Chapter 97: The Happy King Confronts the Demon Lord 1
Only he knew that when he saw her tortured and slightly haggard face, his heart twitched violently. He hated this painful and weird feeling, he hated it very much.
"Despicable!" After the masked man disappeared, Shen Yanshu used all her strength to utter these two words... Then, she fell to the ground as if she had collapsed, and passed out weakly...
Before she fainted, the only thought in her mind was: When will these days come to an end?
When Shen Yanshu fainted, the masked man came back again. He slowly walked to Shen Yanshu and gently held her unconscious in his arms. When he just strangled her neck, he realized a detail issue
She has no Adam's apple...
this means……
The masked man was slightly surprised and slightly worried, his heart was beating wildly. He stretched out his big hand tremblingly, and slowly and carefully covered Shen Yanshu's chest...
Immediately, he retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted. Is she really a woman?
The word woman circled in his mind over and over again, and eventually, like a huge whirlpool, it rolled him in...
He didn't know what he was thinking when he found out she was a woman. It was either numbness, shock, or strange emotions that trapped him inside like a big net.
He actually used the "May Death" poison on a weak woman, and she actually endured it five times and still had such a strong will. What kind of woman was she?
Looking at her pale face in his arms, he felt soft for the first time. The softest part of his heart seemed to have been invaded. Once the door opened, he couldn't close it even if he wanted to...
The masked man took out a pill from his chest and put it into Shen Yanshu's mouth. Just like the first time he forced her to take poison, he tapped her chest twice, and the pill slid down her throat and into her abdomen. middle
The next moment, her pale face softened a lot
He laid her flat on his chest and covered her with the quilt. He told himself that he did this just to see the moment when she took off her stubborn mask and humbly begged him for mercy.
I don’t know, even he can’t convince himself with such a reason.
The masked man gently laid Shen Yanshu down on her bed, and covered her with a quilt "by the way". He glanced at her with a faint calmness on his face, then turned and left.
"What? You came here and left without saying a word?"
As soon as the masked man left Shen Yanshu's house, a playful and interested voice came from behind him, but more of it was cold and emotionless.
The masked man stood on the roof, slowly turned his head, and looked at Nangong Brownqi behind him with a bit of disdain in his eyes.
Nangong Brownqi was dressed in spotless white clothes, and his clothes fluttered under the soft moonlight. The yellow-white moonlight behind him just illuminated his figure. Looking at the two people on the roof from a distance, one was black and the other was white. , the long hair blows with the cold wind, and it seems that you can hear the subtle breathing in the quiet night. The masters compete with each other, but the important thing is the invisible.