"Fu Ming!" Liu Xiaoxiao's eyes rolled, and she said shyly: "Then can you not call me Liu'er, call me Xiaoxiao, okay?"

Hearing this, Fu Ming pretended to ponder, dragged his chin and said, "It's okay, but you have to let this prince kiss you!"

Liu Xiaoxiao bowed her head shyly, and had long forgotten Ruopan's teachings, how to flatter her husband, and how to abide by etiquette.

Fu Ming didn't seem to care about the rules of the so-called ancestors, he held Liu Xiaoxiao in his arms and gently placed it on the ancient bed where the beads and curtains swayed, his movements were so light, as if he was holding not a woman in his hand, but a fragile porcelain doll.

His lips, still with the usual coldness, slowly slipped from the tip of Liu Xiaoxiao's lips, and his ears, neck, bit by bit, seemed to completely cover Liu Xiaoxiao.

His big hands, also with a unique coldness, peeled off the complicated Tang costume on her body layer by layer, and the crisp breasts that were already looming gradually revealed their original appearance......

The warmth reached its peak, he was infatuated, and he couldn't help muttering: "Xi Ruo, Xi Ruo......"

Liu Xiaoxiao's petite but plump body gradually became restless in his teasing, and there was a feeling of numbness all over his body, and the whole person was about to fall, entering the cage he had designed early in the morning.

But that casual murmur made Liu Xiaoxiao's body tremble slightly. She asked herself, Liu Xiaoxiao, Liu Xiaoxiao, didn't you die by yourself, he clearly called you Liu'er, you can still deceive yourself. If you have to be called by others, when the love is strong, you can't help it, and people still call a sentence after all.

Xi Ruo, Xi Ruo, for more than 1,600 years, you are in the heart of Fu Ming, but as in the past, no matter how many charming women have been lying on this warm bed, in his heart, there is still only you Liu Xiruo.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that until death, in his heart, he is just a stand-in.

The originally calm lower body became ready to move under the teasing of Fu Ming, but at this moment, he was extremely shy, his hard body gently pressed against her soft lower body, and her peerless face slowly crossed a trace of crystal tears.

Instinctively, she reached out to brush the hot tears dripping from her eyes, and then gently pushed Fu Ming, who was entangled in obsession: "Let go of me!"

Her voice was so cold, even colder than the air of the eighteen layers of hell, without the slightest emotion.

Fu Ming was slightly stunned, and his handsome face was close in front of him: "What did you say?"

His voice was slightly stunned, thinking that he had heard it wrong, for six hundred years, the two worlds of gods and demons, including the women who paid tribute in the mortal world, which one did not try their best to climb into his bed. Like Liu Xiaoxiao, the one who went to bed but remembered it was the first person in the past.

"I told you to let go of me, I'm not your Liu'er, not your Xiruo, you remember, my name is Liu Xiaoxiao, Liu Xiaoxiao!"

Her tear-stained cheeks were still on his handsome face, word by word, neither humble nor arrogant.

The original warmth, lingering, at this moment, actually disappeared so quickly, a trace of unspeakable irritability floated in his heart, as if a beast in heat had been disturbed by someone for no reason, the good-looking thin lips moved slightly, and the two big hands immediately tightly grasped Liu Xiaoxiao's slender wrist and clasped her petite body under him.

His eyes turned, as if there was a trace of helplessness and determination: "You are the Liu Er of this king, you have to remember that in the Hades, this king is the master of everything, and it is the master of your group of women, if you want to live well in the Hades, this king advises you, it is best to be docile." ”

His big hand was so powerful, he dragged Liu Xiaoxiao's slender wrist fiercely, and there were bursts of tight pain, and after a while, he began to feel slightly numb, Liu Xiaoxiao only felt that the hands at this moment no longer belonged to him.

Bean-sized teardrops fell like silk threads, beauties wept, and pear blossoms brought rain. But Fu Ming, Fu Ming since Liu Xiaoxiao knew him, that face that was always calm with an evil smile, was not moved in the slightest.

His kiss still fell like raindrops on Liu Xiaoxiao's fair and plump skin, and there was a palpitating tingling feeling.

Liu Xiaoxiao raised her eyes and looked at Fu Ming lying on top of her, his figure was so good, his curves were crystal clear, and he was as majestic and tough as a mountain.

She gently bites the coating of her tongue, which, according to legend, can kill herself. She was skeptical, today, just experimenting, instead of being a stand-in for another person for the rest of her life, it is better to leave vigorously, and maybe she can leave a little regret for the person in her heart.

The pain of her heart is wrapped in the pain of her bone, and she just wants the last moment to come as soon as possible, so that she can leave this prosperous world completely before she suffers humiliation.

A drop of blood slowly flowed down her thin cherry-like lips, the color of a crimson like a delicate rose. Fu Ming felt the faint abnormality of the person in his arms, and when he raised his eyes again, he saw the peony Turui, and a shocking picture came into view.

"Liu'er, Liu'er!" In a hurry, he even became sharper in tone, and he no longer had the calmness he used to have.

With a wave of his big hand, a black light slowly flashed from his right hand, brushing over Liu Xiaoxiao's bleeding lips, and the slightest numbness was wrapped in a faint pain, Liu Xiaoxiao only felt that her eyelids were so heavy, as if she had fallen on a thousand pounds of burden, but the uncomfortable air flow that could not be resisted kept healing the scars in her mouth, and in such and such discomfort and uneasiness, she slowly opened her eyes.

In front of him was still the bright drapery and jade beads, and the Tang clothes on his body had been put back on for some time, and the familiar figure stood quietly in front of the half-open window next to the desk.

Tonight's moonlight seemed to be extremely bright and cold, like silver frost, slowly pouring in from the window.

Liu Xiaoxiao only felt that the scar in his mouth had been repaired, but his body was as if he had experienced some kind of large-scale punishment, and his body moved slightly and his body was a little sore, and the silky brocade made a soft sound.

"You're awake!" Fu Ming's voice was frighteningly cold at this moment, as if every word that came out of his mouth seemed to be wrapped in Xuan Bing.

His heart was slashed fiercely, and even he began to wonder if the Liu Xiaoxiao in front of him was the Liu Er she once loved.

Perhaps, she is really not her, she will not speak as fiercely as she is, she will not speak to herself in such a resolute tone as she does. She is always so warm, so graceful, and the years are so quiet on her, without the slightest wave.