Chapter 212: A certain prince's hand slipped

The domineering palm wind knocked the leader man ten meters away with a single palm.

The man in black who was teasing Yunnan Yue a second ago is on the wall at this moment, like a postmodernist hanging painting, exuding a strange beauty.

"Don't be afraid, with this king here, no one can hurt you."

Yejun Jue took off the dark python robe on his body and draped it on Yunnan Yue's body, protecting it tightly in his arms.

The voice that has always been magnetic and cold is also a little softer.

The man lowered his head, looked at the phoenix eyes of the woman in his arms, and involuntarily stretched out his hand, and his big knuckled hand gently picked up the long hair blown by the north wind in front of the forehead of Yunnan Yue.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the guests who came to the birthday banquet were filled with the fire of gossip that was blazing.

The Night King, who exiled his newlywed wife to the eighteenth floor prison five years ago, now treats it as a treasure and holds Yunnan Yue, who will be reunited five years later, in his arms, and gently attaches a sentence that he is not afraid of the presence of this king.

She fled, he chased, and she couldn't fly.

They are familiar with this episode, and many scenes of breaking the mirror and reuniting are all such bloody directions.

That's right!

Yun Sirui also seems to have said that Yunnan Yue gave birth to three children in prison on the eighteenth floor, whether these three children are the blood of the Night King.

If so, everyone will be happy, and if not, the Night King's brutal methods will be ...... Will you wipe out those three poor children?

So how will the plot develop next?

Yunnan Yue, who lost her child, felt hatred in her heart, stabbed the Night King in the heart with a knife, and shouted loudly!

Why, why kill my child, you are not human!

The Night King, who had been stabbed, walked towards Yunnan Yue and held the mad woman tightly in his arms.

Woman, the child that this king wants you to give birth to can only be the king's seed.

Tut-tut, what a bloody sadomasochistic drama, if this is moved to Qingyulou for performance, the audience will be full.

The guests who became the hostages of the Thirteen Soldiers of Nanyan made up the gossip plot in their brains, and in the real world, Yunnan Yue, who was held in her arms, raised her head, looked at Yejun Jue with phoenix eyes, and slowly opened her lips.

"Lord Wang, do you want to strangle me, or do you want to suffocate me?"

It was not cold at the beginning of autumn, and it was even a little hot, wrapped in a layer of clothes with the breath of the night monarch, and was held to death, Yunnan Yue only felt that she was like a rice dumpling tied up with five flowers.

"This king is worried about you."

In the eyes of hundreds of Dao, in front of the guards of the Night King's Mansion, the guards of Dali Temple, the Thirteen Armies of Nanyan, and the people who came to congratulate him, the hand of the Night Monarch holding Yunnan Yue moved down slightly, slipped from his waist 'inadvertently' and fell on his hips, and also grabbed two handfuls.

It seems that this woman has eaten well during this time, and it is very rich.

“?”

Yunnan Yue looked at the deep eyes of the night monarch and raised her eyebrows.

The dog prince ate her tofu in public???

"How does it feel?"

"This king's hand slipped a little, if Nanyue feels that she can't help it, this king's buttocks will also let you touch it."

Yejun blushed and explained that he didn't do it on purpose, if he was unhappy, you just touched it like five years ago.

"Okay."

A touch of arc was outlined at the corner of her lips, Yunnan Yue stretched out her hand, stroked her hands lightly on Yejunjue's waist, and then used a lot of force to round the waist meat of a certain prince.

"How does the prince feel?"

"Very good."

"So what?"

Yunnan Yue's strength is one point heavier.

The Night Monarch remained unmoved.

"It's even better."

That is, the Night Monarch must have this stamina, and if he was a bystander, he would have howled a long time ago.

He Dong, who was standing not far away, grinned and wrinkled his eyebrows, and he didn't have to think about it to know how ruthless the little widow was.