She looked calm and leaned to her waist.

Then came her crescent robe, which fell silently on the cold ground, and her mid-robe, gently untied with the touch of her fingertips, then lay down on the ground in a fluttering silence.

She smiled and walked lightly, like a fluttering butterfly, around him.

The smooth and transparent jade skin, glowing with the beauty of the moonlight, appeared in the dark black jade pupils of Gong Huang Jue.

Her eyes were full of charm, her smile was full, and her beautiful hand stretched out towards Gong Huangjue.

"Man, can I invite you to dance with us tonight?"

Gong Huang Jue's cold and deep dark pupils, the surface of the pool is sparkling, and the flying current is stirred.

His thick eyebrows were tightly twisted, and his expression was indifferent and cold.

He stared at her faintly, the soft figure reflected in the water waves, like an arrogant storm, like a splash of magma, the wind was wild, the light was dazzling, and the speed of the flickering was dazzling.

No one saw him make a move, but his figure had already moved in front of Rong Qiao, and no one saw his slender jade fingers probing the cloud sleeve, but his flawless jade palm had already clenched her delicate little hand.

The touch of palms and palms, all of a sudden, inexplicable sensations surged between their respective hearts.

She stared into his eyes with a faint smile on her face, even though the string in her mind began to tighten tightly.

His face was pleasant and comfortable, his thin lips were raised, pulling a graceful and seductive arc, his hands ran down her palms, slid across her waist, clasped her tightly in his arms, and looked down into her clear and innocent eyes, acting seamlessly, although the moment his palms touched her body, he noticed her sudden stiffness, he still smiled wickedly, his eyebrows and eyes were as warm as water.

"Seventeen." His tone seemed to soften into a gentle spring, and his voice sounded low and intoxicating.

"Tonight, I'd like to dance with you." His broad and slightly warm palm touched her back as smooth as white jade, and in vain his heart was hot, and the deep and charming eyes swayed in an instant, flying flowers.

Woman, let you be the woman of this king tonight.

As long as the king imprints the mark of the king on your body, then you will not be able to escape the great net woven by the king, and you will belong to the king forever.

Woman, once the king has conquered your body, then your heart will soon be surrendered to the king's feet.

He bowed his head confidently, his eyes fluttering, his luster unusually bright.

She raised Yingying's finger and touched his beautiful thin lips, and then smiled, taking advantage of the moment when he was slightly stunned, she gently pushed Gong Huangjue away.

Her hand was on his shoulder, and within the eye of each other, her gaze fell straight into his deep eyes, looking into his heart. She knew that she was not the only one who was disturbed, and he was also starting to mess up at this moment.

His eyes were no longer calm, his expression could not remain calm and light, he had the same thoughts as her, the same impatience, the same restlessness.

It's good, it's good, that's what she wants.

She wants to mess with his mind, she wants to mess with his calm mood that plays tricks on her, and she wants him to understand a truth.

She is not something he can conquer. Even if her body belonged to him, even if he might have had an intimate relationship with her tonight, but for her, she didn't lose half a point.

Her heart was still firmly in her own hands, and no one, no one, could enter into that wall, into the fortified walls she had set up.

Even if he had the best spear in the world, he wouldn't be able to break her impregnable shield.

If he thinks that with her body he can conquer her heart, then he is very wrong.

She is who she is, with absolute autonomy and independent thoughts.

Therefore, his wishful thinking is probably going to fail, and she is willing to let him get her without effort, that is almost impossible.

Her delicate lips curved slightly, and she smiled.

She put her hands together, gently holding his cold face, her fingers crossed his eyebrows, crossed the bridge of his tall nose, and crossed his beautiful thin lips, causing his body to stiffen, and the fire glittered in his deep eyes.

"Woman, you're starting to play with fire." His eyes became deep and dark, and he lowered his head to catch her delicate red lips, and on her lips, beautiful notes fell deeply.

She smiled so sweetly, so sweetly, this man, his eyes were still blurred, like the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, covered with a faint mist, his heart was beating so fast, his fingers were hot.

And her plan is slowly moving towards success.

At this time, she wants to fight back this flustered feeling to Gong Huangjue, and she wants him to taste the taste of being teased.

She looked up, and her voice was as clear and melodious as a silver bell, and she laughed out loud, like a happy and jumping note, and the sound shook his heart.

"Xiao Juejue." Her voice is so soft and sweet. "Am I beautiful?"

She spun her body, as if unintentionally, and left his embrace, so that his kiss fell nowhere, and she stood in the wind like a white swan, posing gracefully.

His eyes became obsessed and intoxicated, and in the waves of light and shadow, countless beautiful figures swirled out, countless delicate and playful faces, he strolled over, raised his hand gently, and cherished her hidden in his arms.

She turned around again, keeping a certain distance from him.

He seemed dissatisfied with her hiding, and wanted to hold on to her so that she could not spread her wings.

But her toes stood high on her tiptoes, as soft as a flying flotsam, slowly, slowly, along the top of his feet, stacked on top of each other, and then lifted slightly, down the top of his feet, up and up, and on his knees, and slid from his tight calves to his knees, and slowly, between those knees, her toes danced softly, drawing beautiful figures, and causing him to panic for a while.

She smiled.

Man, man, your name is a half-thinking animal.

Judging from the heat she mastered, now he can just walk into the situation she arranged.

"Xiao Juejue, tonight, our most beautiful dance is about to start gorgeously. I'm ready, what about you? She deftly unfolded his loose robe, sending his jade belt flying high into the air and flying out.

He stared at her with blazing eyes, and his cold lips raised proudly.

"Tonight, this king will love you well, woman." He stretched out his arms, closed his eyes slightly, and waited for Rong Qiao's wide clothes.

She smiled secretly, and walked lightly behind him, her fingers like willows, and her movements were gentle, and she slowly faded his clothes in a flying posture, and at the same time swept the clothes lying on the ground, and in the staggered clothes, draped over her body.

When the dance ended, her fingers didn't move, and he, his clothes fell down, revealing his handsome figure.

The moment he opened his eyes, her figure had already retreated to the gate of the Cold Moon Residence.

The moment he knew something was wrong, she was neatly dressed and smiling.

"Good night, good dreams, Xiao Juejue."

She packed his clothes and flew off the balcony, then raised a flying kiss at him, and flew away like a butterfly.

His eyes filled with anger and he wanted to fly in pursuit, but he could only turn around and hurriedly find his clothes to put on.

Boom –

He held the weathering power, and in an instant, the Eight Immortals Table turned into pieces.

Woman, how can it be so easy for you to escape tonight.

He was unbearable and depressed, and his figure swept up at the moment, heading straight to the Lonely Wind Tower.

However, when Gong Huangjue went to Gufeng Tower to arrest people, he didn't see Rong Qiao.

The fire in his heart was single-handedly stirred up by her, and now the people who did not see her, the fire in his heart never stopped, and he immediately rushed into the room of his sixteenth lady in depression.

The sixteenth lady didn't expect Gong Huangjue to come to her room tonight to rest, and she saluted in horror at the moment.

"Old, sir." She bent her knees and bowed her head, her eyes flickering in a panic, not daring to look up at Gong Huangjue.

When Gong Huangjue saw her frightened look, the anger in his heart became even stronger.

The dark pupils, the undercurrent is flying. His thick eyebrows were raised, and his cold lips were pursed.

"Get up, come and give this king a wide coat." His tone was cold and his face was dark.

Madame Sixteen straightened up tremblingly, she slowly moved in front of him, and her hands trembled uncontrollably to untie Gong Huangjue's clothes.

And the more her hands trembled, the more she couldn't untie Gong Huangjue's clothes.

Gong Huangjue's eyebrows widened, and he stared coldly at her panicked expression, and he couldn't help but rise into nameless anger.

Why did every woman look so frightened and frightened when she saw him, as if he were going to devour them? Only that woman dared to show her most beautiful side in front of him, she could show her beauty in his sight with impunity, and he dared to use her beauty as a weapon to fight back against him.

And what about the other women, why don't they dare, why don't they dare? At that moment, his dark eyes flashed, and he clasped the chin of the sixteenth lady with one hand.

"Sixteen, take off your garments, and tear them off one by one before this king. Hurry up, go-"

He flicked his hand away from her jaw, and his black pupils stared at her intensely.

The sixteenth lady's pupils dilated, her expression was horrified, and her beautiful face immediately turned pale with fright.

She pounced and knelt down on Gong Huangjue's knees.

"Master, concubine, concubine doesn't know what went wrong, and I hope that the lord will spare the concubine and forgive the concubine this time. Please, please, please. ”

She slammed her head against the cold ground, not hesitating to bumble her blood.

Gong Huangjue frowned and stared at the blood on the ground, his dark eyes, and a complex color of light swept up.

Inexplicably, the hands at his side were clenched tightly.

Damn, the woman in front of her is not the damn Seventeen Rong Qiao, no matter how much he asks her, she can't become Seventeen Rong Qiao.

Usually he didn't mind the fear of women at all, he just threw those trembling women on the couch when his heart was burning, and it was over when his heart was burning.

But at this moment, he didn't even want to throw the trembling woman in front of him on the couch at all, and he didn't want to put out the fire on her at all.