Wu Kuishan stopped his movements when Yang Yan spoke, heard Rakshasa crying and pleading, and looked at Yang Yan with an inquiring gaze, she agreed, and her task was completed, right?

I don't know why, he doesn't blink when he kills, he actually felt nervous when he was in the woman's clothes, his heart was beating non-stop, he had never been in such close contact with a woman in his life, especially to do this kind of thing, Rakshasa was extremely outstanding in both appearance and figure, there seemed to be a fire burning in his body, and even he had an impulse.

This impulse made Wu Kuishan extremely flustered, this was not like himself on weekdays, so that he was a little afraid to look directly, but he was reluctant to look away, so distressed!

As soon as Yang Yan spoke, not only did Rakshasa find a life-saving straw, but also made him breathe a sigh of relief, and if he continued like this, he didn't know if the fire in his body would burn and burn him to death.

Painting the old is also looking at the sun, and the women are begging to agree to your conditions, so you don't have to paint that kind of painting anymore, right? It's just the first painting, and it won't lose the old face.

Yang Yan was indifferent, glanced at Rakshasa lightly, and said indifferently: "This prince can't trust you." ”

Boom!

It was as if a thunderbolt fell on a sunny day, and the rakshasa froze, and the meaning of these words was clearly the meaning of refusing to give up!

Why? I've begged you like this, why don't you believe me? Why won't you let me go?

"I promise you everything, and I will never break my word! Please let me go! Woo woo!" she cried and begged, the pear blossom with rain, Chu Chu pitiful look, any man can't help but soften his heart when he sees it.

But it's a pity that among the four people present, Falcon is a strong man in the Tianxuan Realm, how firm his will is, and he is not affected by beauty at all, although Wu Kuishan is difficult to remain calm at the moment, but in the end it is a killing machine, it is impossible to be soft-hearted, and the painting is naturally not attracted when he is old, although he is a little unbearable, but he is only a painter invited by Yang Yan, and he has not been able to shake his decision.

As for Yang Yan, he didn't know what a woman was, let alone the age of blood and energy, the scene in front of him was like a fiction to him, and it was even more blood-pumping in the illusion killing array of Taihua Sect at the beginning, and he had seen the scene of pz, but he could still keep his face unchanged, his mind was calm, and there was no ripple.

Furthermore, will Yang Yan believe her words?

In this case, the conditions agreed to be made, but I am afraid that as soon as the Rakshasa is out of danger, he will forget about it.

And there are no heavyweight chips in his hands, and when Rakshasa returns to the Blood Moon Dynasty, he will not be restrained by him, and he will even do something retaliatory.

Yang Yan wouldn't gamble on the less than one in 10 million chance that she would comply.

The four major dynasties all regard the Tianyang Dynasty as a thing in the bag, give and give, the Blood Moon Dynasty is fierce, in front of the Jiangshan Sheji, any morality, benevolence, sympathy and compassion are unacceptable, this step is an indispensable part of his plan, even if he uses despicable means, even if he is regarded as a demon, he must ensure that it is executed accurately, and there can be no deviation at all.

Yang Yan's faint words made the painter and Wu Kuishan understand that this matter was going to be carried out to the end.

The painter sighed bitterly, and finally lifted the brush to leave the most unspeakable work of his life on the rice paper, and this old face was finally thrown to the bottom of the moat.

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And so it came out.

Wu Kuishan settled down, and his hands with a little beads of sweat slowly stretched out to the rakshasas, and his hands that were as steady as Mount Tai were trembling lightly when he held the weapon, he had never been so nervous in his life.

I wasn't so nervous when I killed someone for the first time!

Seeing the man's big hand stretched out to him, Rakshasa cried even more violently, shaking his head desperately, trying to stop Wu Kuishan's movements, but this made her beautiful black hair dance like a demon snake, which challenged people's nerves even more.

Wu Kuishan's big hand finally fell, his fingertips trembled, and the cold touch at that moment seemed to have a trace of electricity transmitted from the middle to the heart, spreading.

Unconsciously, his eyes became extremely aggressive, but they were completely different from the ones he had when he was galloping and killing on the battlefield, and it was already an extremely shocking change for a killing machine like him.

Rakshasa shook her head and froze suddenly, her delicate body stiffened suddenly, once upon a time, she was actually touched by a man, or a man she hated very much, and that strange feeling made her suddenly feel humiliated.

Hiss –

Just when she felt deeply humiliated, Wu Kuishan had already torn off the obstructive object with all his might, and it fell from the sky like a maple leaf falling in autumn, and in an instant, his gaze froze, houlo

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Because of the need to wear armor, the Rakshasa deliberately tied the front very tightly, which was originally suppressed, and suddenly chuked without cover

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g, such a beautiful view, the secret room seems to become extremely bright all of a sudden. Wu Kuishan was dazzled, he had never seen such a scenery in his life, as if he was in a dream.

"Ahh

Especially Wu Kuishan's scorching gaze, the old painter stared intently thinking about how to write, which made her feel endless humiliation, at this moment she really wanted to die!

Although she had no choice but to marry Hu Yanzhuo, Yue Wuchen's purpose was only to let her watch Hu Yanzhuo hold it in the palm of her hand, and she had always been like a jade, this kind of thing was ten times more uncomfortable for her than killing her.

"Ahhh

However, how tenacious Yang Yan's heart was, how could he ruin his plan as she wanted, although he didn't understand that human bodies were almost beautiful, but he knew one thing, facing a woman whose chastity was heavier than life, it was more useful to threaten with chastity than death.

There was another crack, and the rakshasa screamed, and the cool breeze blew an icy cold that almost made her faint.

"Kill me, kill me!" Rakshasa closed her eyes, not wanting to see Wu Kuishan's aggressive eyes, and pleaded bitterly, this humiliation made her bitter.

The cry of shame made Wu Kuishan, who was almost lost, come back to his senses and did not make any further movements.

When the painting veteran finished the work that ruined his reputation, Yang Yan finally spoke: "Open the shackles." ”

Wu Kuishan naturally did so, not to mention that the Rakshasa was sealed and cultivated, even if it was not sealed in front of him, he couldn't turn over the tricks.

Her body suddenly regained her freedom, and Rakshasa suddenly collapsed to the ground, and her internal organs were even more painful after this shock, but she didn't realize it, she just curled up for the first time, and wrapped her arms around her to try to cover the leaking scenery. However, the gesture of wanting to cover up and wanting to talk adds a bit more moving.

The godless gaze looked at Yang Yan with a hint of pleading, hoping to give her a sheltered garment.

Yang Yan didn't pay attention to it, just glanced at the old "masterpiece", and said lightly to Wu Kuishan: "Go on." ”

Rakshasa only felt that his heart was like ashes, and his eyes were filled with endless hatred, and he didn't know who he hated.

Hate Yangyan?

Hate Wukui Mountain?

Hate to paint old?

Or did he hate to single-handedly push her into the whirlpool and cause all this to happen...... Your Highness?

The matter did not end there, when something more cruel happened, Yang Yan's eyes were indifferent without a trace of pity, and the old painter sighed lightly but could not do anything, so when she had to pick up the pen again, her dull eyes shed tears of despair.

Looking up at the top of the chamber, it was empty, as if there was no feeling.

She knew that from now on, she would never be able to turn over under Yang Yan's hands, and she had to obey her orders.

......

When it was all over, Rakshasa stared blankly at the extremely dazzling red in front of him, and he didn't even react to Wu Kuishan putting her back on clothes.

What she has experienced today is a nightmare that she will never forget.

Yang Yan put a black jade into the Sumeru ring, slowly approached her, and stretched out a hand to her, there was a strong fragrance of the elixir on it, just that breath made people feel comfortable, like ascending to the fairyland, it can be seen that the grade is definitely not low.

Rakshasa took the elixir calmly and swallowed it in one gulp, a layer of redness suddenly surged on her pale face, and a ray of brilliance flowed on her crystal skin, and her injuries were recovering rapidly.

But she couldn't find a trace of gratitude in her eyes when she looked at Xiang Yangyan, even if a woman who valued chastity was treated like this by him, I am afraid that she would not be able to have any good impression of him, although it was not him who did it, but because of his order.

"You're a devil!" said Rakshasa as he looked at him.

"Perhaps. Yang Yan didn't refute, as long as he could achieve his goal, what if he was considered a devil, he was never a person who cared if the means were bright or not.

"It's hard to draw old. Yang Yan looked at the sweaty painter and said, God knows what kind of torture it is for him to paint such an indecent painting, a painter who pursues the ultimate in painting.

Sadly, after he went back, he had to draw many more copies of what he didn't want to look at again.

If it weren't for the knife on his neck, he wouldn't have taken on this kind of errand that would have disgraced his old face!

......

ps: Finally finished writing this kind of plot, it's too old, in order to highlight the humiliation and psychological changes suffered by Rakshasa and it doesn't seem so abrupt, I wrote it in more detail, and I went to read some of the books of the big guys in this area, and I borrowed it, no wonder!

I will never write a second plot like this, it's so hard to write!

If there are book friends who think Yang Yan is too villainous to do this, then I think you don't have a good understanding of his character, this is a protagonist who only pursues results and doesn't care about the means, and it's more appropriate to describe it with both good and evil, of course, if you insist on saying that he is a villain, I don't want to refute it, maybe what you want is a protagonist whose style is genuine and can't have a trace of darkness.

But don't forget, Yang Yan's identity is the seventh prince of the Tianyang Dynasty, and I have also written a lot of hints to indicate that his life experience is not so simple, such a person, where do you think the soul can be bright?

Moreover, I never thought about creating such a decent protagonist, the kind of books are all over the street, why bother to find this kind of protagonist in my books?

The explanation ends here, if book friends have different opinions, you can go to the book review area for feedback, if it is reasonable, I will also think about it, that's it, I wish book friends a happy reading!