Chapter 126: Bloody Killing in a Charming Atmosphere
"You know, although I don't dare to respond to you, I..."
He looked at her crazily, "You asked me to find a way to be the emperor, so that you can stay with me forever."
"Why don't I listen to you?"
"Now, I'm going to be the emperor. I want to take you back first."
"I won't make you a queen. My second brother will only have one woman in his life."
"Yue'er, what do you say?"
He kissed her gently, kissing away her tears, but could not kiss away his own tears.
"It doesn't matter, you will remember me eventually."
He stroked her neck and kissed her deeply.
Chu Yue felt a cool liquid flow into her throat, "You, what did you feed me?"
At this time, he untied her acupuncture points and said softly: "Be good, stay here for two days, and then we can leave. Now Mu Youche is checking closely, and when he is negligent, we can leave here and recover."
Go to the bird country."
He kissed her tenderly and delicately, desperately trying to get a response from her.
Gradually, Chu Yue's vision became blurred, and she felt dizzy. The man in front of her turned into Mu Youche.
She called out in a daze: "Che..."
He responded to her and kissed her passionately, so intensely that he almost became one with her.
She only had Mu Youche in her eyes, that affectionate man, the man she wanted to leave but loved so much that she couldn't help herself.
The snow is falling heavily outside and the north wind is howling.
The sound of horse hooves on the snow is crisp.
Outside the window, dead branches broke, making a sound like dry bones.
The sound of swords clashing sounded.
Chu Heng, who was in a state of passion, suddenly came to his senses. How could Mu Youche find him so quickly?
He has set up at least a dozen deceptions, how could he.
Just as he was hesitating, a sword came from Fengxue.
The sword light was like the dazzling scorching sun, with a life-threatening light and the anger of Satan, and he sealed his throat with the sword without hesitation.
Chu Heng quickly moved his hand, withdrew the soft sword beside him, and fought with Mu Youche with a clanking clang.
Mu Youche said nothing, his eyes were blood red, his gaze swept across the low-hanging curtain, and he almost exploded.
From inside came her low moans, her sleepy murmurs, and her joyful and contented tone.
No man in the world knows what this means better than him.
His heart felt as if he had been hit by a dull hammer, his hand moved slowly, and Chu Heng scratched a scar on his left shoulder.
