[69 Book Bar - www.] Resisting the suffocating pain, the charm between her brows and lips is still noble and elegant, elegant and gentle, and her demeanor is delicate but there is a hint of bloodthirsty coldness, just like in the dark night, that
Like a mandala blooming with extraordinary beauty...
"My lord, be careful, impulsiveness can make people faint!"
Her lips were slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth were filled with a smile. She was alluring, her beauty was unparalleled, and she was a little lazy and elegant. She was like a ball of demonic fire standing proudly, and her cold and biting breath made people dare not look at her!
A gust of breeze blew by, chilling people to the bone, making people shiver. But from a distance, his unruly and charming personality formed a striking resemblance to her indifference, nobility, and otherworldliness, as if they were a painting.
The beautiful brocade paintings are intoxicating!
"So? I really want to try what it feels like to faint due to impulsiveness! But..."
Holding the palm of her slender neck, once again, with more strength in vain, he took a bite of her small earlobe. Seeing the blood slowly oozing out, he smiled brightly and did not forget to add:
"However, no matter what happens, you will not be allowed to escape from my side. This life is doomed! Long Yini, you..."
Before she could finish the words on her lips, Feng Qianjue felt her vision go dark and fainted to the ground. The hand holding Long Yiniao's neck fell limp...
Caressing her red and swollen earlobe, she raised her eyebrows arrogantly, shook the pitiful amount of ancient tree sap hallucinogen in the porcelain bottle, and put it back in her arms as if it were a treasure.
Leaning over, she casually tore off a corner of his bright red clothes and wiped away the last trace of blood from his ears. On her lips, the graceful and graceful smile was like the beginning of an ink willow blooming.
"Sorry, I don't believe in fate!"
Looking at Feng Qianjue, who although she has fallen asleep, is still as beautiful as a spring flower and as beautiful as the morning glow, the corners of her lips are slightly raised, and her cold tone does not contain a trace of warmth...
Somewhere, in a quiet corner, a figure dressed in ink slowly emerged, with his head slightly raised. The bright and gorgeous tribute satin reflected a faint brilliance in the sun...
With her red lips pursed tightly, she looked at Feng Qianjue, who was lying unconscious in the snow. She suppressed the indifferent smile on her cheeks, lightly lifted her skirt, and moved with lotus steps, hoping to leave before he woke up. This must be done.
The road is the quiet alley where that person is...
She raised her eyebrows indifferently, with an indifferent expression. The moment she passed by him, who exuded a cold aura, she remained calm and turned a blind eye, as if he was invisible.
But in the blink of an eye, her delicate arm, which was wrapped in white silk but still slowly leaking blood, was grabbed by someone without mercy...
A sudden heartbreaking pain made her whole body tremble, and her already pale face suddenly lost the last trace of blood. At this moment, it was as pale as a piece of white paper!
"Since the Second Prince chose to watch with cold eyes from the beginning, he should continue to turn a blind eye and turn a deaf ear to the end!"
Turning around, I faced Feng Zhisu's face, which was as handsome as a Greek sculpture. She was so charming that it was hard to stare at her. There was a touch of unruliness between her eyebrows, which made her even more extraordinary. She seemed to be otherworldly. She was really beautiful, pure and cold.
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She raised her lips with great effort, smiled sweetly, and did not forget to add: "Your Majesty, isn't it?"