[69 Book Bar-www.] Enduring the pain of suffocation, the aura between her eyebrows and lips is still noble and elegant, elegant and gentle, with a delicate expression that reveals a faint bloodthirsty and coldness, as if in the dark night, the mandala blooms extremely charmingly...

"Prince, be careful, impulse makes people faint!"

Her lips raised slightly, and she smiled lightly in the quarrels of her mouth. She was beautiful and beautiful, with a bit of laziness and elegance, like a ball of demonic fire standing proudly, and her biting cold and harsh aura made people dare not look at her!

A breeze blows by, and the bone-bone chill makes people tremble. But from a distance, his nobleness, unrestrainedness, charm and magnificence are stunningly similar to her indifference and nobleness, extraordinaryness, and it seems to be a beautiful brocade painting that makes people intoxicated!

"So? That king really wants to try it. He fainted because of impulse! But..."

Holding the palm of her slender willow neck, he once again, in vainly increased the force. He bit her small earlobe hard, and as he slowly oozed blood, he smiled brightly and added:

"However, no matter what, you are not allowed to escape from this king's side. This life is destined! Long Yini, you..."

There was words embedded on the lips. Before he could finish speaking, Feng Qianjue felt a black look in front of him and fainted on the ground. The hand that pinched Long Yini Liu's neck was also soft and fell off...

Touching the swollen earlobe, she raised her eyebrows arrogantly, shook the pitiful ancient tree sap phantom in the porcelain bottle, and she put it back in her arms as a treasure.

Bending over, she tore off a corner of his bright red dress, wiped off the last trace of blood from his ear, and the elegant smile on his cherry lips, as if the ink willows were just blooming.

"Sorry, I don't believe in fate!"

Looking at Feng Qianjue, who had fallen asleep, was still as bright as spring flowers and as beautiful as the morning glow, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and her cold tone did not contain any warmth...

Somewhere, in a quiet corner, a figure of ink slowly turned out, and the shiny and gorgeous tribute soft satin reflected a faint glow in the sun...

Her red lips were pursed tightly, and she glanced at Feng Qianjue who was lying in the snow. She restrained the faint smile on her cheeks, gently lifted her skirt, moved her lotus steps, and wanted to leave before he woke up. And this must-pass path is the Jingyi alley where the person is...

She raised her eyebrows calmly, and she looked cold. When she passed by him, who was emitting a cold air all over her body, she was as calm as if she was an invisible person.

But in the blink of an eye, her delicate arm, which was wrapped in white silk, was still slowly oozing out blood, was grabbed without any mercy...

A sudden burst of heartache made her whole body tremble, and her already pale little face suddenly lost the last trace of blood. At this moment, it was pale like a piece of white paper!

"Since the second prince has chosen to watch coldly from the beginning, he should continue to turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye to the end!"

Turning around, she met Feng Zhisu's handsome face, which was as beautiful as a Greek sculpture. She was so charming that she could not look at her. The unruly and unruly between her eyebrows showed that she was extraordinary, as if she was not as beautiful as the world's fireworks. She was really beautiful and cold.

She raised her lips with difficulty, and she smiled sweetly, not forgetting to add: "Prince, isn't it?"
Chapter completed!