Her lips seemed to be smeared with poison, and if he stuck to it, he would keep thinking about it, out of control, every time he saw her red lips, he wanted to kiss them, he knew he was poisoned.

"Xing'er," Leng Lingfeng affectionately called her name and gently put her down on the bed,

"Boom!" With a loud bang, Murong Xing's body was stunned, and she pushed away Leng Lingfeng who was pressing on her without thinking.

"Xing'er, me." Leng Lingfeng was pushed away by her, feeling a little lost in his heart.

Murong Xing looked at the tiny beads of sweat that appeared on Leng Lingfeng's forehead, she felt that she was really ashamed, and kept telling herself that she couldn't be alone with this demonic man, but how could there always be a chance to let them be together.

What happened to me just now?

How can it be **** together? Murong Xing bit his red lip and blamed himself.

When did she become so unsettled about Leng Lingfeng's kiss, the more she thought about it, the more depressed she became.

Leng Lingfeng stepped forward, attached his big hand to her red lips, and said affectionately: "Don't bite it, she only belongs to me, Xing'er, promise to marry me, okay?" ”

Before Murong Xing could refute, he took her hand.

Murong Xing's little face turned red, as if he had touched a snake, and he swished back his hand.

Leng Lingfeng still didn't give up and asked, "Is it okay for Xing'er to marry me?"

She really couldn't answer his question, she pulled the quilt, diverted the topic and asked, "What was the sound just now?" ”

If it was called before, she would definitely say no to a question like Leng Lingfeng, but today she didn't know why, she couldn't say anything that hurt him like that, if it wasn't for this sound just now, she would have almost handed it over by herself.

Shame on you!

Oh my God, shoot me to death!

Murong Xing didn't expect it at all, in fact, there were too many abnormalities tonight from the mysterious exquisite jade on her neck.

"That's a signal from midnight, and there is already a fight at the palace gate, what are you going to do?" Leng Lingfeng mentioned this, and Murong Xing immediately got up from the bed, forgetting that his **** had just been untied and had not been recorded.

Leng Lingfeng stepped forward again, hugged her tightly, and said hoarsely, "Xing'er, I really don't want to leave." ”

If it weren't for the midnight star trumpet just now, he thought that he would have been with Xing'er forever, would God have to give them more tribulation?

Thinking that Murong Xing didn't reject him just now, does it mean that she has also begun to like him slowly.

"Leng Lingfeng, don't ......, we still have something." Murong Xing pressed his hand against his chest, preventing him from getting any closer.

Thinking that there was something to do tonight, reason prevailed over interest, and he let go of her very helplessly, waiting for them at the palace gate.

"Xing'er, is it okay with the injuries on your body?"

Murong Xing turned around, put on the ****, and put on his night clothes.

"It's okay, let's go!"

When Murong Xing and Leng Lingfeng came to the palace gate, it was obvious that the battle was already fierce here.

Murong Xing gave him a look, he had already prepared, took off his night clothes outside, pulled his hand on his waist, and a slender sword appeared in Leng Lingfeng's hand, joining the team to protect the prince, and as soon as he made a move, he saw several people in black fall to the ground.

In the team, Murong Yulin looked demented because he heard Xiao Jian's death, and he followed the guards to pull him around, protecting him from one place to another.