A leaning over to grab, Rong Qiao used the force to clasp the force, and at the moment she turned over, she broke her arm out of Gong Huangjue's hand, Gong Huangjue looked at Rong Qiao and didn't know what move he used, but he was able to escape from his hand, which made him slightly shocked in his heart.

At the same time as he was surprised, the reaction of his body, originally his head was still running rapidly, but seeing him jump, he intercepted Rong Qiao's whereabouts with a trick of the hidden dragon, and then the figure changed endlessly, and the shadows were born, and he couldn't see the direction of the real person clearly, which made Rong Qiao a little confused, and fell into the hands of Gong Huangjue again.

"You-" Seeing her arm clasped into his palm again, Rong Qiao's cheeks couldn't help but blush slightly, and she raised her eyes and twisted his eyes fiercely.

"Gong Huangjue, what do you want?" She's on fire.

He looked at her coldly, and spat out word by word from his cold, ice-cold lips.

This should have asked the king, seventeen, where do you put this king? What exactly do you want? ”

Rong Qiao's eyebrows froze, and she muttered suspiciously: "Gong Huangjue, your words are inexplicable, and this girl can't understand them." Let go of me, if you don't let me go, I'll be rude to you. ”

She can't beat him, she can't escape, she is really unlucky.

Gong Huangjue approached her eyebrows.

"Seventeen, you know it, but why are you pretending to be confused?" He looked down at her, his breath blowing on her face.

"You obviously know all along, you are so smart and so keen, how can you not know the king's heart for you?"

The last layer of window paper was also pierced.

Rong Qiao faced the persecution of Gong Huangjue, and she no longer had the cloak of self-deception. He leaned so close to her, the faint scent of pine nuts emanating from his body floated between her noses, and his eyes were so bright, as bright and clear as the moon in a deep pool.

His meaning was so obvious, the corresponding feelings in the depths of his soul came out, and there was no need to even hide it, so obvious, so shining.

Her heart felt as if she had been punched hard by a hammer, and her feet seemed to have been nailed to the ground with iron nails, unable to move.

"Seventeen." His eyebrows and eyes were as warm as the moon, and the dew in those eyes was almost dripping into her eyes.

He called to her gently, his eyebrows lowered, his perfect lip line hooking a gentle arc, towards her red lips, slowly approaching, approaching—

She almost indulged in this tenderness, indulging in the boundless ocean, and the warm wind brought by the sea blew her heart like a spring breeze.

However, just after the spring breeze, a huge sound of waves woke up her instantly confused head.

The snow-bright and cold dagger, the indifferent and ruthless eyes, and the red blood flowers that bloomed on her heart exchanged her memories one by one, making her stretch out her hands in vain and push Gong Huangjue away fiercely.

Bump –

The defenseless Gong Huangjue hit the hard ground and tasted the taste of falling from the clouds to hell.

"I, I-" Rong Qiao didn't think about hurting Gong Huangjue, but now that she pushed it gently, it obviously hurt his self-esteem.

She saw the marks of injury flashing in his eyes, watched him slowly rise from the dust, and watched him walk in front of hers step by step.

And at this time, she didn't choose to run away, she didn't want to run away from his side, and she didn't know how dangerous he was at the moment.

She angered him, and saw that his dark pupils kept shrinking, but she didn't leave, just stood quietly in place, her eyes floating with water.

"You, are you alright?" She asked with difficulty.

But he smiled coldly, sullenly. The gentle brilliance in her eyes completely disappeared with the push she had just made. He seemed to have returned to the same person he had been, even deeper and colder than before.

She could barely see any light in his eyes, only endless black, impenetrable black.

"Cold-faced man—" She became cramped and uneasy, very uncomfortable with Gong Huangjue in front of her. She really wanted him to change back to the original Gong Huang Jue, but in just a moment, it seemed that it was impossible to go back.

He clasped her jaw indifferently, and a smirk flickered the corners of his lips.

"Seventeen, it's the king who is stupid. Yours here—" His clean, slender fingers flicked into the part of her heart.

"Your heart will not beat for this king. With the slightest movement, you will be like a thousand-year-old tortoise, retracting into its shell and never coming out again. ”

He picked up a wisp of green silk from her, and a faint smile swept through the corners of his eyes.

"However, you will always be the seventeenth concubine of this king, and you will not be able to escape from the ends of the earth. This king doesn't believe it, this king is trapped in you, this king is forbidden to you, so I don't believe that one day I won't be able to cover you here. His predatory gaze, which was bound to win, lightly swept over Rong Qiao's face.

Rong Qiao's face turned slightly pale, and her voice trembled slightly: "Cold-faced man, you can't do this, you can't." "Does he mean to trap her in a golden cage and never let her breathe free air?

Don't-

She doesn't-

She struggled and shouted in her heart, constantly shaking her head towards Gong Huangjue.

"yours can't, yours can't do that. Seventeen, this king has endured you long enough, in the future, he will never endure you again, you have your thoughts, this king also has this king's thoughts, from now on, this king is your sky, your body, your heart, there is no shadow of any man, otherwise, this king will see who kills whom, and he would rather bear the people of the world than let the people of the world bear me. ”

Gong Huang Jue regained the aura of Shura, the man who had diluted Shura's wings, the black wings behind him were now more and more intense.

Rong Qiao wanted to escape, but she couldn't escape from his palm, his martial arts were unfathomable, and she was not his opponent at all. However, faced with the freedom of her life, she had to fight.

Even if she died at his hands, she would have to fight.

However, how could Gong Huangjue have the opportunity to let her fight to death, how could he let Rong Qiao die in his hands, he wouldn't, he wanted Rong Qiao to live well and live well by his side.

As long as she was by his side, he didn't expect her fiery heart anymore.

He Gong Huangjue should have understood a long time ago, what he wanted, the heavens would never give him, so if he wanted it, he could only plunder it by himself, and if he wanted it, he could only fight by himself.

Therefore, Rong Qiao didn't have a chance to fight him at all, so she lost her battlefield and everything she had. Gong Huangjue moved her fingers lightly, and fixed her acupuncture point.

And she, at the moment motionless in his arms, could only stare at him angrily with her eyes, but to no avail.

"Cold-faced man, don't let me learn how to hate you." Her white lips dripped, dripping bright red blood.

"This king doesn't care if you hate me or not. If you hate a person and can make Seventeen remember it for the rest of your life, then isn't it the honor of this king, you say? His long, graceful fingers ran gently across her cheek.

"Cold-faced man, you listen to me, you listen to me-" Rong Qiao was eager to say something to him, but Gong Huangjue didn't allow her to speak, and he cut off her words.

"Seventeen, there is no need to say anything, this time, we have to play the game according to the rules of this king. A person can't always be in a passive situation in the game, what do you say? There was an evil glow in his eyes, and he hugged Rong Qiao strongly. Leaning against her ear, he smiled a little bewitchingly.

"Seventeen, we're back in the garden." His hot breath reached the base of her ears, and his tone was low and hoarse, bringing with him a wordless current in the air, filling her heart with heat and restlessness.

Rong Qiao knew the strange brilliance in his eyes, and what the message revealed there represented, but she was powerless to stop it, and let Gong Huangjue carry her back to Suzhou Villa.

As soon as he returned to the other garden, Gong Huangjue kicked open the door of Rong Qiao's residence, he placed her on the collapse, raised his fingers, and as soon as the breeze passed, the door that was kicked open closed with his palm.

Rong Qiao watched Gong Huangjue's fingers gently caress her face, watched him slowly remove one of her embroidered shoes, and watched him pounce.

The delicate woman collapsed, and the pleated skirt of her scattered flowers, mist, green grass, and flowers had become a stumbling block in his eyes.

He was as impatient as a hairy boy, and he pulled hard without patience. Tear –

Rong Qiao closed a pair of clear eyes, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks unconsciously.

She didn't care which man her innocence belonged to, but she was inexplicably sour at this moment when she was suffering from this man's enthusiasm.

A taste of humiliation rose in my heart.

Gong Huangjue stared at the translucent water droplets that slipped on both sides of her nose, and in his deep and misty stunning black pupils, an unknown brilliance swept up, and for a moment, his movements paused slightly.

But with the wind, with the white gauze tent fluttering at an angle, his breathing began to rise and fall.

Nope-

At this time, he must not be soft-hearted, absolutely not.

He hadn't forgotten what Rong Qiao had said, she had said that once she knew what any man had for her, she would not hesitate to choose to run away, and she would never see her until Huangquan. He doesn't want it, he doesn't want to suddenly return to the lonely and lonely person in the past after tasting the beauty of the world.

He wanted to keep her, no matter what, as long as her people were by his side, he asked for nothing else.

What he wanted was such a small wish, so no matter what method he used, he couldn't let Rong Qiao leave him half a step.

Thinking of this, his gaze ignored Rong Qiao's flowing tears, and his thin and warm lips gently wiped her tears like a feather fan, swept her eyes, forcing her to open her eyes and meet his gaze.

She didn't think about running away at this moment, or even using her death to resist anything.

The feeling of humiliation that had just flashed in her mind disappeared as she calmed down, as her head became clearer and clearer.

Her tears also dispersed with the wind.

She felt that it was stupid to protest with death to protect the innocence of a woman.