, and let out a mournful low sound as the night wind swept mercilessly.

Rustle Rustle - Rustle Rustle –

In the midst of the terrible and frantic whistling, there was a soft footstep, slowly approaching, approaching—

Rong Qiao, who came out, heard the terrible howl of the wolves, and couldn't help but be shocked in her heart.

The sound of the wolf howls was not as good as before, it sounded very sad and lonely, and there was a mournful sound.

Could it be that something is wrong?

When Rong Qiao thought of this, her heart was shocked, and her footsteps were a little faster.

As he walked, the footsteps stepped on the fallen leaves, making a light cracking sound.

And Gong Huangjue, who was dancing the ice sword wildly, was extremely unstable, but his sensitive ears still heard the abnormal footsteps, and his ears couldn't help shrinking.

The long sword in his hand flashed, and he brushed-

His body swept through the air, and with a cold light, he stabbed straight in the direction of the comer.

The cold color of the sword, under the clear light of the cold moon, reflected a strange and cold light. And almost as soon as he stabbed the sword, the seventeen snow wolves then leaped high and swooped ferociously towards the place where the sword light flashed.

Rong Qiao, who was disturbed by the painful sound of the wolves, was here to find out what was going on?

Unexpectedly, what awaited her was an extremely sharp sword.

The flickering cold light pierced her eyes, almost making her unable to open them, and instinctively, she raised her hand to resist the blinding cold light.

But the moment her eyes poked out, she found that the murderous cold long sword had approached the center of her eyebrows, barely a centimeter away from her position.

Conditioned reflexes and years of training, when her body encountered danger, she couldn't help but avoid the dangerous blade, and leaned straight back, and her feet couldn't help but move backwards.

The cold sword followed him like a shadow, and the sword was in his hand, like a dexterous snake, approaching Rong Qiao's face.

A stunned condensation condensed the bottom of her eyes, and in her eyes, she seemed to see countless sparkling lights, piercing straight into the water waves.

Is she going to die by the other party's sword?

Rong Qiao stared at the figure falling from the sky in shock, and the only thought that crossed his head was this.

However, at the moment when Gong Huangjue jumped up and stabbed with a sword at close range, his deep and cold black jade eyes reflected a familiar and pretty face.

The look of astonishment instantly swept over his murderous frozen pupils.

The murderous ancient sword in his hand, at the last moment, suddenly deflected, brushed Rong Qiao's cheek, and cut off a strand of green silk in front of her temples.

Strands of hair rolled down in the wind, leaving a little on his silver-white sword, stabbing his deep, cold black pupils. He stared straight at her cheeks, looking at the sword marks that had been injured by his sword qi, slowly spilling out bewitching beads of blood, imprinted on her delicate and rosy face.

The pupils suddenly constricted, and the faint flame light flickered and moved.

At this moment, his thick eyebrows were furrowed. The ancient sword in his hand couldn't help but flash.

Brush –

Suddenly, his ancient sword was retracted and fell into its scabbard accurately. Then the long sword shook high, took on a beautiful parabolic state, flew up the high slope, brushed the ground, and stabbed deep into the dirt along with the hilt.

With his coherent movements, in one go. The seventeen snow wolves that violently attacked Rong Qiao also moved with the master's breath, the murderous aura dissipated, and their attacks ended immediately.

They obediently lay on the ground, surrounded Gong Huangjue, and gently licked his feet.

Rong Qiao stared at his actions in amazement, and then she was shocked.

Worst! The cold-faced man's mood was wrong, although she didn't know why Gong Huangjue was like this, but obviously, her sober head told her that she was not at the right time at the moment, and she seemed to have hit his muzzle inexplicably.

Thinking of this, her feet couldn't help but start moving, her head spun at a speed of 100 meters per second, and she secretly said, if you don't slip at this moment, when will it be.

At that moment, the lines of her face squeezed, and she smiled at Gong Huang Jue: "That, hehe, you are practicing swords, I'm disturbing." I'm sorry, you can continue, continue your swordsmanship, I, I went to sleep. ”

It was as if countless wolves were pounced on her, and she walked twice as fast as she came, and looked like she was running in small steps.

Gong Huangjue stared at Rong Qiao's back, eager to pierce this woman's back, dig out her heart, and see how this woman's heart grows, and why it is so different from other women.

The moment his head was running, the strong eyebrows were raised, and the footwork shifted in an instant, falling silently on Rong Qiao's side.

Rong Qiao, who was trotting quickly, sensed the cold breath on her side from time to time, she turned her head slightly and looked sideways, and crashed into a pair of dark eyes as silent and lonely as a wolf.

Her expression changed slightly, and in her clear eyes, the water couldn't help but ripple on the surface of the lake, and the ripples drifted out, layer after layer.

Gong Huangjue took advantage of the moment when she was in a daze, and he clasped it with one hand and fiercely buckled her smooth and round chin. He pressed her close to his eyes and looked her in the eye, his gaze a little confused, constantly roaming back and forth over her features.

This woman, in terms of appearance, is less than half the beauty of his sixteenth lady, less than one-tenth of his eleventh lady, and less than one-tenth of his first lady in terms of women's morality.

is such a woman, such a woman with a combination of facial features, he would fall into it, he doesn't understand, and he doesn't understand, how could he be planted in the hands of this woman.

Especially a woman who has no weight in her heart, her world is very broad, and the men who love her have more background than the other, and each has an identity than the other.

Even his second brother Gong Huangrui's eyes when he looked at her changed that time, it was the appreciative gaze of a man looking at a woman, and he knew it better than anyone else.

Therefore, he hated Rong Qiao even more. Why is she at ease as if she didn't care about herself, but he wants to vent his frustration in the night. Why could she want to run away from him when she was messing up his world, and wanted to fly freely.

He won't allow it, damn it, he definitely won't allow it.

Even if he is destined to be a cursed person and destined to go to hell in this life, he must take this woman with him and accompany him to the gate of hell.

Rong Qiao's eyebrows were slightly horizontal, and she muttered, this damn cold-faced man, I don't know which tendon is wrong, this action seems to have not been dealt with on her for a long time, but I didn't expect that tonight, he had another seizure.

Unable to help it, she muttered the corners of her mouth, and her clear eyes looked directly at the black jade pupils that he had endured with anger. "Hey, cold-faced man, what's wrong with you today? Did someone come to you to seek revenge? Or is your family about to go bankrupt? Or is it your wife Hongxing who embarrassed you when she came out of the wall-" Hmm-she also wanted to gush on her conjectures, but unexpectedly, Gong Huangjue gave a domineering kiss that blocked her opportunity to speak.